I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 708 - 421 The American Version of Tomie (Part 2)

Chapter 708: Chapter 421: The American Version of Tomie (Part 2) (Asking for monthly pass!) Chapter 708: Chapter 421: The American Version of Tomie (Part 2) (Asking for monthly pass!) Looking at the wet footprints on the ground, York felt his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

Following the footprints step by step, he reached the bedroom door and looked into the living room. The footprints continued to extend, but the figure of the woman was nowhere to be seen.

The footprints that were a bit farther away were already difficult to discern. York hesitated for a moment, took a step into the living room, and then followed the tracks to notice that the woman must have gone into the kitchen area.

The apartment didn’t have a separate kitchen; the kitchen area was set up in the living room, so one could see everything in the kitchen at a glance from the living room.

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But at this moment, York saw nothing.

Soon, there was a noise from under the kitchen area. York tip-toed to the front of the kitchen counter, looked down, and saw the naked woman squatting in front of the refrigerator, with the cabinet door below it open, pulling out a piece of raw meat and gnawing on it.

York felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He tiptoed, quickly turned around, and headed back to the bedroom.

In the meantime, he noticed that the noise coming from behind the kitchen stopped suddenly. Turning his head, he found that the woman had already stood up at some point, holding the raw meat he had prepared for making bacon, and she had already gnawed away half of it.

The woman wasn’t gnawing anymore but stood there, casting a cold gaze towards him, staring at York as if looking at a dead person.

Startled, York quickly continued toward the bedroom.

At that moment, the woman’s mouth slowly cracked into a strange smile, releasing a giggling laugh, as she placed the raw meat on the kitchen counter.

Laughing, she circled around the counter and ran towards York with a jog.

The movement of the run was extremely bizarre; her entire body was half-bent, tense all over, and her legs were bent, yet she tiptoed so that her speed was quite fast.

“My God!”

Seeing this scene, York felt his whole body stiffen, deprived of breath, as though his heart had stopped beating.

He dashed forward desperately. Behind him, he could hear the rustling sound of the woman’s soles making contact with the carpet. It felt like she could catch up to him at any moment.

After running back to the bedroom, York’s reactions were surprisingly quick. He dashed into the half-open bathroom, slammed the bathroom door shut, and immediately turned the lock.

Thud!

Something hit the door, then the lock on the bathroom door jiggled but wouldn’t open.

York took two steps back, staring non-blinkingly at the door lock.

“She can’t get in, this woman can’t enter the bathroom,” he reassured himself with a sigh of relief; however, he quickly realized something and pinched his right hand.

It was empty.

He immediately looked down at his hands – nothing was there. He felt his pockets but still found nothing.

He had clearly been holding the bathroom key, but now it was gone.

Remembering carefully, it seemed that due to running in such a rush, he didn’t even know when he had dropped the key.

It must have fallen in the living room.

At this realization, York felt the entire world darken around him. He stood there, his limbs ice cold, glancing back instinctively.

He saw the shower area floor piled with something. Approaching closer and bending down, he saw that the floor was covered with rotting chunks of meat, clogging the drain and causing water to cover his ankles.

York covered his nose and mouth, feeling a surge of nausea. His phone was still on the bed, out of reach to call for help.

Meanwhile, the bathroom door handle was wrenched a couple more times, followed by a sound that filled him with despair.

It was the sound of a key slowly inserting into the lock, and then, turning.

Click! The deadbolt twisted back open.

Almost at the same time, York threw himself at the door, desperately holding down the doorknob.

The force twisting the doorknob and pushing the door from the outside was just as strong, and both sides were instantly locked in a struggle.

York pressed his entire body against the door, his face distorted with terror, shaking all over, using all his might to resist.

Yet the bathroom door was still slowly being pushed open from the outside, gradually revealing a crack. Five slender fingers snaked through the crack.

This sight nearly caused York to pass out; he could no longer feel whether he was pressing hard, maintaining his stance to keep the door shut as his body was progressively shoved aside by the opening door.

As the gap widened a bit more, a face suddenly pressed against the crack, desperately trying to squeeze through, the eyes bulging slightly as they looked sideways at York, who was blocking the door.

York’s body went numb with terror as he watched a tongue extend from the mouth of the face, soft and agile like a little snake, damp with mucus, trying to lick towards his fingers holding the door.

York screamed in a panic, about to let go when suddenly, a loud bang came from the outside, and then, the face and the five fingers at the bathroom door quickly retreated, falling silent.

With the opposing force gone, the bathroom door shut with a bang under York’s weight.

“It’s okay now, you can come out,” a stranger’s male voice suddenly came from outside the door.

York felt as if he were still in a dream. After a moment’s pause, the man outside said again, “I’m from the Ressa Exorcism Organization, you’re safe now.”

York finally responded, gasping for air. He reopened the door and saw a man in his thirties standing in the bedroom, holding a metal stick pointed at the naked woman who had shrunk into a ball on the floor.