MTL - I Can Rewind-Chapter 405 bride (final)

  Chapter 405 Bride (final)

  In one of the wooden fences behind him, the sound of heavy breathing could be faintly heard. Yan Junze looked back, just like before returning to the file, he couldn't see anything.

  He turned and lowered his head to look at the doll again as if implying that he would take it away, but this time, he bent down and picked it up, grabbed it with one hand, and walked to the second floor.

  When he came to the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Yan Junze took away the Guteqili oil lamp placed on the raised part of the wall without saying a word.

  After coming to the second floor, like last time, not far from the corridor on the second floor, the little girl in the white princess dress stood at the door of an open room.

  After Yan Junze saw her, she walked into the room.

   "Do you think I'll pass this time? It's still impossible."

  Yan Junze walked a few steps into the corridor, then squatted down and put the Guteqili oil lamp on the ground, then took out a lighter from his backpack, and lit the oil lamp.

   Not long after, there was movement from almost all the rooms in this corridor, light footsteps, hoarse words, and strange groans, all resounding at this moment.

  Some room doors that were originally closed were slowly opened.

  At least seventeen or eighteen monsters came out of each room one after another. These monsters gave Yan Junze the feeling that they were the residents living here.

  When Yan Junze used [Strange Event Perception], he did not perceive their obsessive tasks.

  Perhaps, there are some weird ones who don’t have any obsessions at all, but simply live in the restricted area.

  The burning smell of the oil lamp soon completely permeated, and no one cared about Yan Junze's weirdness. He just squatted next to the oil lamp and began to **** greedily.

  Yan Junze's gaze was fixed on the door of the room where the little girl entered, but up to this moment, he has not seen any strange coming out of that room, and even the little girl has not appeared.

   After waiting for about half a minute, the little girl appeared. She stood at the door of the room, her sunken nose twitched, and then she walked towards the Guteqili oil lamp.

   Then a beautiful woman also came out of the room. This woman had delicate features and should be the little girl's mother. But after she walked over, Yan Junze discovered that the back of her head had collapsed, as if she had received a severe blow to the head.

  After the woman came out, she also glanced at Yan Junze, her lips parted, but she didn't say anything, and soon her attention was attracted by the oil lamp, and she never looked at Yan Junze again.

   Soon the mother and daughter were squeezed into the crowded weird pile.

  Yan Junze immediately walked to the room they came out of, and when he came to the door of the room, he found that the room was dark, but not as bright as the outside of the corridor.

  Borrowing the wall lamp outside the corridor, he took a closer look. There was no furniture in the room, only a hammer.

  The hammer fell in the middle of the room, and the top part was a little dirty. Yan Junze took out a flashlight, turned on the light, and shined on the hammer.

  Although the magnetic field on the second floor is somewhat chaotic, it is much, much lighter than that on the third floor.

  So the interference to the electromagnetic field is almost negligible, and the flashlight can still be used normally.

  Under the light of the flashlight, Yan Junze found that the reason why the hammer looked dirty was because the surface was stained with a lot of coagulated blood.

  Reminiscent of the beautiful woman who is suspected to be the mother of the little girl, the fatal wound on her head should be caused by this hammer.

"The little girl led me into this room just now. Could it be that her mother is waiting in the room holding a hammer?" Yan Junze said to himself, "Do you really want to kill me so that I can be the next one?" The pawns that make the magnetic field on the third floor even more chaotic?"

  Yan Junze looked at the doll in his hand.

   At this moment, something seemed to squirm in the doll's body, and Yan Junze obviously felt a scalp-tingling sensation in the palm of his hand.

  Instinctively, he let go immediately, and the doll fell to the ground, face up, and seemed to be smiling under the flashlight.

"Who are you?"

   Silently, a black figure of a man appeared at the door of the room, staring at Yan Junze coldly.

  Yan Junze looked up and could only see the black silhouette of a man.

   This voice is very familiar, and it is exactly the same as the voice in the dark before the last retracement. It should be Morrison, the **** of death.

   File back!

  The location returns to the first floor, and the time returns to the moment when Yan Junze picked up the doll.

  At this moment, he was sure that the little girl led him into the room on the second floor to murder him.

  And if he doesn’t follow, the little girl will chase after him, stand behind him and ask and guide again just like before the first retracement.

  Yan Junze took the doll and walked quickly to the corner of the stairs on the second floor, took down the ancient and beautiful oil lamp, and when he reached the stairs on the second floor, he put down the oil lamp at the stairs, took out the lighter and lit it.

