I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 433 322: Takeout (Part 6) (Request for subscription! Vote for monthly ticket!)_2

After hanging up the phone, Yan Junze confirmed the address once again and walked into the spicy hotpot restaurant.

The facilities in the shop were very ordinary, but since it dared to open in the central location of the entrance to the old street and appeared to have been in business for quite some time, it must have some capabilities.

It was still early for the lunch rush, and there were no customers in the shop now.

The chairs in the restaurant were not yet arranged, just stacked in piles.

Yan Junze stood in the shop for a while, and a plump woman lifted her head from behind the counter and called out to him, "Sir, we officially open in an hour. If you're not here for anything urgent, you can sit over there, and I'll pour some tea for you right away."

Yan Junze waved his hand, "I'm looking for someone."

The plump woman looked surprised, stood up, and asked, "May I know who you're looking for?"

Yan Junze pondered for a moment and replied, "We used to call him—Ku Zai as kids."

The plump woman was taken aback, "We don't have anyone by that name here."

Yan Junze continued, "Perhaps he doesn't go by that nickname, but a different name. Hmm, he's very skinny, frail, and often ill."

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The plump woman shook her head in disbelief, apparently still having no recollection.

"What about your boss?" asked Yan Junze.

"He won't be here until the afternoon," replied the plump woman.

"Could you give me his contact details?" Yan Junze asked further.

The plump woman shook her head, "We can't just give that out. If you're looking for him, come back in the afternoon."

Yan Junze thought for a moment, nodded, and walked out. He turned a corner upon exiting, darted down an alley next to the spicy hotpot restaurant, took several turns, and arrived at the back door of the establishment.

Shortly after he left the shop, a tall and thin man lifted the curtain leading to the kitchen, stood at the doorway, and asked the plump woman, "Who was that person looking for just now?"

"Something... Ku Zai?" the plump woman said.

The tall and thin man, who had an apron tied around him, looked slightly stern after hearing the plump woman's response. He tore off his apron in one swift motion and casually picked up an iron shovel that was leaning against the door, following right behind Yan Junze as he left the shop.

Before entering the alley, Yan Junze looked back, but no one was following him.

Upon reaching the back door of the spicy hotpot restaurant, he looked up and saw the door was tightly shut. However, there was an open window next to it. Although the window was barred with iron, it provided an opportunity to peek inside and scope out the situation.

He sneaked closer, cautiously peering inside.

This side was somewhat removed from the street, so it was quieter. Yan Junze pressed up against the window, holding his breath and spying. The inside looked like a typical restaurant kitchen, but it was devoid of chefs or helpers, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Only at the far end of the kitchen was there a thick alloy door, shiny and gleaming, though it was unclear if it was a cold storage room or something else.

Meanwhile, the tall and thin man with the iron shovel approached Yan Junze without making a sound.

He noticed that Yan Junze remained fixated on peering through the window, entirely oblivious to anyone approaching from behind. Considering his own silent movements, even though he felt uneasy at heart. The tall and thin man gripped the shovel with both hands, carefully stepping towards Yan Junze.

After taking a deep breath, he raised the iron shovel high. At that moment, Yan Junze, who appeared to be completely unguarded and focused on his spying, suddenly turned around with an alloy mallet in his hand. Without any hesitation and as if anticipating the man's exact location and height, he swung the mallet and struck the tall man squarely on the cheek.

The man's iron shovel instantly flew from his grasp, and as his head was struck by the mallet, he looked stunned, fainting on the spot with a thud.

Before losing consciousness, he couldn't understand how Yan Junze, who seemed utterly defenseless, could have such precise knowledge of his movements, capturing his exact position and height to perfection as if there had been a rehearsal before the confrontation.

At this moment, Yan Junze spoke in an irritated tone as if releasing some pent-up frustration, "Feels good, huh? That'll teach you to sneak up on me."

Those words, however, fell on deaf ears as the tall and thin man could no longer hear them.

