I Can Rewind

  Chapter 409 The deformed Annabelle (2)

  Until the monster-like person climbed onto the bed and lay still, Yan Junze also stood there in a daze.

  The sudden scene just now really scared him enough, a distorted face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he did not cry out, which is already worthy of the audience.

  If it was done in the past, I am afraid that with a single voice, Morrison's avatar, the **** of death, can be shouted at.

   Turning his head to look at the deformed monster lying back on the bed, Yan Junze swallowed his saliva.

  When I was outside the window to observe the movement in the room just now, it was obvious that Ann Labelle was standing here and also observing him, but after he opened the window and entered the room, Ann Labelle did not attack himself.

   This shows that Ann Labelle is not the kind of weird person who will explode at any time, and may have a good temper.

  Of course, it is also possible that she has a perverse personality, making people uncertain about her thoughts.

  Paused, Yan Junze was considering whether to turn on the flashlight. After all, although the room was a little bright, it was obviously not good for his actions.

  Just turning on the flashlight is worse than turning on a bedside lamp, or a desk lamp or something, so that the light can be kept soft and always on, so you don’t have to worry about holding the flashlight all the time.

  Thinking for a moment, Yan Junze moved towards the only bed in the room. He didn't deliberately hide his footsteps. Since Annabelle had already seen him, there was no need to hide.

  The task description has actually made it very clear, let yourself take care of her until dawn. This means that you can only face Annabelle directly, and you can't steal and play tricks like before, or do it quietly.

  Anyway, since the task said so, it is very likely that Ann Labelle doesn't care who takes care of her at all, as long as someone takes care of her.

  After coming to the bed, she could vaguely see that Annabelle was sleeping on the bed with her back facing her. Her curved back arched the blanket on her body a lot, and she remained motionless.

  Yan Junze cleared his throat slightly, and said, "Hi Ma'am, I am..."

   "Are you Aunt Mei's child?" Ann Labelle suddenly spoke, interrupting Yan Junze's words.

  After Yan Junze heard her speak, he was taken aback for a moment, and a hairy feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

   This sentence was indeed spoken by Annabelle, but it sounded like the voice of an immature girl, very thin, crisp, and even a kind of waxy illusion.

A picture suddenly appeared in Yan Junze's mind. Under the blanket on the bed, there was a deformed person with twisted limbs curled up at the moment. A strange humanoid who could be said to be 100 years old, but what she said was completely a little girl the sound of.

  The contrast was so strong that goosebumps appeared all over Yan Junze's body, and it took a long time for them to disappear.

   During this period, Annabelle fell silent and did not continue to speak.

   "Why would she ask me if I'm Aunt Mei's child?" Yan Junze was a little puzzled, then he thought about whether his appearance was somewhat similar to that guy, so Annabelle glanced at him just now and admitted his mistake.

  Or maybe this woman is born with bad eyesight, one pupil is covered by a gray film, and the other pupil is bulging out directly, um, her eyesight should not be much better.

   "Yes." Yan Junze replied with a nod, no matter what, this is the best excuse for him to stay by Annabelle's side all night.

   "Where's Chris?" Ann Labelle continued to ask in a shrill voice.

  Yan Junze guessed that this Chris should be the servant who was in charge of taking care of Annabelle before. She didn't know where she went. After thinking about it, she replied: "I'm just replacing her temporarily, and she will be back soon."

  Ann Labelle didn't speak any more.

  Yan Junze paused and said again: "Just now, I'm sorry. I was afraid to wake you up by opening the door, so I turned over from the next window and planned to sit on the sofa over there for the night. If you have any orders, you can tell me directly."

  Anlabell still didn't speak, as if she had fallen asleep.

  Yan Junze waited for a while, but there was no movement. He was going to get on the sofa near the window.

  But on second thought, it’s better to be closer to Ann Labelle, it may increase the other’s favor, and spend the night safely.

  Go to a closet and move a wooden chair over, put it next to the bed, and sit down here.

  Yan Junze didn't speak, and stared blankly at the figure curled up on the bed. Under the blanket, Annabelle seemed to be wearing a nightdress, motionless.

  The room quickly fell silent.

   Only the sound of the wind blowing outside the building could be heard, and there was a wall clock outside the corridor, and there was a faint ticking sound.

  The room was very quiet, there was no sound, Yan Junze could hear his own breathing, but he couldn't hear Annabelle's.