  During this period, he didn't even look at the little girl deliberately walking into the room in front of him.

   Then he walked up the stairs leading to the third floor.

  The reason why I chose to light the oil lamp in the narrow place at the stairway is to let all the weirdnesses crowd in and block Morrison, the **** of death, for a moment.

   Now Yan Junze speculates that the appearance of Morrison may have reached the trigger condition since he entered the first floor of the restricted area.

  Although I don't know what trigger it is, but the trigger condition set by a **** of death, I may not be able to perceive it at all, even if I can't see it under my nose, there is no way to avoid it.

  After arriving at the corner of the stairs leading to the third floor, Yan Junze first released his "back view", letting him stand on the only way around the corner, which can also block the **** of death for a moment, and by the way, he can also warn himself in advance.

   Then he took the Guteqili oil lamp here and went to the third floor.

  After reaching the third floor, Yan Junze immediately lit the oil lamp, and still put the oil lamp on the stairs, letting other weirdnesses flock here.

  The magnetic field here was already very chaotic, and the flashlight couldn't be turned on. Relying on his previous memory, he didn't turn on the lighter either, but just walked towards the end of the corridor with the black spirit umbrella.

  The purpose of holding the black spirit umbrella is to prevent the weird magnetic field chaos that slipped through the net, and suddenly attack yourself madly, so it's better to be careful.

   After all, the weirdness on the third floor is obviously much stronger.

   Now it seems that the three barriers arranged on the way up the stairs are nothing to Morrison, the **** of death, but at least they can buy Yan Junze some time.

  He didn't delay halfway, he came to the end of the corridor, and didn't stop until his toes touched the erected coffin.

  Put the black spirit umbrella in the atlas temporarily, put the doll at his feet, Yan Junze stood up, quickly touched the edge of the coffin lid, and gently lifted it.

  Because he already had experience, the moment he lifted the lid of the coffin, he immediately held his breath, and finally his nose was not irritated by the strange smell.

  With his left hand, he took out the lighter in his pocket and turned it on. The small flames that shot out illuminated the surrounding environment. Although it was hazy, it was still visible.

  In the coffin, the dead bride Quentina Scott closed her eyes, crossed her hands on her chest, and her muscles were dry due to loss of moisture.

  At this time, Yan Junze noticed that in her crossed hands, the right palm inside was holding the rusty boning knife.

   "Dear Ms. Scott." Yan Junze spoke in a soft voice. His tone was both respectful and natural, which was much better than the first time.

   "My name is Yan Junze, from Huaying Dadu. I think I can help you find the liar Joseph Peterson who cheated your feelings and money."

  As soon as the words fell, Quintina who was standing in the coffin slowly opened her eyes.

  Her eyelids didn't seem to move for a long time, and even when they were opened, there was a layer of suspension on the surface. After opening for a while, the suspension slowly dried up.

   "Crazy, you are all crazy!" Quintina opened her lips slightly, but the sound she made was not what her real self said.

  Yan Junze knew that the person speaking now was not Quintina herself strictly speaking, but one of the weird memories that belonged to her fusion.

   "Excuse me, Ms. Scott, are you there?" Yan Junze interrupted the opportunity for those messy memories to come out, "I want to talk to Ms. Scott, I can find Joseph Peterson."

  Quintina didn't make another sound, and slowly lowered her crossed hands on her chest, revealing the boning knife that she had been holding in her right hand.

  At this time, Yan Junze's hand holding the lighter was too hot to support anymore, so he had to turn off the lighter, and took two breaths to let it cool down slowly.

  The surroundings fell into darkness for an instant, and suddenly, a cold breath approached him. The distance was so close that Yan Junze felt that the tip of his nose seemed to touch him.

  A woman's voice spoke slowly, coming from Yan Junze's left ear, as if whispering in his ear: "Joseph, where is he?"

   At this moment, Yan Junze's whole body trembled slightly, and he felt the "back figure" arranged at the corner of the third floor, returning quickly at this moment, merging with himself.

  He was shocked, knowing that Morrison had come up, and he had to speed up the progress here.

  The lighter in my hand is still very hot, but there is no other way now, I have to turn it on.

  He turned on the lighter again, looked down, there was nothing at his feet, and couldn't help being taken aback.

   Turning his head to look, he found that the doll was already two meters away from where he was standing now.

