I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 671 - 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two)_2

Chapter 671: Chapter 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two)_2 Chapter 671: Chapter 408 Abnormal Alabell (Part Two)_2 “Under the bedside table, on my side,” Alabell answered slowly.

Yan Junze stood up, walked over to her side, which was very dark, and he could see nothing.

After groping for a moment, he found the switch for the bedside lamp.

“Can I turn on the light?” Yan Junze asked.

“Yes,” Alabell replied.

Yan Junze immediately turned on the light, which was very soft and lit a limited area.

The moment the light came on, his gaze naturally fell on the person lying on the bed and saw Alabell’s waxen, distorted face turned in this direction, with her bulging eye also staring at him.

Alabell only exposed her head, hiding her body under a blanket.

Her gaze sent shivers down one’s spine, Yan Junze glanced at her then quickly turned his head away, not looking at her again.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and, surprisingly, saw no medicine boxes inside, just a small metal bowl with a golden spoon resting inside it, and what appeared to be a sticky yellow substance inside the bowl.

Yan Junze, taken aback, lifted the small bowl out and asked, “Is this… medicine?”

Alabell did not answer but slowly opened her mouth that was peeping out of the blanket. As she opened her mouth, a clump of clear liquid, possibly saliva or something else, flowed out from what was already an exposed lower jaw.

On one side of the bedside table were neatly placed several clean white towels. Yan Junze immediately took one, leaned over, and gently wiped Alabell’s chin and the corners of her mouth.

During the wiping process, he did not let his eyes wander but kept his gaze fixed on her chin and mouth, actually trying not to see Alabell’s entire face.

While wiping her mouth, he could hear meaningless sounds coming from Alabell’s throat, as if there was phlegm stuck there that she couldn’t cough up.

Yan Junze tried not to think of other images.

After putting down the towel he had used to wipe, he lifted the clearly cold, sticky yellow paste in the bowl and looked at Alabell, “The medicine… has gone cold.”

Alabell’s mouth remained open, as if she was waiting for him to feed her.

Yan Junze had no choice, scooped a spoonful of the “paste,” a strange and unpleasant odor wafted to him, and then he brought it towards her open mouth.

With one bite, Alabell enveloped the spoon, and after swallowing the “paste,” she opened her mouth again.

When Yan Junze removed the spoon, it was covered in mucus, which pulled out from Alabell’s mouth. He stepped back, and the mucus stretched half a meter long before it snapped, dropping onto the edge of the bed and the floor.

Yan Junze quickly picked up another clean towel to wipe the sheet.

Then he scooped another spoonful and brought it to Alabell’s lips.

Alabell opened her mouth again and took another bite. When he took out the spoon, once more a trail of mucus followed, and Yan Junze wiped the sheet again.

Preparing to feed her a third mouthful, Alabell didn’t open her mouth.

“Only two mouthfuls?” Yan Junze was puzzled.

But since she wasn’t opening her mouth, he placed the metal bowl back on the bedside table.

There was a wooden chair by the wall where he had turned on the bedside lamp. Yan Junze turned it around and sat down, adopting an appropriately dutiful expression.

However, he soon felt uncomfortable because Alabell was facing him. The eye veiled by the filmy membrane was bearable, but the other protruding eyeball was staring intently at him.

That eye did not blink at all, as if never feeling dry or sore.

After being stared at for a while, Yan Junze knew he could not maintain his willing demeanor under such a gaze. He simply reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The surroundings plunged into darkness—not absolute darkness, but at least he could no longer see the dead-fish eye, and he felt a lot more at ease.

Sitting in the dark for a moment, the feeling of being watched disappeared. However, rustling sounds then came from the bed, as if Alabell was turning over.

He could see the bedclothes slightly arch and the writhing shadow of the blanket.

But at that moment, Yan Junze was suddenly overtaken by a startling sensation and, without thinking, reached for the switch of the bedside lamp again.

The bed had stopped moving, and the rustling sound had ceased, seemingly returning to calm.

