I Can Rewind

  Chapter 411 The deformed Annabelle (4)

  Yan Junze didn't believe that just holding hands with the other party would make Annabelle's belly so big.

   Thinking about it carefully, he couldn't be sure when Ann Labelle's belly got big, or whether it had always been this big at all.

  From the moment he first turned in from the window, he didn't seem to have seen the whole body of Annabelle.

  It was too dark at the time, and the first time I saw Annabelle, there was only that ugly face. When she was so cold and frightened enough, the woman quickly climbed onto the bed and covered herself with a blanket.

  At that time, the bedside lamp was not turned on in the room, and I did not turn on the flashlight, so I could not see any abnormality in Annabelle's stomach.

  After lying on the bed, Annabelle kept covering herself with a blanket and lay on her side, unable to see her belly.

  Even when she climbed into the big cabinet later, she was wearing a blanket, and buried herself in the pile of corpses from the chest down, and she was still not visible at all.

  Thinking about it, Yan Junze guessed that maybe before he entered this room, Annabelle's belly was already this big.

  Looking at the swollen belly, Yan Junze was even more confused. Is it because of eating too much of the disgusting juice, or is there a tumor in the stomach, or is she really pregnant?

  It's very strange!

  Anna Labelle didn't move at all, just lying flat. Of course, her feet are naturally twisted and cannot be straightened.

  Yan Junze really wanted to ask a question, but he didn't know how to ask. Moreover, he was not sure if the other party was asleep now. If he woke up the woman, it might make the other party angry again.

   So he just stared at the high belly, watching the rhythmic slight rise and fall of the belly.

  Suddenly, Yan Junze stared wide-eyed, staring at the round belly, and saw that there seemed to be something squirming slightly in the belly, propped up the blanket covering it, and then calmed down again.

   "What? Is it an illusion?" Yan Junze didn't say anything for the time being, but just stared at this scene dumbfounded.

   After about a minute or so, the raised stomach squirmed again, as if a small fist had passed from left to right inside the stomach, and then calmed down again.

   This time, Yan Junze saw clearly that there was indeed something in Annabelle's stomach, which... seemed to be fetal movement!

  He turned his head to look at the sleeping Annabelle in surprise.

   At this moment, he felt that Anlabel suddenly increased his strength in holding his fingers, pinching his five knuckles rattling.

  The pain from his fingers made Yan Junze almost snort. He immediately gritted his teeth and looked at Annabelle's stomach which started to wriggle again.

   This time, the squirm of the stomach was even more exaggerated, and it was almost obvious that it was a little foot moving.

  The pain in the hand held by Ann Labelle has eased a little. Obviously, Ann Labelle has stopped exerting force, but at this moment she turned her head to the side and groaned in pain from her mouth, which seemed to be very uncomfortable.

  The next second, Annabelle's protruding eyeball began to roll, and she had already woken up. She was woken up by the pain of her stomach's wriggling.

She stretched out her hand and lifted off the blanket covering her body. Under the white nightgown, the bulging belly was wriggling like waves at the moment, and the little guy in her belly was moving non-stop, whether it was feet or hands. , as if impatiently wanting to come out.

  Yan Junze looked at this scene in surprise, and said to himself: "This...couldn't be the birth!"

   Judging by the extent of the bulging belly, it should not be far away from delivery. How could this happen? This is how to do?

  At this moment, he suddenly understood whether he would take care of Annabelle until dawn. During this period, he would deliver the child for her. After taking care of her to give birth smoothly, he would be able to comfort her soul.

  Looking at it this way, the difficulty factor is considered to meet the requirements of this task level.

   "It's just that she wants to have a child? Whose child is it? How long has it been? You know, according to human age, she is already 100 years old. Can she still be born?"

   "With Ann Labelle's weird physique, even if she can give birth, will the child she give birth to be normal? Will it be equally weird when born?"

   "Is this little guy deformed, or normal? He won't bite after birth, right?"

  Suddenly, countless questions popped up in my mind.

  At this time, Annabelle had let go of Yan Junze's hand, clutching the edge of the bed with both hands, and made a vague voice: "It hurts!"

The scene in front of me seems to overlap with the scene at the home of the mother-in-law in Fenghua District a long time ago. It is also the word "pain", except that the mother-in-law speaks Huaying language, while Annabelle speaks American Calais.

  Yan Junze saw that Annabelle directly propped up the deformed feet and set aside, as if she was giving birth, she was ready for delivery.

   "Fuck!"

  Yan Junze immediately looked left and right, looking for what he needed.