  He just sat there quietly, and unconsciously, the palms of his hands were sweating.

  Actually, Yan Junze really wanted to turn on a light at this time, so as not to lose sight of the surrounding environment, and the tension in his heart could not be dispelled.

   After sitting for an unknown amount of time, he felt a little numbness in his legs, and wanted to stand up and move around without alarming Annabelle.

   "It's time to take your medicine." Annabelle's sharp and delicate voice, like a little girl's, suddenly sounded.

   "Wo Nima!" Yan Junze was taken aback suddenly, trembling all over, and looked at Annabelle, whose back was facing him.

   "Yeah, okay." He said quickly, but his voice sounded very attentive, really like a loyal servant, "Where is the medicine?"

   "Under the bedside table, my side." Ann Labelle replied slowly.

  Yan Junze stood up and walked to her side, but this side was very dark and she couldn't see anything.

  Fumbled for a while, and found the switch of the bedside lamp.

   "Can I turn on the light?" Yan Junze asked.

   "Yes." Ann Labelle replied.

  Yan Junze immediately turned on the light. The light was very soft and the area it could illuminate was limited.

  The moment the light came on, his eyes naturally turned to the person lying on the bed, and he saw that Annabelle's sallow, distorted face was facing this side, and the bulging eyeball was also staring at him.

  Ann Labelle only exposed her head and hid her body in the blanket.

  Her gaze made people tremble, Yan Junze took a look and immediately turned his head away from her.

  Opened the bedside table, unexpectedly, there was no medicine box inside, only a small metal bowl, a golden spoon was placed in the bowl, and there seemed to be some viscous yellow objects in the bowl.

  Yan Junze lifted the small bowl out in surprise, and asked, "Is this... medicine?"

Annabelle didn't answer, but slowly opened her mouth that was exposed outside the blanket. The lower gum that was originally exposed, the moment she opened her mouth, a cloud of transparent liquid flowed out. I don't know if it was saliva or something. .

  A few clean white towels were placed neatly on one side of the bedside table. Yan Junze immediately took one, leaned over, and gently wiped Annabelle's chin and the corners of his mouth.

  During the process of wiping, he didn't look around, but just stared at his chin and mouth. In fact, he really didn't want to see the whole face of Annabelle.

  When wiping the corners of his mouth, he could still hear the meaningless sound from Anlabelle's throat, as if there was phlegm stuck there and he couldn't cough it out.

  Yan Junze tried his best not to think about other pictures.

  Put down the wiping towel, lift up the bowl of viscous yellow paste that is obviously cold, and look at Anlabelle: "This medicine...is already cold."

  Ann Labelle's mouth was always open, as if she was waiting for him to feed herself.

  Yan Junze had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of "paste", and there was a strange and unpleasant smell, and then he sent it to the open mouth.

  Anlabelle held the spoon in her mouth, and only after swallowing the "paste" did she open her mouth again.

  Yan Junze took out the spoon, but unexpectedly the spoon was full of suspension, and it was dragged out from Anlabelle's mouth. He took a step back, and the suspension dragged half a meter long before breaking off, dripping on the edge of the bed and the floor.

  Yan Junze hurriedly picked up another clean towel to wipe the sheets.

   Then he scooped up another spoonful and brought it to Anlabelle's mouth.

  Anlabelle opened her mouth and took another bite. When the spoon was taken out, some suspension was dragged out again, and Yan Junze wiped the bed sheet again.

  When she was about to feed her third bite, Annabelle stopped opening her mouth.

   "Just two bites?" Yan Junze was a little puzzled.

  But since the other party didn't open his mouth, he put the metal bowl on the bedside table.

   Turned on the bedside lamp and there was a wooden chair right next to the wall. Yan Junze turned it around and sat on it, with a proper look of dedication on his face.

But soon he found himself a little uncomfortable, because Annabelle was facing him, the eye pupil covered by the gray film was okay, but the protruding other eye pupil was staring at him firmly .

   This eye has not blinked, as if it is not sore at all.

  Being stared at by the other party for a while, Yan Junze knew that he could not maintain the attitude of being willing to serve under such gaze all the time, so he simply stretched out his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

  The surroundings fell into darkness. Although it wasn't completely dark, at least I couldn't see the dead fish eyes of the other party, and I felt a lot more relaxed.

   Sitting in the dark for a while, the feeling of being stared at all the time disappeared, but there was a rustling sound on the bed in front of her, as if Annabelle was turning over.