Yan Junze squatted down and took a closer look; he was now seventy percent certain that this tall and thin man and one of the delivery people were one and the same.

He searched the man's body and quickly found a set of keys. He went in front of the back door, tried the keys one by one in the lock, and soon the lock clicked, opened by one of the keys.

Yan Junze peeked inside to make sure it was empty; then he walked in, quickly approaching the door resembling that of a cold storage and began to try the keys again.

It was easy to find the right key for the cold storage because the lock was specially made, and the key was large; Yan Junze only had to try once before twisting it open. Just as he pushed open the heavy door, a weak voice suddenly echoed from behind, sounding pleading.

"Don't go in! It's dangerous inside."

Yan Junze turned around and saw that the tall and thin man had woken up and stumbled into the kitchen. His left cheek was swollen, distorting his speech.

"I'm here to find Ku Zai," Yan Junze said bluntly.

The man waved his hands and said, "We don't have anyone called Ku Zai here; you've got the wrong person. If you don't leave now, I will call the police."

"Go ahead and call the police, and while you're at it, dial 4747 to bring the exorcist over," Yan Junze sneered.

The tall and thin man was taken aback. Yan Junze added, "Oh, no need to dial 4747; I am the exorcist. What I want to know is... why are you guys sending out those deliveries?"

Startled, the tall and thin man waved his hands frantically and argued, "No, no, we run a hot pot restaurant, we don't do deliveries. I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Fine, if you won't talk, I'll see for myself." Yan Junze took out a mallet and pointed it at the tall and thin man, signaling for him to not try any funny business, then proceeded to the cold storage.

The tall and thin man suddenly looked shocked, unable to comprehend where Yan Junze had pulled out the mallet from, startled, feeling it had just appeared in his hand out of nowhere. So his gaze kept lingering around Yan Junze's crotch area, guessing the likely spot where a mallet could be hidden.

Once inside, he looked at the cold storage door, which had an emergency unlocking mechanism to prevent it from closing, and it could also be opened directly with a key from the inside, so it wouldn't matter if this guy closed the door after he went in.

Stepping into the cold storage, surprisingly, it wasn't cold inside; nor was there much stored. Instead, some plastic sheets covered part of the cold storage, with the scene inside only becoming visible upon walking further in.

The tall and thin man didn't think twice; he followed right in and said, "We really are in the hot pot business, we don't deliver. Are you... sure you've got the wrong place?"

"Still trying to lie." Yan Junze stopped, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Would I come here without concrete evidence? Tell me, is Ku Zai inside?"

The tall and thin man grew even more anxious but didn't answer Yan Junze's question. Instead, he hastily said, "Don't go any further, you really shouldn't go that way; it's dangerous."

Sensing the man was still not telling the truth, Yan Junze turned and went on; after a few steps, he discovered that behind the plastic sheets, there was yet another iron door.

He took out the set of keys again, trying them in the lock one by one, and quickly, another click, the lock opened.

The tall and thin man behind him was utterly frantic, ready to pounce, and Yan Junze immediately waved the mallet, forcing the man to retreat.

The tall and thin man seemed desperate, repeating, "Don't open the door, it's dangerous, it's really dangerous."

"Maybe, I can help him," Yan Junze remarked, and with a swoosh, he opened the iron door.

The tall and thin man didn't advance any further, instead hastily backing away.

At that moment, from the grey space behind the opened iron door, a rapid series of footsteps resounded, and seconds later, accompanied by a shrill scream, descended.

A woman dressed in red, with dishevelled hair, reached out her arms, her fingernails sharp and long, rushed to the iron door, lunging to scratch Yan Junze.

Thud!

Yan Junze swung the Black Spirit Mallet he held, hitting the red-dressed woman on the head just in time. Then he knocked her to the floor with another swing, and a flurry of blows followed, each with practiced speed and precision.

"Crap, this exorcist..." The tall and thin man outside watched, dumbfounded, as if he had never seen such a ferocious way of exorcism.

"Agh!"

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Suddenly, other eerie noises emanated from the room behind the iron door.