  He now needs clean towels, hot water, and basins. He doesn’t know anything about them, and he doesn’t know how to operate them. If the child's head comes out, should I help pull it, or shout for cheers from the side, I don't understand!

  What if the feet come out first? Just plug it back and turn it around?

   And how to disinfect? Yes, you need scissors, and a sharp knife will do.

  Yan Junze searched all over the house, but found nothing except a plastic basin and a towel.

  No choice but to go out and have a look.

At this time, Annabelle's pain obviously became more severe. She grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and turned to look at Yan Junze. The belly was throbbing, and it could be seen that no unborn child would move with such a violent force.

  The child in the stomach is definitely not normal, definitely not an ordinary baby.

   "Persist for a while, I'll look in the next room, I still need some hot water, and I'll be right back." Yan Junze said to Annabel on the bed.

  Ann Labelle didn't answer. There were no beads of sweat on her forehead, and she didn't seem to be sweating at all.

  Yan Junze also noticed that although she seemed to be in severe pain, it seemed that the amniotic fluid hadn't broken, and the pain might still take a while, which should be enough time for her to prepare.

  But after thinking about it, it’s not right, Annabelle can’t be judged by the state of ordinary people. It’s not clear whether this woman has amniotic fluid or not. She might just pop out a little kid, and it’s possible that she doesn’t need anything.

   But preparation must be prepared, otherwise the other party has been there in pain for so long, but seeing yourself doing nothing next to him, there is still a **** spiritual comfort.

  Even if I don’t understand anything, as long as I get everything in order, give me a symbolic help, and shout “Come on” twice, it’s better to do nothing.

   After saying that, Yan Junze hurried to the door, grabbed the door handle, twisted it slightly, and then opened the door.

  He didn't want to make too much noise, and even though Annabelle was in pain, she didn't make much noise, only the room could hear it.

  If possible, try to keep the matter in this room and not spread it.

  Ann Labelle actually gave birth during the mission. This unexpected incident was completely unexpected, and Yan Junze could never have imagined it.

  The door of the room was opened, Yan Junze raised his head, and froze at the door.

  I saw a blond man in a black trench coat standing outside the door, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his hands in his pockets, standing at the door and looking at himself with a smile.

   "You...here you are." The blond man spoke in a substandard Chinese language.

  Reaper Morrison!

   It was just a glance. Although he had never really seen the other party at close range before, and he only saw Morrison's phantom in the mission of the corpse bride, Yan Junze recognized him immediately at this moment.

   And looking at it this way, this is not the projection of Morrison's avatar, but the real body, the **** of death himself!

  The next second, Yan Junze felt that the magnetic field around him was completely frozen. He couldn't even move his fingers, so he could only stand at the door like this, staring at Morrison blankly, at the mercy of the other party.

   File back!

   Back in time, back to the moment when Yan Junze was sitting by the bed, holding hands with Annabelle silently.

what to do? It actually triggered Morrison's appearance, when was it triggered? Could it be that Ann Labelle's painful snort spread?

   shook his head.

  No, if that volume could be triggered, the voice of myself talking to her in the room would have alarmed Morrison long ago, instead of waiting until Ann Labelle was about to give birth.

Um? childbirth?

   Could it be the birth of Annabelle that triggered the appearance of Morrison?

   This idea just flashed through Yan Junze's mind. What he needs to consider at the moment is how not to trigger Morrison.

  If it was really triggered by Ann Labelle's childbirth, then there is no solution at all, because this scene will happen to Ann Labelle in the end anyway, and it cannot be avoided unless he does not complete this task.

   Then kill this woman without waiting for her to give birth? No longer long for any Buddhist deeds.

   After all, compared to getting rid of Anlabel, the idea of ​​earning energy points for this mission can still be ranked behind. The key is not to let the altar open, and by the way, get rid of this cruel woman, killing two birds with one stone.

   "Then give up the task released by the space-time map!"

Having made up his mind, Yan Junze released the black spirit umbrella in the atlas in his mind, held the handle of the umbrella with his left hand, and pressed his thumb on the switch to open the umbrella, while his right hand still held Annabelle's hand , stood up slowly, making sure that the moment the black spirit umbrella opened, it could cover Anlabel.

   When he stood up, he was very careful, trying not to move the hand holding Annabelle, his body was stiff and finally stood up slowly.

  Ann Labelle didn't move. Her stomach hadn't started to hurt at this time, so she should be in a state of sleep.

  Yan Junze took a deep breath, and slowly raised his left hand holding the umbrella above Anlabelle's body, and then slammed the switch with his left thumb, and the Heiling Umbrella popped up.

