I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 779 - 445: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 2)

Chapter 779 -445: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 2)

Seeing the security guard keeping a tight watch on the entrance and staying tight-lipped, Zheng Bo squeezed a smile onto his face, “I’ve already found out, this is the office location for the Luguang Exorcist team. There’s no mistake. Please make an exception…”

As he spoke, Zheng Bo took a roll of money he had prepared in his pocket and handed it over inconspicuously.

The guard did not accept it, instead asking with confusion, “Who do you know here?”

Zheng Bo shook his head, “I asked someone to find out for me.”

The guard waved his hand dismissively, “If you don’t know anyone here, please leave. I’m not in charge here, and if I let you in, they’d replace me at this security booth immediately.”

Zheng Bo froze on the spot, his gaze shifting between the nearby office building and the guard standing before him.

This guard was robust, at a height of one meter eighty, clearly not a regular residential security guard, and it was quite possible he was an ex-special forces soldier.

Forcing his way in was certainly not an option, even if it could draw the attention of people in the office building. Doing so would not only fail to help him but leave a bad impression.

Heaving a sigh, and after giving the young guard another look, Zheng Bo turned around and left.

When he arrived at the first floor of his house, he didn’t rush upstairs. Instead, seeing a tenant’s door on the first floor open, he walked over.

It was a young couple renting there. The man had gone out, leaving only his wife at home.

As soon as she saw Zheng Bo coming, the woman greeted him with a smile, “Uncle Zheng, are you going out for a stroll in the nice weather?”

Zheng Bo smiled back and asked, “Ya, did you hear any noises last night?”

“Last night?” The young woman thought for a moment, “No! Uncle Zheng, did you hear something?”

Zheng Bo shook his head, “No, I’m not certain. It just felt like I heard something while I was dreaming.”

“Then you must have been dreaming,” the young woman called Ya laughed. “I’m a light sleeper. The slightest noise wakes me up, but I didn’t hear anything last night.”

Zheng Bo nodded, then added after a moment’s thought, “Alright, could you please keep an eye on my upstairs for the next few nights? I haven’t been feeling well. If something’s wrong, I might call for you.”

Ya looked surprised, “Uncle Zheng, if you’re not feeling well, it’s best to go to the hospital. That’s safer. But we’ll keep an eye out, and you can call me directly for anything. We’ll come up as soon as we get the call.”

Zheng Bo mused that he would like to make a call too, but if he really encountered strangeness, there would be no time for that. It’d be quicker to shout out. Once the commotion was heard, the couple could run up.

Of course, if he could shout from the balcony so that the Exorcists could hear him, that would be perfect.

After all, witnesses catching spirit phenomena right across from the Exorcist team — they couldn’t possibly ignore that.

“Uncle Zheng, you don’t look well. Sit on the sofa and rest for a bit,” Ya said as she poured a cup of water for Zheng Bo and placed it in front of him. She then went behind him to place a soft cushion for more comfort.

Then, Ya said somewhat apologetically, “I want to go out to send a package, or I’m afraid it won’t get sent out today. It’s not far, just next door. Could you help me keep an eye on my house for a moment? The kettle is about to boil. If it does, could you please turn off the stove for me? I’ll be right back.”

“No problem, no problem. You go ahead,” Zheng Bo waved his hand, not wanting to return to the second floor just yet. Staying where people were around made him feel more settled.

Ya stepped out swiftly with her parcel, and Zheng Bo sat for a while, sipping the hot water. Soon, the kettle on the stove began to whistle, its water boiling.

Zheng Bo set down the cup, stood up to turn off the stove, and moved the kettle to the side.

Glancing up, he saw clothes hanging in the room. Due to lack of space, the tenants normally dried their freshly washed laundry near the window for quick drying.

His gaze lingered on Ya’s undergarments. Looking at the open living room door and the still-empty house, with passersby outside unlikely to notice the goings-on inside.

Zheng Bo walked over with his hands behind his back, reached out, and touched the underpants, gently rubbing them for a moment while a somewhat intoxicated expression came over his face.

However, he still kept half his attention on the living room door, in case Ya suddenly came back.

At that moment, Zheng Bo noticed a delicate bird-cage hanging next to the drying clothes.

He remembered that Ya’s husband seemed to like keeping birds, usually a thrush. Now the cage was covered with a cloth to allow the bird to rest undisturbed by the outside environment.

Zheng Bo, driven by curiosity, pulled the cover aside slightly. The thrush within fluttered twice, shrank back, and hid in the darkness untampered by the cover.

Seeing bird food on the windowsill, Zheng Bo picked up some, pinched between his forefinger and thumb, and began to feed it into the cage.

“Come on, little one, have some food.”

The thrush, clearly frightened, kept hiding in the darkness, refusing to come out, with only occasional movements of its head visible.

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Zheng Bo reached further in, coaxing, “Come on, eat up.”

From beneath the darkness of the cover, the thrush still didn’t approach, but suddenly, a dark, bluish hand reached out and grabbed two of Zheng Bo’s fingers.

“Ah!”

Startled, Zheng Bo shuddered violently, instinctively trying to pull his fingers free.

But the bluish hand gripped him unyieldingly tight, preventing his retreat, and slowly its sharp nails began to pierce Zheng Bo’s skin, drawing blood.