  Yan Junze walked over in two steps, grabbed the doll, and brought it to Quentina: "Here, Joseph Peterson, he has been hiding in this doll and has never been far away."

   As soon as the words fell, the rag doll in his hand suddenly began to twist, as if there was a small snake inside, moving left and right in the rag doll's body.

  Quintina's eyes lit up, she looked at the doll, and she reached out and grabbed the doll fiercely.

  Actually, Yan Junze only suspected this doll at first, but he was not sure, until in the last file, the doll squirmed because the plan could not be implemented.

  It reminds me of a little girl throwing a doll, and her mother waiting in ambush in the house with a hammer. It would be perfect if there is another father.

   But it seems that this father did not appear.

   Coupled with the sudden movement of the doll, Yan Junze immediately confirmed his guess.

  Seeing the squirming of the doll at this moment, he knew that his guess was solid.

  Quintina is holding the doll in her left hand, and she has raised the boning knife to it in her right hand.

  The face of this rag doll has become ferocious, as if another face is superimposed on it, constantly struggling, twisting, angry, and roaring silently.

  Pfft!

   Insert a knife into the doll's head, from the position of the nose directly to the back of the head.

   Immediately Quentina excitedly pulled out the boning knife, and pierced the doll's belly with another knife.

  A shrill scream sounded from the doll.

   "Bastard, Joseph, you bastard! I want you...to die again!"

  The rag doll fell to the ground at this time, Quentina's third knife passed through its chest, and the tip of the knife collided violently with the ground, and the rusty boning knife was broken instantly.

  A gust of black air emerged from the doll, Quentina immediately threw away the knife, and leaned over to inhale violently, all the black air was sucked into her body.

  Her pupils suddenly rolled over, and all of them turned into white eyes, as if digesting the black breath.

  Yan Junze witnessed the whole process of Quentina's fusion with other weirdness.

   About ten seconds later, footsteps sounded not far behind him.

  Morrison is getting close.

  Yan Junze said: "Quintina, now that Joseph was killed by you again, the hatred has been lifted, you should be satisfied."

  Quintina rolled her eyes, raised her head slowly, and turned her head to the ceiling without expressing anything.

  But soon, the five orifices on her face emitted a large amount of black air, rushing towards the ceiling.

  Yan Junze continued: "The obsession is removed, you don't need to keep so many weird memories, and there is no need to forcefully merge with them. You can, just be yourself."

   More black air emerged from Quentina's body, rushed to the ceiling and disappeared without a trace.

   "Who are you?" Morrison's voice sounded from behind, obviously shocked, "What did you do to the corpse bride?"

  The lighter in Yan Junze's hand went out again. Facing the darkness, he smiled and said word by word: "She is free."

  A violent breath came from Morrison's direction, but Yan Junze disappeared instantly after saying these words.

  The berserk breath was like a stormy sea, whizzing past where he was originally standing. The corpse bride, Quentina Scott, and the coffin behind her replaced Yan Junze, and was smashed instantly by this breath.

   After activating the return command, Yan Junze's eyes blurred, and the next second he found himself standing in the familiar void.

  The task completion message that popped up in my mind is still there.

  【I want revenge, terrified (high), completed, get 1900 points of different-dimensional energy】

   In completing the mission of the corpse bride, Yan Junze only activated a small-scale recovery, which did not consume a lot of energy.

  Originally, after traveling to Kragorn Castle, there were still 16,900 extra-dimensional energy points, and the small-scale resetting consumed less than 200 points of energy. In addition, I gained another 1,900 points for completing the mission, and there are more than 18,500 points in total.

   That is to say, after completing this task, Yan Junze's energy has increased by a part.

  Although it cannot offset the energy consumed by this big retracement, it can at least make up for part of the loss.

   Right at this moment, a text prompt popped up in front of my eyes, saying that the Butterfly Effect is stable.

  There are 3 butterfly effects that need to be stabilized. Yan Junze did not hesitate, and immediately chose to watch and stabilize.

   The butterfly effect stability of this big retracement is very special to him, because the purpose of this big retracement is to change the past.

  So if you stabilize the past that you were about to change in the butterfly effect stabilization, it means that you have spent all your energy but done useless work.

   But in other words, some butterfly effects that have no effect on their own purposes must be stabilized, otherwise other unexpected chain reactions will occur.

   At the same moment when Yan Junze was watching the stable clip of Butterfly Effect, a dark dot flashed slightly under his right elbow sleeve, and then disappeared.

  (end of this chapter)