  While opening the umbrella, Yan Junze was a little worried that with Annabelle's special weird physique, he wondered if the black spirit umbrella could recognize it and immediately launch an attack like killing other monsters.

  But in the next second, he knew that he was worrying too much. The three energies in the black spirit umbrella appeared instantly, entangled together, and blasted towards Anlabelle's body!

  Anlabelle's bent body tensed instantly, as if struck by lightning, and then quickly arched up. Before a miserable scream could come out, it was immediately sealed by the energy inside the umbrella.

   Waves of breath penetrated from the surface of her body, and were strangled and dissipated by the black spirit umbrella...

  Anlabelle raised his arm vigorously, and grabbed the handle of the black spirit umbrella. Yan Junze refused to let her grab it. He raised his foot, stepped on the bed, and held the umbrella high.

  Anlabelle shrank her body and stretched her hands. The fingertips of ten fingers pierced the skin visible to the naked eye and grew rapidly. She tried her best to break through the restraint under the umbrella and crawl out of the bed.

   Once she climbed out of the range of the black spirit umbrella, she would immediately deal a fatal blow to Yan Junze.

  At this moment, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Morrison, the **** of death, appeared, stretched out his hand with a livid face, and grabbed at the void. The magnetic field under the black spirit umbrella instantly froze, and the three energies were intercepted by him in the air.

  Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and was about to take back the black spirit umbrella, but found that the umbrella had been fixed in mid-air and could no longer be removed.

  Anlabelle took the opportunity to climb out of the enveloping range, roared, and five sharp fingernails quickly penetrated into the skin of Yan Junze's neck.

   File back!

  Yan Junze sat back on the chair next to the bed again, holding the twisted palm of the sleeping Annabel in his hand.

  He felt a faint pain in the skin of his neck, and touched it with the other hand. In fact, the skin was intact without any wounds. This is just an illusion created by the memory of myself being attacked just now.

It doesn't work to attack directly with the black spirit umbrella. Now it seems that Morrison, the **** of death, has found himself a long time ago, but he didn't show up. He will not appear until he is about to leave the room, or when he is going to be unfavorable to Annabelle. .

  This...is a conspiracy!

  Yan Junze sat by the bed, feeling faintly uneasy.

  Although it seems that there is no movement outside at this moment, Morrison is actually closely monitoring every move here with a method that he does not know.

  Perhaps, from the moment he entered the room, Morrison had already targeted him.

  Yan Junze will not compromise so easily.

  He chose to go back again, returning to the moment when he had not yet entered Ann Labelle's room.

  Standing by the window of the next room, he didn't poke his head out to check. Instead, he thought for a while and walked directly to the door of this house. He was going to give up the idea of ​​entering through the window, and then think about other feasible strategies.

  Or, it is possible to enter directly through the main door of Annabelle's room, but avoid certain triggering conditions.

  Opening the door of this room, Yan Junze walked out against the wall, and closed the door smoothly. When he turned his head, he saw a black figure standing at the entrance of the stairs in the corridor, as if facing him, silent.

  Yan Junze didn't move, just stood quietly against the wall.

   About half a minute later, the black figure suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, but the voice came to Yan Junze's ears clearly.

   "Why don't you go in?"

   Still Morrison! He has followed.

   File back!

  After the scene changed, Yan Junze returned to squatting behind the stairs on the first floor this time, quietly observing the movement around him.

  He remembered clearly that at first he hid behind this staircase for twenty minutes, watching to see if Morrison would show up, but nothing came.

   Then it means that it is possible that Morrison himself triggered his appearance while going upstairs.

   At this time, the trigger condition should not be met.

   Squatting behind the stairs for a while, there was nothing abnormal, but Yan Junze felt unstable in his heart, and always felt that he had overlooked something.

  He came out from behind the stairs, not in a hurry to go upstairs again, but stood in the corner of the entrance hall, quietly looking at the surrounding environment.

  The surrounding area was very quiet, but now it faintly made him uneasy.

   After a pause, Yan Junze walked directly through the entrance hall, instead of climbing back from the shoe cabinet as he did when he came in.

  When he came to the gate of the entrance hall, he reached out and grabbed the door handle, trying to open the door and go out.

  But the moment his fingers touched the metal doorknob, his whole body trembled as if he had received an electric shock, and he lost consciousness instantly.

  【It is detected that the host is dying, triggering "automatic rollback when dying", this time consumes 1000 points of different-dimensional energy】

  (end of this chapter)