I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 670 - 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two)

Chapter 670: Chapter 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two) Chapter 670: Chapter 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two) Until the creature-like figure climbed onto the bed and lay still, Yan Junze was still standing there, stunned.

The sudden scene that had unfolded indeed gave him quite a scare, the unexpected appearance of a twisted face before his eyes, and the fact that he did not scream out loud was already doing the audience a favor.

If it had happened before, he might have screamed loud enough to bring the Reaper Morrison’s avatar running.

Yan Junze turned his head to look at the deformed creature lying back on the bed, swallowing saliva.

When he had been outside the window observing the room, it was clear that Alabell was standing there observing him too; however, after he climbed through the window into the room, Alabell did not attack him.

This meant that Alabell wasn’t the kind of strangeness that would lash out at any moment; it was possible she even had a reasonable temperament.

Of course, she might also have a capricious character that made her thoughts inscrutable.

He paused, considering whether to turn on his flashlight; after all, although there was some light in the room, it was clearly disadvantageous for his mobility.

But turning on a flashlight would not be as good as simply turning on a bedside lamp or a table lamp; that way, the lighting would remain soft and steady, and he wouldn’t have to bother holding a flashlight all the time.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Junze moved towards the room’s only bed. He did not try to hide the sound of his footsteps, since Alabell had already seen him, there was no need to continue sneaking around.

The mission instructions had been very clear, to take care of her until dawn. This meant he had to face Alabell directly and not resort to the deceitful and sneaky behavior of the past.

Since the mission stated this, it was very likely that Alabell didn’t care who was taking care of her, as long as someone was.

Approaching the bedside, he could vaguely see Alabell lying on the bed, her back to him; her bent back made the blanket rise quite a bit, motionless.

Yan Junze cleared his throat slightly and began, “Hello, ma’am, I am…”

“Are you Aunt Mei’s child?” Alabell suddenly spoke up, interrupting Yan Junze.

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When Yan Junze heard her speak, he was taken aback, suddenly feeling a chilling sensation.

The words were indeed spoken by Alabell, but they sounded like the voice of a young girl, very sharp and clear, even giving an illusion of sweetness.

Yan Junze instantly imagined a scene in his mind: beneath the blanket on the bed, a deformed person with twisted limbs curled up, a hundred-year-old human-like creature, yet the voice speaking was that of a little girl.

The stark contrast caused goosebumps all over Yan Junze’s body, taking a long time to subside.

During this time, Alabell fell silent again, not speaking further.

“Why would she ask if I’m Aunt Mei’s child?” Yan Junze wondered, and then he pondered whether his face resembled that person, which might be why Alabell had glanced at him and mistaken his identity.

Or maybe this woman naturally had poor eyesight, with one eye covered by a grey film and the other bulging out; indeed, her vision probably wasn’t that great.

“Yes,” Yan Junze nodded, answering her question. No matter what, this was the best excuse for him to stay by Alabell’s side all night.

“Where’s Chris?” Alabell continued to inquire with a sharp voice.

Yan Junze guessed Chris must have been a servant who took care of Alabell before and didn’t know where she had gone. After thinking, he replied, “I’m just filling in temporarily, she will be back soon.”

Alabell didn’t speak again.

Yan Junze paused and then added, “Sorry about just now. I didn’t want to wake you by opening the door, so I climbed through the window from next door, planning to just sit on the sofa over there all night. If you have any instructions, you can tell me directly.”

Alabell still didn’t say a word, as if she had fallen asleep.

Yan Junze waited a moment and, hearing no movement, he prepared to sit on the sofa near the window.

But then he thought it might be better to sit closer to Alabell; it could increase her favorability and make it through the night smoothly.

He moved a wooden chair from next to a wardrobe over to the bedside and sat down there.

Yan Junze said nothing, staring blankly at the curled figure on the bed; Alabell beneath the blanket seemed to be wearing a nightgown, still as a statue.

The room quickly fell silent.

The only sounds were the wind blowing past the building outside and a hanging clock in the corridor ticking faintly.

The room was exceptionally quiet, without any noise. Yan Junze could hear his own breathing but could not hear Alabell’s.

He just sat there silently, his palms beginning to sweat without him realizing it.

At that moment, Yan Junze had a strong desire to turn on a lamp, so as not to be blind to his surroundings and to ease the tension in his heart.

Not knowing how long he had been sitting, his legs began to feel numb, and he wanted to stand up and move around without disturbing Alabell.

“It’s time to take your medicine,” Alabell’s sharp, girlish voice suddenly pierced the silence.

“F*ck!” Yan Junze got startled again, shivering all over as he turned to look at Alabell, who was facing away from him.

“Mm, alright,” he replied quickly, his voice sounding very attentive, truly like that of a faithful servant, “Where is the medicine?”