I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 451 331 The person in the photo (Part 2) (5000 words, Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly ticket!)

At first, Yan Junze thought that the person turning their head in the photo was a typical strangeness, probably formed by an entity to fulfill some lingering obsession.

But after hearing from Huang Chen, he hadn't expected that so many incidents of people turning their heads in photos had occurred in Shuntian City, even resulting in over ten deaths!

This made the incident with Xia Ruolan no longer an isolated case.

Yan Junze didn't hide anything and said, "I happened to meet a friend today who told me that she noticed herself turning her head in a photo on her phone, so I asked you."

"What's your friend's name?" Huang Chen asked, seemingly still looking through the records.

"Xia Ruolan, a girl," Yan Junze said.

"Mhm, there's this person, called this morning, 4747," Huang Chen quickly found the report record.

"What are you planning to do now?" Yan Junze asked. To tell the truth, he was also clueless about the situation.

The main issue was that, so far, only the photos had shown strangeness, with just the individuals in the photos themselves turning their heads, without a third party involved, so it was impossible to know in what form the entity existed and what its purpose was.

In that case, even Yan Junze had no solution.

However, the Exorcist team obviously still had some information. Huang Chen said, "Of the 12 people who died after reporting the case, half of them died in their sleep, and the other half died in accidents. Our investigation found that those who died in their sleep had all struggled violently before death, but no traces of anyone else present were found near the bodies."

"So you mean, it's possible that no one appeared by their bed to kill them," Yan Junze said. "They were killed in their sleep?"

This deduction reminded him of the Lantern Woman, Ning Ji.

If it weren't for Xiang Er's help last time, Yan Junze himself might have died in his sleep as well.

"That's a possibility," Huang Chen continued. "And those who died in accidents, each one died from the same fatal injury..."

After speaking with Huang Chen for a while, he hung up the phone.

Night fell.

Yan Junze lay in bed with his eyes open, the lamp on the bedside table dimmed to the lowest setting, casting a soft yellow glow.

Xiang Er still stood tirelessly at the window, gazing into the distance.

Ku Zai, camping out on the floor, was utterly speechless. He watched the enchanting silhouette, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, and looked towards the neatly arranged blankets beside him, one corner of which he had considerately folded.

But now, that folded corner seemed like a gaping mouth, mocking him mercilessly: wishful thinking, she's not going to sleep with you even if she stays up all night!!!

Ku Zai clearly remembered that Xiang Er hadn't slept all night yesterday, and she had been standing too. She had also been running around all day, it was unlikely she had caught up on her sleep outside. This was unscientific!

His own constitution was weak, the excitement kept him awake the first night, but by the second night he seemed to have anticipated the same outcome, so he quickly dozed off.

Yan Junze pondered his conversation with Huang Chen, planning his best course of action for dealing with this photo curse and picked up his phone to look at the photo that Xia Ruolan had sent him.

In the photo, Xia Ruolan's head was still turned to the side, facing the camera.

At one o'clock in the morning, outside FH Community.

The street opposite to the community's gate was dimly lit by lonely street lamps, their dull yellow light repelling the darkness, but still leaving the street somewhat gloomy.

Several entities of different shapes, some squatting, some standing, some floating in mid-air, all stared intently at FH Community as if peering through the walls towards the Yan Family, with an uncontrollable yearning.

However, starting from the security room at the entrance of FH Community, it seemed that an invisible barrier had been erected, and no entities dared to approach rashly, all just lingering nearby.

At the street-side drain grate, a faint vibration and a rustling sound emerged at that moment.

Soon, five rotting fingers squeezed through the grate's gaps, grasping the edge of the grate. The nails on the fingers had all fallen off, the skin was peeled back, oozing a thick fluid.

As this hand appeared, the other entities immediately scattered, retreating in horror.

The next second, a deep moan came from within, and the exposed fingers, along with the terrifying entity from the drain, turned into a wisp of black smoke and poured out of the drainpipe.

The black smoke gathered on the street surface, swiftly condensing, transforming into a man whose whole body was rotting. He had arms and legs, but they appeared broken, limping towards the entrance of FH Community.

Following the appearance of this horrific rotting entity, the other entities scattered as if fleeing from the plague, watching from a distance in terror, not daring to come closer.

Black fumes oozed from the rotting entity's body, and a greedy, desirous expression showed on his equally rotting face.

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He stumbled to the gate of the community, and then the invisible oppression that had been felt from the entrance surged out, rushing towards him as if a torrent of water instantly engulfed his entire body.

The entity paused slightly but still raised his leg to step forward, crossing over the parallel line to the community's security room, entering the oppressive zone.

This was the first time an entity had come so close, or even entered FH Community.

At this moment, the rotting entity's pace began to slow, yet he continued to shuffle forward.