I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 715 - 423 Ghost Apartment (Part One)_3

Chapter 715: Chapter 423: Ghost Apartment (Part One)_3 Chapter 715: Chapter 423: Ghost Apartment (Part One)_3 After taking a glance at the Spacetime Atlas and noticing an inexplicable depletion of 2,000 points of energy, Yan Junze shook his head with a wry smile and continued climbing the stairs.

Upon reaching the corner between the third and fourth floors, the familiar crouched silhouette of Jacob appeared before him.

He was still squatting motionlessly in the corner.

This time, Junze didn’t plan on making contact with him, but instead kept an eye on the kid’s silhouette as he quickened his pace, tiptoeing silently towards the fourth floor.

Junze soon arrived at the staircase landing on the fourth floor, grabbed the stairwell door handle and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge, making a clicking noise in the process.

“Could the door be locked?”

Junze furrowed his brow, glanced back at Jacob squatting in the corner, and noticed the boy’s head was slowly lifting, evidently disturbed by the sound.

He quickly grabbed the handle of another door and pulled, but with the same clicking sound. Indeed, the locks on both doors were engaged, leaving them unopenable.

By now, Jacob had gotten up, standing in the corner and slowly turning his head, looking in the direction of the fourth-floor stairwell door.

Within the range of his gaze, there was nothing.

Yet outside his line of sight, near the stairway leading to the fifth floor, Junze’s back was pressed firmly against the wall, perfectly concealed by the angle of the stairs, motionless.

Without making a sound, Jacob slowly turned and began to ascend the stairs, heading toward the door of the fourth-floor landing.

His steps seemed to lack strength, each one dragged along, producing a rustling sound due to the heaviness of the dragging.

Junze held his breath and hurried up the stairs to the fifth floor, sidestepping like a crab.

His back stayed close to the wall the entire time, creating the largest possible blind spot in Jacob’s line of sight so that he wouldn’t be seen.

Jacob soon arrived at the door to the fourth-floor landing; he lowered his head, peering at the unopened stairwell door.

Suddenly, Jacob whipped his head toward the direction of the staircase leading to the fifth floor.

At this moment, Junze had just passed the turn in the staircase between the fourth and fifth floors, his body still hugging the wall, once again creating a blind spot in Jacob’s line of sight.

Dead silence hung in the air, the scene frozen.

About ten seconds later, Jacob withdrew his gaze; his white eyes slowly closed as he walked to the corner near the stairwell door and crouched down facing the wall, motionless once again.

Junze let out a sigh of relief, treaded lightly to the top level of the apartment — the fifth floor, turned the doorknob without any strange noise, and the stairwell door opened easily.

He immediately entered and gently closed the door behind him.

Now it seemed that every other floor of the apartment building could be accessed except for the fourth, so the lock on the stairwell door on that floor wasn’t a coincidence.

After entering the fifth-floor corridor, Junze turned on the flashlight he had just turned off again and looked back at the stairwell to make sure Jacob hadn’t followed.

Perhaps he could consider dangling down to the area beneath the fourth floor directly from a fifth-floor window.

He inspected the rooms on the fifth floor; three of the doors were open, but inside, there were only a few pieces of furniture, with bed linens left on the beds, although the linens were tattered and looked unsteady.

Junze couldn’t assure that the bed linens wouldn’t snap if he tried to suspend himself down to the fourth floor using them.

Fortunately, he had prepared rope in his backpack. After circling the room and not finding anything of note, Junze returned to the corridor of the fifth floor and went to the end of the hallway.

Descending from this window would bring him closest to the room where Jacob had lived and also farther away from the locked stairwell door on the fourth floor, thus maximally avoiding the current odd attention of Jacob squatting outside.

And at the exact moment when Junze was securing the rope to the window, a blond man wearing a black trench coat appeared at 101 Hobsonk Street.

He stood at the entrance of the apartment, seemingly lost in thought, so much so that he didn’t notice the person lurking in the darkness under the eaves across the street, observing him intently.

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Pausing for a moment, the man in the trench coat stepped into the apartment.