I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 748 - 434 Hide and Seek_2

Chapter 748 -434 Hide and Seek_2

The bedroom light hadn’t been turned off, which didn’t affect Zhou Wenfei’s sleep; in fact, it was only with the light on that he felt a sense of security. Lying in bed, he could see everything the moment he opened his eyes, and that was when he felt safe.

The phone was charging right beside the pillow, and he didn’t care at all about any radiation. As long as he could reach out for the phone, he’d even place the charging phone on his forehead if it wouldn’t fall off.

Around ten-thirty, the guy finally fell into an anxious sleep.

Just before he drifted off, Zhou Wenfei had a hazy thought: if things got too bad, he might just go out to the street in the morning and snatch a lollipop, just so he could be locked up for a few days.

Why didn’t he have any relatives in Aries District?

With that thought, he fell asleep.

When he awoke, darkness surrounded him.

Zhou Wenfei was deep in sleep. His head turned to the side, ready to continue sleeping when suddenly something inside him jolted. Most of his drowsiness vanished.

He remembered that he hadn’t turned off the bedroom light before he went to sleep.

But now the room was plunged into darkness.

What went wrong? Was he dreaming?

Zhou Wenfei, terrified, felt his heart pounding fiercely. He wanted to force himself back to sleep but then realized that he wasn’t lying on the bed at all.

He was sitting up!

Before waking up, his head was drooping to the side, saliva drooling onto the clothes on his chin. The unusualness wasn’t noticed until just now since he woke up groggy.

Not only was he sitting up, but now he was no longer in the bedroom, but sitting in the living room.

Outside the drawn curtains, light from the bright street lamps spilled into the yard, but the curtains were thick, and the room’s illumination was still quite dim—only the outlines of the nearby surroundings could be discerned.

Anything further away was invisible.

Now only the nearby furniture was visible, but Zhou Wenfei was clear—he was sitting in the living room, and specifically, on the chair where he had eaten instant noodles earlier.

Only now, the orientation of the chair had changed; it was no longer back-facing the window but facing it directly.

That meant his back was turned toward the bedroom.

“It’s happening again, it’s here again!”

Zhou Wenfei was immensely frightened, trembling all over, yet his consciousness was becoming sharper by the moment.

Sitting in the chair, he could move, but he felt incredibly stiff.

It was a bit like the sensation of sleep paralysis.

Sitting in that chair, engulfed by the living room’s darkness, Zhou Wenfei could distinctly hear every faint sound around him.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps arose from behind, some distance away, as if coming from the bedroom.

It sounded like the person wasn’t wearing shoes, walking very slowly, taking almost two seconds to make a step, and when the foot landed, there was a light “pat” sound, as if the force of the footstep was heavy.

Zhou Wenfei tried his best to control his thoughts, not to wonder who the owner of the feet was, what they looked like, or what expression they bore behind him.

His whole body was shaking, yet it remained stiff, and any movement might cause him to tumble to the ground.

Of course, he could turn his head to look, but even if now a knife were held to Zhou Wenfei’s throat, he wouldn’t turn his head.

Reason was telling him that not looking might be better. If he really did turn and saw something, the outcome could be very, very bad. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be facing this thing in his dream in such a posture.

“Huh?” Zhou Wenfei suddenly realized, “Am I dreaming? Is this… really a nightmare?”

Wake up, wake up!

He peered slightly upward, looking at the dim light from the streetlamp outside the window, daring not move at all.

The footsteps were still approaching, each step spaced evenly apart, walking out of the bedroom and arriving at the bedroom door.

Zhou Wenfei’s heart rose to his throat; it almost leapt out.

He held his breath, continuously praying in his mind, hoping this was just a dream, hoping that whatever was behind him wouldn’t see him, hoping it would just leave quickly.

The footsteps made a brief pause at the bedroom door before moving again, taking two steps forward and then stopping.

Zhou Wenfei desperately wanted to turn and see what the thing was. He was trying hard to control himself but couldn’t help starting to breathe rapidly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”

Suddenly, not far behind him, a series of extremely strange, chilling, and bone-chilling sounds echoed, like a saw grinding against hard wood.

The noise seemed to come directly from a clogged throat, intermittent, like someone in agony screaming or mournfully wailing.

Spreading through the dark, quiet living room, Zhou Wenfei, hearing this sound, nearly fainted from fright.

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He swore he had never heard this sound before. What he used to hear in his dreams was a woman’s voice speaking.

Even though the woman’s laughter was just as eerie.

As for her speaking voice, Zhou Wenfei felt goosebumps all over and did not want to recall it anymore.

The heavy and slow footsteps gradually approached from behind. Zhou Wenfei couldn’t bear to look back and he didn’t even dare to imagine the scene behind him. Instead, he just closed his eyes.

When the footsteps were still a little more than a meter away, they stopped. The sound of rustling clothes came through as if the person was twisting their body, groping around.

“Zhou… Wen… Fei.”

A woman’s hoarse voice sounded, and even though it was somewhat muffled, it called out Zhou Wenfei’s name, word by word.