  You can see the slightly arched surface of the bed and the black shadow of the blanket wriggling.

  But Yan Junze suddenly had a feeling of trepidation at this time, and he unknowingly reached out his hand to the switch position of the bedside lamp again.

  The bed in front of me no longer squirmed, and there was no rustling sound, it seemed to have returned to calm.

  But Yan Junze's uneasiness became more intense at this moment, he no longer hesitated, and turned on the bedside lamp with a snap.

I saw Annabelle's twisted limbs supporting the bed, the whole person lying on the bed, pushing up the blanket on his back, facing his own direction, a bent and thin arm like a willow just stretched out. His own cheek is no more than the distance of a palm.

  The moment the light was turned on, the movement of Anlabelle reaching out was still.

  Yan Junze froze, staring at the scene.

  For about ten seconds, Annabelle slowly retracted her withered and bent arms, and retracted them into the blanket covering her body. During the process, the sound of bones rubbing against her made people get goosebumps.

   "This woman, what did you want to do just now?"

  Yan Junze felt that the light could not be turned off no matter what.

  As mentioned in the mission prompt, Anlabelle's behavior is inexplicably weird. If he is acting in the dark, then he has to beware of more situations.

   After Anlabel lay back on the bed, she turned over and turned her back to Yan Junze again, without moving.

   At this moment, something was squeezed out from under the pillow on the bed, rolled down the edge of the bed, fell to the floor, and rolled under the bed.

   It looks like a bottle.

  Yan Junze glanced through the dim bedside lamp and caught a vague shadow.

   The bottle seemed to have been under the pillow where Annabelle was sleeping, and when she turned over, it rolled out because of squeezing.

   It may also be something like a medicine bottle, Yan Junze guessed.

  He immediately walked to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and reached out his hand to touch the bottle from the direction where it fell.

   After groping for a while, the bottle seemed to have rolled too deep, and it was impossible to touch it by squatting.

  Yan Junze simply knelt on the ground, and first looked at Annabelle, whose back was facing him motionless, to prevent the woman from making any weird moves when he was picking things up for her.

   Then he bent down, stretched his hand as far as possible, and hooked the bottle.

  Actually, he doesn't need to pick up anything, but now he has to please Ann Labelle, no matter what weird behavior the other party showed just now.

  Obviously, picking things up for her will definitely increase her favorability.

  The hand under the bed groped for a while, but still did not touch the fallen bottle, but Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, because he found that the floor under the bed seemed to be wet.

   The place where the palm touches is not only moist, but also has a sticky feeling.

  Paused, he touched it again, trying to make sure if it was his illusion. At this moment, the left hand that was stretched under the bed suddenly trembled, and Yan Junze's face turned pale instantly.

   Because, he touched a finger.

   This finger belongs to a complete palm, and the entire palm is wrapped in a viscous liquid.

  Yan Junze, who was startled, immediately raised his head to look at the bed, but Annabelle still kept the same action just now, without moving.

  Almost at the same moment, the sticky palm under the bed suddenly grabbed Yan Junze's hand and dragged him inside.

   This force was so strong that Yan Junze couldn't break free, and at least half of his body was pulled under the bed.

   Immediately, he loosened his wrist, and the hand that was holding him just now suddenly disappeared.

  The ground here is all wet and sticky, and Yan Junze feels uncomfortable lying here.

  The reason for the discomfort was partly the wet and sticky feeling, but more of it was the palm that dragged him in just now, which was obviously cold.

Turning his head and looking to the side, he couldn’t see anything under the bed. The small black backpack was still on his back, which blocked some of the water stains on the ground for him. The flashlight was inserted into the side of the backpack, and he immediately reached out take.

  After getting the flashlight, he turned it on and shone it on his side. In the light of the flashlight, a person lying next to Yan Junze was revealed.

   As expected, this is a dead person, a female corpse.

  The corpse looked very young, wearing servant's clothes, empty eyes, slightly parted lips, and slight decay on the body, but the whole body, including the clothes, were wrapped in viscous suspension, and there was no smell at all.

  Yan Junze hardly thought about it, and immediately looked down at the woman's palm.

  The five fingers of the corpse's right palm were slightly gathered together, and it was obvious that this hand had dragged him in just now.

   But at this moment, it doesn't look like this woman is alive again.

   "A maid, a dead maid, a dead maid who can move for a short time. What kind of operation is this?" Yan Junze secretly asked.

  (end of this chapter)