But the unease in Yan Junze’s heart intensified at that moment, and without hesitation, he switched on the bedside lamp with a click.

He saw Alabell with twisted limbs propping up the bed, the whole person crouched on the bed, the blanket rising over her back, her head facing his direction, and a withered, curved arm like a willow branch reaching out, just a palm’s distance from his cheek.

In the moment the light turned on, Alabell’s reaching hand halted motionless.

Yan Junze’s body went rigid as he stared at the scene.

About ten seconds later, Alabell slowly retracted her dry, curved arm back under the blanket covering her body. During this process, the grating noise of bone-on-bone made one’s skin crawl.

“What in the world was that woman trying to do?”

Yan Junze felt that the light must not be turned off at any cost.

Just as the task prompt suggested, Alabell’s behavior exuded an inexplicable eeriness; if he were to act in the dark, he would have to be vigilant of even more possibilities.

After Alabell lay back on the bed, she turned over so her back was once again facing Yan Junze and remained still.

It was then, from beneath the pillow on the bed, something was squeezed out. It rolled down the edge and fell to the floor, rolling under the bed.

It seemed to be a bottle.

Yan Junze, with the help of the dim bedside lamp, caught a glimpse of a fuzzy shadow.

The bottle appeared to have always been under the pillow Alabell was sleeping on and had rolled out due to the pressure when she turned over.

It could also possibly be a medicine bottle, Yan Junze speculated.

He immediately went to the edge of the bed and squatted down, reaching his hand in the direction from which the bottle had fallen.

After groping around for a bit, the bottle seemed to have rolled too deeply under; squatting, he simply could not reach it.

Yan Junze simply knelt on the floor, first ensuring that Alabell, who was facing away and motionless, wouldn’t make any bizarre movements while he picked up her things.

Only then did he bend over further, stretching his hand as far as he could to hook the bottle.

Actually, he needn’t have bothered to pick up anything, but it was now imperative to curry favor with Alabell, regardless of the odd behavior she had just exhibited.

Clearly, retrieving the item for her would surely increase her Favorability.

As his hand searched under the bed for a moment, he still hadn’t touched the fallen bottle, but Yan Junze froze momentarily because he noticed the floor under the bed seemed to be damp.

The area touched by his palm was not only moist but also had a sticky sensation.

After pausing briefly, he reached down again to confirm whether it was an illusion. Just then, his left hand, stretched under the bed, suddenly trembled, and Yan Junze’s complexion turned ashen.

Because he had touched a finger.

The finger belonged to a complete hand, which was enveloped in a viscous liquid.

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Startled, Yan Junze immediately looked up at the bed where Alabell still kept her previous posture, unmoved.

Almost at that same instant, the sticky hand under the bed suddenly grabbed Yan Junze’s hand and violently pulled him inward.

The force was so strong Yan Junze couldn’t break free; at least more than half of his body was dragged under the bed.

Then his wrist loosened, and the hand that had just been holding his own abruptly vanished.

The ground here was all moist and sticky; lying here, Yan Junze felt extremely uncomfortable.

The discomfort was partially due to the wet and sticky sensation, but more so because the hand that had pulled him under was unmistakably ice-cold.

Turning his head to the side, he could see nothing under the pitch-black bed. His small black backpack was still on his back, and in it was the flashlight that he had placed on the side before; he immediately reached for it.

After taking hold of the flashlight, he shone it beside him, and in the flashlight’s beam, a person lay next to Yan Junze.

As expected, it was a corpse, a female body.

The body looked young, dressed in a maid’s outfit, with hollow eyes and slightly parted lips. There was a slight decay on the body, but the entire body, including the clothes, was enveloped in a thick suspension, emitting no smell.

Yan Junze almost instinctively shifted his gaze downward, looking at the woman’s hand.

The corpse’s right hand fingers were slightly curled as if it were the very hand that had pulled him in.

However, at that moment, she didn’t seem to be reanimated.

“A maid, a dead maid, a dead maid who could briefly move again. What kind of trick is this?” Junze murmured to himself.