I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 705 - 420 The American Version of Tomie (Part 1)

Chapter 705: Chapter 420: The American Version of Tomie (Part 1) (5200 words, asking for monthly pass!) Chapter 705: Chapter 420: The American Version of Tomie (Part 1) (5200 words, asking for monthly pass!) Upon hearing Yan Junze suddenly make such a statement, Ophelia was briefly stunned, then her expression became rigid.

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Yan Junze did not back away but continued whispering, “Three months ago, in order to get the position of lead singer, you put a drug in her drink that caused nerve paralysis in her vocal cords, completely silencing her voice. And then, you replaced her, have you forgotten?”

Ophelia did not answer, just staring blankly ahead.

Yan Junze went on, “Your actions caused great harm not only to her throat but also to her spirit. She took her own life. Before she died, she wished to sing one more song, and just now, that wish has been fulfilled.”

Ophelia began to tremble, her teeth chattering.

After a pause, Yan Junze continued, “Now turn around and apologize to her. I promise that I won’t leak this matter until after your state banquet performance is over, and then you can turn yourself in.”

Ophelia closed her eyes; as they closed, tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t dare open her eyes again and turned around, her body shaking as she bent over.

“I’m sorry, Sandra!”

“What is she doing?” Olivia, who was standing in the audience, asked in surprise.

However, in Sandi’s view at this moment, a brown-haired woman in white stood motionless with her head down in front of Ophelia, her face not visible.

Clearly, Olivia saw nothing.

“She’s talking to the strangeness,” Sandi said.

“What is she saying?” Olivia asked curiously.

“I can’t hear clearly,” Sandi shook her head.

At this point, Ophelia was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, large tears falling to the ground, her convulsions from crying not as intense as the tremors from fear.

“I’m sorry, Sandra, I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you!” Ophelia kept her eyes shut tight. She didn’t dare to open them, afraid of seeing the face that had become the stuff of her nightmares.

At this moment, Yan Junze did not speak, and she dared not stop apologizing.

All she wanted now was to quickly get through this dreadful moment; the fear in her heart had brought Ophelia to the brink of collapse.

She had never imagined that the strangeness in the choir would turn out to be her own doing.

Initially, to win the position of lead singer, Ophelia intended to temporarily silence Sandra with poison, but she hadn’t imagined that the stubborn and vulnerable woman would choose to end her own life!

Still not hearing Yan Junze’s orders, Ophelia tensed up, maintaining her bent posture, not daring to move an inch.

She couldn’t help but squint her eyes, and through the blurry tear-glimmered view, she saw a pair of pale, unshod feet. She could make out the lower part of a woman in a white nightgown, about half a meter from where she gazed.

Ophelia shuddered violently, frightened, and quickly closed her eyes again.

“Ahh, uh, ahh, uh…”

A hoarse and torn voice sounded right by her ear. Ophelia felt entirely numb, her body as stiff as a statue.

It lasted for about a minute, then the eerie sound vanished.

Yan Junze’s voice then said, “That’s enough, remember what I told you.”

Snap!

Ophelia’s entire body collapsed, she lay on the ground, opening her eyes, no longer seeing the woman in the white nightgown.

Upon leaving the Star Theater, Sandi sincerely sighed, “Mr. Steve, I have to admire your insight. Why a strangeness appears, what it wants, and how to deal with it… it seems none of these things can be hidden from you.”

After a moment, Sandi mused, “Right, you call this… what was it… Buddhism…?”

“Buddhist-style exorcism.”

“Oh, right, Buddhist-style exorcism,” Sandi nodded. “It seems I have to promote this within the organization.”

Yan Junze hurriedly waved his hand, “It’s best not to; so far, this method is only suitable for me. You’d better not try it recklessly; it can be lethal if not handled properly.”

“Is that so?” Sandi expressed surprise.

“These few days, please help me secretly contact other organizations similar to yours, Ressa, and provide me with more strange cases you can’t handle for the time being,” Yan Junze said with a mysterious smile.

“No problem, as long as you promise to let me learn with you,” Sandi nodded.

The two got into Sandi’s SUV parked at the curb.

Yan Junze sat in the passenger seat and said, “You can follow me, but whatever you see and hear, you can only keep to yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Steven. I know what to do,” Sandi replied with a smile.

“Where are we headed next?” Yan Junze asked.

“136 Glendon Street, Lida Restaurant.”

“What exactly is the situation?”

“According to George, the owner of Lida Restaurant, some canned pork he bought from the supermarket is weird. Upon opening, the meat that was supposed to be cooked started growing. When we checked last time, a piece of meat the size of a fist had grown to the size of a pumpkin.”

Yan Junze was intrigued, nodded, and asked no further.

About half an hour later.

The two stood in the kitchen of Lida Restaurant. The owner George pointed to a large freezer for meat storage against the wall, “It’s inside here. Since Sandi last visited and instructed me to keep it well sealed, I’ve had it locked in this freezer, never opened again.”

Yan Junze noticed that the freezer’s handle was secured with a temporarily added chain, and a U-lock on the chain completely locked the double doors of the freezer.