I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 673 - 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three)_2

Chapter 673: Chapter 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three)_2 Chapter 673: Chapter 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three)_2 There must have been no fewer than eight corpses piled up, and there were those soaking suspensions, which completely enveloped the bodies without spilling out of the cabinet.

Alabell lifted her head and looked towards Yan Junze.

Yan Junze did not shine the flashlight directly into her eyes, as that might have angered her, but rather, the flashlight beam was cast upon the crowded corpses beside Alabell.

If it hadn’t been for the many horrific scenes he had previously experienced, Yan Junze would have believed that upon seeing Alabell sitting amidst so many severed limbs and body parts, he might have fainted with fright or taken to his heels at that moment.

Although his heart pounded like a drum, he still forced himself to remain calm, calm, and even calmer, breathing as steadily as possible and watching Alabell with less panicked eyes.

Alabell extended her right hand from the pile of corpses, her five slender and eerily curved fingers spread out towards Yan Junze.

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“My medicine?”

Not one of her fingers looked normal, they were all deformed and grown, like bent tree branches.

Yan Junze was startled, before he realized that the bowl of medicine was on the nightstand, and at this moment Alabell evidently wanted her medicine.

He nodded slightly, “Please… please wait a moment, I will fetch it now.”

Letting out a soft breath, Yan Junze turned to walk towards the nightstand.

Alabell just spread her hands and watched him, no longer speaking, as if her entire being had lost all signs of life.

In fact, in Alabell’s view, she was quite satisfied with Yan Junze; at least this young man wasn’t like previous servants who, upon seeing the scene here, immediately began to panic and scream, or faint from fright, or even jump out of windows to escape.

Of course, these servants were now peacefully staying inside this large cabinet, quietly accompanying Alabell.

Actually, there were some other dead servants who, having lost the effect of the medicine, had already been cleared away by Alabell.

As for where they were buried, that remained unknown.

Yan Junze’s reaction was only slightly panicked, and he quickly stabilized, which Alabell appreciated. Now, she saw Yan Junze in a new light.

After fetching the bowl of medicine from the nightstand, Yan Junze calmly handed it to Alabell, who was waiting with her hand outstretched.

Alabell took it, grasping the metal spoon inside the bowl with her twisted fingers, and then brought the bowl to a cracked open skull, inserting the spoon, scooping up some of the thick, yellow liquid and pouring it back into the bowl, slowly repeating the process.

The sight of that viscous substance oozing out from there made Yan Junze feel uncomfortable again, mainly because it reminded him of when Alabell had just asked him to take a sip.

Damn, he was lucky not to have listened to this strange woman; had he taken that sip to ingratiate himself, Yan would have been retching his guts out by now.

Now, looking at the situation, one could almost conclude that Alabell was no benevolent strangeness, and even though she was born deformed and deserving of sympathy, her subsequent actions had completely deviated from the norm.

Under such circumstances, to gain her acknowledgment and make her feel consoled in her heart, Yan felt overwhelmed.

Even so, from the bottom of his heart, Yan Junze had developed a natural aversion and disgust towards Alabell.

Having killed so many servants and using their bodies to create some medicine which she took every day, such actions were enough to label Alabell as “savage” right on her forehead.

Alabell’s family must know what she was doing, and if so, her family members were likely acquiescing, perhaps even facilitating or covering for her.

Hadn’t Alabell realized this was the most direct evidence of her family’s concern for her? Even so, her heart still didn’t find solace?

“It can’t be that only by doing some cruel acts against my conscience can alleviate her pain and grant her spiritual release, right? That, I cannot do.”

Yan Junze mused to himself, looking at the scene illuminated by his flashlight, the metal bowl was quickly filling up.

Alabell then stopped her movements, placed the spoon back in the bowl, and stretched out the metal bowl anew.

Yan Junze reached out to take it, his hands inevitably getting smeared with the yellowish liquid.

Struggling to suppress the churning within him, he returned to the nightstand, took a clean towel to wipe the outside of the bowl, opened the nightstand drawer, and placed the metal bowl inside before closing the drawer.

Using the white towel, he also wiped his hands.

During this process, Alabell crawled out from under the pile of corpses, with a sound of suspension compression and friction, and then removed the blanket hanging over the cabinet door, wrapping it around herself once more.

Yan Junze turned his head to look, and in the vague darkness, he saw Alabell, who appeared to be only as tall as a six-year-old child, mostly hidden under the blanket, crawling to the window, and climbing up using her hands and feet.

The white sheets were soiled beyond recognition, but it was clear that they would be replaced by fresh ones at most by tomorrow.

The door to the large cabinet was not shut; lying in bed, Alabell extended a gaunt arm, pointing towards the space under the bed and then glancing at the open cabinet.

Yan Junze understood; she wanted him to put the maid’s corpse from under the bed into the cabinet, to join her little friends.

His gaze swept across Alabell’s face. The woman’s lips moved, and she had probably eaten again inside the cabinet just before. Under the blanket, her belly area seemed slightly bulged out.