I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 775 - 443: The Wishful Abacus_3
Chapter 775 -443: The Wishful Abacus_3
Zheng Bo tried hard to close his eyes.
He had high blood pressure at the moment, but he had taken his medicine before going to sleep.
About half an hour later, as he was about to drift off again in a daze, Zheng Bo’s eyes half-closed, he was on the verge of falling asleep.
But the next second, he thought he felt someone standing near the foot of the bed, which startled him and made him open his eyes immediately.
There was nothing there.
Zheng Bo’s heartbeat started to accelerate. He lifted his head to look carefully and indeed there was no one there. He turned his head to look behind himself, towards the other side of the bed, and saw no one.
After thinking it over, it was possible that he had been confused as he was falling asleep, or maybe he had mistaken the shadows of trees cast into the room.
He lay down again and closed his eyes.
Sleepiness came over him quickly.
However, suddenly a faint rubbing sound arose, as if it were the friction between fabrics.
Zheng Bo was somewhat groggy. He heard the sound but his brain didn’t react. He turned over softly, ready to continue sleeping.
Right at that moment, the rubbing sound suddenly grew louder and more urgent.
The next second, Zheng Bo’s eyes snapped open.
The sound stopped abruptly.
Zheng Bo gaped in surprise, staring ahead. He had heard the sound, which had woken him up directly; he wasn’t dreaming.
He stretched out his hand to press the switch of the bedside lamp; there was no response.
Right then, a hoarse laugh sounded, “Hehe, come find me!”
It was as if the voice came from nearby. Startled by the sound, Zheng Bo flipped over and sat up quickly, his gaze panic-stricken, looking around.
He saw nothing, saw no one.
He swallowed hard, his gaze still fixed around the room, shakily reaching under the pillow. Before long, he found a flashlight and quickly turned it on.
Fortunately, the flashlight lit up.
The darkness was dispelled a bit, but he still didn’t see the person who had spoken just before.
Zheng Bo felt somewhat dizzy at that moment, a sign of his rising blood pressure. He now barely dared to be sure if he had actually heard someone talking.
Something was not right!
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Always very cautious, Zheng Bo couldn’t sleep anymore. He threw back the covers, put on his slippers, got out of bed, and looked around the bedroom with the flashlight but found nothing.
Out of a certain concern, when buying the bed for his bedroom, he had specifically chosen a model with no space underneath; a solid wooden cabinet was there instead. He usually packed away off-season shoes and placed them inside. The cabinet had small compartments and was independent; no person could possibly hide there.
Zheng Bo was not foolish enough to open these compartments one by one to check.
He looked up at the bedroom door, which he had locked from the inside; no one from the outside could enter.
Then he turned his head toward the bathroom of the bedroom. At that moment, the bathroom door was ajar.
Zheng Bo wasn’t sure; he thought he had closed the door when he had gone to urinate earlier, otherwise a smell would have wafted into the room.
He walked to the bathroom with the flashlight, shone it inside, and was about to reach for the doorknob to close the door when he stopped abruptly.
The flashlight beam hit the area around the washbasin, revealing a clump of black substance wriggling in the sink.
Upon closer inspection, it looked strikingly like a mass of long hair, and what’s most unsettling, this hair seemed to have a life of its own, slowly squirming outward as if a face would soon appear.
Zheng Bo was so scared that he shuddered and dared not look anymore. He immediately reached out, slammed the bathroom door closed.
Then he turned around, ran to the foot of the bed, picked up a high-backed chair, rushed back to the bathroom door, and wedged the chair against it from the outside, tilting the backrest so it jammed the doorknob securely.
There came a clattering from the bathroom, as if something had fallen from the washbasin to the floor.
Zheng Bo didn’t pause to think, immediately turned, ran to the bedroom door, unlatched the bolt, twisted the knob, and prepared to run out.
But to his shock, when he turned it, the bedroom door wouldn’t budge.
