I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 776 - 444: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 1)
Chapter 776 -444: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 1)
Zheng Bo clearly remembered that before he went to sleep, he had only locked the bedroom door from the inside, but now it felt like the lock wasn’t just engaged, it was as if someone had double-locked it with a key.
“How could it have been… double-locked with a key!?”
At this moment, panic surged within him. His body shivering, he turned his head to look at the bathroom door.
Right then, someone on the inside was pressing down the handle of the door repeatedly, but the outside handle was jammed against the chair back on the outside, temporarily preventing the door from opening.
Turning back, Zheng Bo tried to twist his bedroom door again, but it still wouldn’t budge. He lowered his head to shine a flashlight under the door and through the gap, he saw that it definitely was locked with a key.
“The key, where’s the key?”
Zheng Bo turned around, searching frantically throughout the room, trying hard to remember.
The next second, a voice suddenly emanated from the bathroom—it was hoarse beyond measure, sounding just like the noise he had heard while lying in bed.
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“You found me, now it’s your turn to hide, I’m going to find you,” the voice said. Despite its raspiness, the tone was eerily childlike.
“A child?”
Zheng Bo shuddered, a long-buried memory from twenty years ago seemed to stir, but he quickly suppressed the thought.
“Find the key, find the key first, get out of here.”
His bedroom was at the back of his residence, while the living room and balcony were facing the street on Spring Wind Road, meaning he had to get out of the bedroom and go to the living room, or better yet, to the balcony to see the Exorcism Squad’s office building across the street.
Over time, Zheng Bo had become very familiar with the daily routines of that building.
He knew there were always people inside, no matter the time of day or night, and even in the wee hours, he could see at least two or three rooms lit up with silhouettes moving about.
So, if only he could burst out of the bedroom into the living room, or even better, the balcony, and shout loudly on his side, in this quiet night, the Exorcists in the opposite building would surely hear him, and might even get startled.
That was the main reason he lived here.
Because Zheng Bo was well aware if he followed the normal procedure and called 4747, he would have to wait for a while, even if he offered money for expedited service.
It would have been understandable if it were a common manifestation of strangeness, but he was acutely aware, if he truly encountered the supernatural, it would likely have a great deal to do with Zhong Qing and her three children. If these strangenesses appeared, they would be purposeful, and he couldn’t just wait in line for an Exorcist to handle the situation.
“The key! The key!”
Suddenly, Zheng Bo remembered the key might be in the pocket of a coat he seldom wore, which was hanging in the wardrobe near the bed.
On the bathroom side, the handle of the door continued to be pushed down, indicating the strangeness inside hadn’t given up on getting out.
Due to his rising blood pressure, Zheng Bo’s face was beet red, his heart hammered as if it were about to leap out of his throat.
He tried the bedroom’s light switch again, but it was still unresponsive. Then, trembling, he walked over to the wardrobe, thankful that the flashlight was still on.
He reached the wardrobe door, pulled it, and then Zheng Bo froze, realizing something was jamming the door shut, allowing for only a small crack to be opened. Any further force only produced a cracking noise, but the door wouldn’t budge.
The small opening wasn’t very wide but just enough to fit an arm through.
Without thinking much, he held the flashlight in his left hand while his right immediately reached inside, groping around in an attempt to find the hanging coat.
He had some memory that the pocket of the rarely-worn coat was large; it was hung a bit more inside the wardrobe. He would typically place less frequently used items like house keys inside the large pockets of the coat.
The flashlight couldn’t penetrate the wardrobe through the narrow slit, so he had to rely on touch alone.
He recalled the approximate location, and after a brief search, felt the sleeve of the coat. Extending his arm further into the wardrobe towards the direction of the pocket, he reached in.
At that moment, Zheng Bo’s whole arm was almost inside the wardrobe as he fumbled cautiously within.
But the next second, his expression abruptly changed, his arm inside the wardrobe stiffened, a chill ran up his spine to the back of his head, and he jerked his arm out of the wardrobe in an instant.
He directed the flashlight beam into the crack of the opened wardrobe.
He saw nothing!
Zheng Bo lifted his right hand and looked at it; the cold sensation lingered.
Just when he thought he was about to reach the coat pocket, his hand had felt an icy touch. Upon closer inspection, it was someone else’s hand, remarkably slender and chillingly cold.
This feeling immediately terrified Zheng Bo enough to retract his hand abruptly.
Thump! Thump!
Behind him, the bathroom door handle continued to be pressed downward, and the flashlight’s beam suggested the handle was getting looser; it might be completely open after a short while.
Zheng Bo’s panic intensified, his heart pounded like a heavy hammer, and it felt as though he was about to pass out from lack of breath at any moment.
He looked back at the wardrobe slit, just wide enough for an arm.
He needed the key to survive; if he couldn’t get it, once whatever was in the bathroom came out, he’d be dead either way.
The fierceness he had in his youth surged, and he gritted his teeth and stretched his arm into the wardrobe again.
Because he had already located the coat pocket before, he went straight for it this time, and his hand quickly found the coat’s pocket.
