I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 782 - 446: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 3)

Chapter 782 -446: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 3)

Zheng Bo stood in the middle of the living room, his face filled with confusion.

He remembered that after Cleaner Zou brought over the porridge and stuffed buns, he had taken a few bites, but since he had no appetite, he asked her to put them on the table. Now, there was nothing on it.

He had also only taken a few bites of the beef noodle soup, and for the same reason of lacking appetite, he had set it aside.

However, the beef noodle soup wouldn’t be good if left too long, so it was possible that Zou had thrown it away, but the porridge and stuffed buns could have easily been reheated in the microwave, and the usually frugal Zou wouldn’t have discarded them.

Zheng Bo thought perhaps he had overlooked them, so he searched the kitchen again, looking through the fridge and the cabinets, but saw nothing.

Maybe Zou really had thrown them away.

“This woman, when did she start being so wasteful!” Zheng Bo cursed under his breath.

It was the thought of food that crossed his mind because he realized he hadn’t eaten much the entire day. Although he wasn’t hungry due to his weakness, it didn’t mean his body didn’t need replenishing with energy.

After pondering for a moment, he opened a pack of oatmeal, brewed it with boiling water, and drank it down in a few gulps.

Now that he had the Hidden Buckle in his pocket, he felt a sense of assurance even when he was alone at home—a boost of confidence.

Looking up and seeing the light emanating from the Exorcist’s office building across the street, Zheng Bo felt an increased sense of security.

He checked the time. Although he had been scared unconscious by that woman’s face, it seemed he had slept for about two hours.

Now as he recalled that face, it seemed somewhat similar to Zhuang Wenjing’s, the second of the triplets. Although when he had killed her, her face had been almost unrecognizable, and Zheng Bo was sure that even their mother in the underworld wouldn’t be able to identify her, there was still a vaguely familiar feeling when he saw it just now.

And according to his guess, the woman curled up inside the TV cabinet must have been Zhuang Wenhui, whom he had forced to hide during those last days.

This woman, even after death, retained her nature, turning into a ghost that liked to hide away.

Zheng Bo smirked, recalling his previous encounters. Although there was still some fear in his heart, the Hidden Buckle in his pocket felt like a Soul-Setting Bead. Knowing he had a way to deal with the spirit, he was no longer as panicked as before.

However, it was necessary to prepare for the worst. Tonight, Zheng Bo decided not to return to his bedroom to sleep, as the bedroom was too far from the balcony and not as convenient as the living room.

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If something happened that even the Hidden Buckle couldn’t handle, he figured it would be better to yell toward the building across from the balcony door, which was much better than being trapped and frightened in the bedroom, urinating in his pants the previous night.

He went to the bedroom to fetch his phone charger, pillow, and other items, then made sure he had the house keys on him, closed the bedroom door, and locked it from the outside with the key.

If a ghost appeared in the bedroom in the evening, at least it wouldn’t be able to get out for the time being.

To feel even more secure, Zheng Bo also closed the kitchen door. Since it was a sliding door, he had to prop it shut with two overlapped stools.

Finally, he came to the door leading to the balcony and gave it a gentle tug. He didn’t plan on closing it tightly, making sure it could be opened with one pull, and he didn’t draw the curtain on the window either.

This way, he could see the building across the street as soon as he opened his eyes, adding to his sense of safety.

After making all the preparations, he checked the time on his phone, and it was already past eleven o’clock at night.

Despite having dozed off for two hours, he wasn’t particularly sleepy now. However, he felt weak, his head constantly groggy, his limbs aching and powerless, and in everything he did, he felt a hollowness within.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, he decided it was best to rest early to recuperate fully.

Before going to sleep, he took a few pills for blood pressure, then when he was about to take some cold medicine, he couldn’t find it, though he searched high and low.

After rummaging through the basket where he usually stored medicines and not finding it there, nor on the table or the TV cabinet, he still couldn’t find it.

Zheng Bo stood still and tried to recall, but he simply couldn’t remember where he had put the cold medicine he had bought that morning.

“It couldn’t have been thrown away by that silly woman, Zou, could it?” he muttered to himself.

With no other option, since the pharmacy was already closed, he made himself a cup of warm water and drank it slowly, trying to sweat it out, even though he had already perspired enough for the day.

Returning to the sofa, he lay down and covered himself with a thick blanket.

Turning off the lights was out of the question. Zheng Bo even felt the living room light wasn’t bright enough, so he let it stay on all night.

He wasn’t in the mood to check his phone before bed anymore. Curled up on the sofa, he seemed lost in thought, lightly clutching the Hidden Buckle in his hand.

Silence enveloped both inside and outside the house.

After nightfall, Spring Wind Street was the same as any other street, with hardly a person in sight except for patrol vehicles. The house was quiet, and the outside was just as silent.

Zheng Bo didn’t know when he fell asleep, but as his consciousness gradually returned, he realized the surroundings had turned dark.

The living room lights had gone out at some point, and only the streetlights outside cast their glow into the room.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Bo’s heart jolted, and any sleepiness vanished. Although he had just woken up, his mind instantly became alert, his heart brimming with caution.

It was the same the previous night—the bedroom lights had turned off directly—and now the living room lights had gone out. It was too much of a coincidence.

He curled up and slowly covered his head with the blanket, leaving only a small slit to observe the situation, while the grip on the Hidden Buckle in his hand tightened.