I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 669 - 407 Abnormal Alabell (Part One)_3

Chapter 669: Chapter 407 Abnormal Alabell (Part One)_3 Chapter 669: Chapter 407 Abnormal Alabell (Part One)_3 There could be something upstairs.

After climbing off the shoe cabinet, Junze had finally made his way through the entry hall and now stepped onto the soft cashmere carpet, slowly approaching the wide staircase leading upstairs.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Yan Junze didn’t immediately go up. Instead, he huddled behind the staircase, completely concealing his body and leaving only one eye out to watch for any movement around him.

Maintaining this position for about twenty minutes, he heard no sounds, nor did he see any odd shadows emerge.

It seemed he hadn’t triggered Morrison’s avatar.

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Looking up, Junze noticed the staircase was made of wood and wondered how many years it had withstood. If he climbed it, it might creak and groan.

He emerged from behind the stairs and climbed directly onto the banister, scaling it like climbing a tree, avoiding the steps for fear of making noise and still worried that Morrison might have set a trap on the stairs.

However, climbing stairs in this manner required great strength and demanded extreme focus on maintaining balance.

Gasping for breath by the time he reached the corner of the stairs, Yan Junze carefully stood up. The stairs weren’t steep, and the handrail was broad enough to cover the width of a foot.

So, just like walking a tightrope, he cautiously proceeded up to the second floor.

Reaching the second floor, he felt that his tightrope-walking skills would qualify him for a circus performance after completing this task.

Glancing left and right on the second floor, he saw a wall clock directly opposite the staircase, displaying the time: 2:07 a.m.

At this hour, the other people in the mansion should be asleep, though he couldn’t rule out the possibility of servants on night patrol.

Junze repeated his earlier technique and started climbing towards the third floor. It took him nearly twenty minutes, but upon arriving, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and prayed silently that there wasn’t nothing on the stairs, all for nothing.

Sticking close to the wall along the third floor corridor, he quickly found the door labeled C10.

However, Junze didn’t go straight in. Instead, he approached door C11, tried to push it gently, and the door creaked open.

Standing at the door, he looked inside. The room wasn’t completely dark as light seeped in from outside through the windows. A piano stood in the center of the room, long since covered with a white cloth, likely untouched for ages.

Two sofas were placed on either side of the room, one row near the window.

Junze stepped onto the sofa and pushed the window open, peering into the neighboring C10 room before stepping out directly through it.

The window of room C10 was ajar, odd considering the chilly weather outside. With the window open, it would have been near impossible for anyone inside to sleep.

Then again, he remembered, Alabell was a strangeness—whether she slept was another matter entirely.

Yan Junze carefully climbed to the front of the C10 window, stood outside, lifted part of the curtain with his hand, and peered inside.

Due to the darkness in the room and the brightness outside, he couldn’t see anything.

Straining his eyes for a better look, he was tempted to use a flashlight but feared provoking Alabell.

After a moment’s thought, he swung one leg over, sat on the windowsill, then flipped the other leg inside.

Once he was fully in the room, he immediately crouched down, and the darkness inside began to dissipate, allowing him to make out objects before him.

But then, Junze was startled; just an arm’s length away, a distorted, sallow cheek was silently observing him.

The face was a horrifying shade of yellow, like it was wax-daubed, with asymmetrical eye sockets—one covered with a gray film and the other bulging grotesquely due to twisted facial muscles. The bottom jaw was cracked and exposed, and the left side of the lip was drawn up almost to the eye corner.

This sudden sight, especially from such proximity, almost took his breath away.

In his gaze, the twisted face receded back into the darkness, followed by the sound of bones clashing and scraping, the drag of something across the floor, rustling and clattering, then the creature climbed onto a nearby bed.