I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 802 - 453: Strangenesses Surge

Chapter 802: Chapter 453: Strangenesses Surge

“Police, time to clean up!”

Upon hearing this voice, the four people in the room on the fifth floor looked at each other in dismay.

“That’s Junze’s voice,” Zhang Xiaomo immediately said.

Without saying anything, Mei Lianhua and Huang Wenjian immediately left the room and stepped out into the corridor, craning their necks to look down.

They saw that there was no one downstairs, but a three-meter-long fat worm lay rigidly curled up on the ground, already breathless. The black non-Newtonian fluid was spread all over the floor, still slowly moving.

However, it could be seen that the non-Newtonian fluid had likewise changed, slowly forming into a solid.

“Dead! The fatty has been killed! It really was a giant worm!” Huang Wenjian said.

“Damn!” Mei Lianhua couldn’t help but curse in astonishment, “Did Yan Junze kill it? How did he take this guy down? Indeed, not even the way of dying is usual, now it looks utterly dead!”

At this, the three of them simultaneously looked at Zhang Xiaomo.

In their minds, Zhang Xiaomo was the most knowledgeable about Yan Junze and certainly knew how he had taken down the increasingly stronger fat worm.

However, the expression on Zhang Xiaomo’s face immediately squashed their theories, making them feel even more confused.

“You better give Yan Junze a call and ask where he went; we’ll head down to handle the scene,” Mei Lianhua said.

…

When Yan Junze reached the stairwell on the first floor of Building No. 2, Zhang Xiaomo called: “Where did you go?”

“I came to check out the lair of that fat worm. You guys don’t come over for now, there might be danger here,” Yan Junze said.

“Then… just now Big Brother Mei was asking… how did you kill it…” Zhang Xiaomo reminded: “You better prepare a story in advance, they will definitely ask you.”

“No need, just tell them I smashed it to death with my fist.”

“Fist?” Zhang Xiaomo was stunned, clearly not believing it herself.

“Uh, plus the Black Spirit Umbrella personally crafted for me by Master Wan Shouguang.” Yan Junze thought this flag was waved big enough.

“Alright, be careful,” Zhang Xiaomo hung up the phone.

Yan Junze had already reached the third floor and glanced towards Room 307. He noticed that the non-Newtonian fluid was still oozing out from that room.

This substance hadn’t solidified with the death of the worm, which was strange!

Could it be that the so-called “lair” inside the room didn’t have much to do with the death of the worm?

Yan Junze quickened his pace, walking over. Although there was non-Newtonian fluid spilling everywhere, the corridor still had places to step on. He crossed in a few strides and came in front of the room’s door.

The door was slightly ajar and opened with a push.

He pushed the door open and stood outside to look, indeed as Mei Lianhua had described; the room that should have been an office now had chairs and desks completely destroyed, piled up messily in the furthest corner.

And in the center of the room, a bit to the front, on the floor and the ceiling, there were two enormous fleshy growths standing opposite each other, one above and one below.

Each of these growths was about the size of two office desks put together. The one on the floor was swollen around the outside, resembling a doughnut, with a deep recess in the middle, while the one on the ceiling was round and plump, without any recess.

Yan Junze didn’t approach immediately, standing at the doorway for a moment, and noticed that these growths indeed didn’t move, appearing like lifeless masses.

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However, at the time Mei Lianhua had just observed from the doorway like Yan Junze was doing now, without entering the room.

Actually, Yan Junze had a worry in his heart; hadn’t that fat worm been resurrecting on the spot every time before?

He speculated whether, if he really killed the creature this time, another one identical would crawl out from these growths?

After thinking, it seemed likely to happen; after all, considering the appearance of the worm, it may have come out from here.

Of course, there was another possibility — the growth was something it had produced, and right now, it might be full of worm eggs, incubating inside.

After a pause, Yan Junze stepped into the room, avoiding the black non-Newtonian fluid on the floor, drawing closer to the growth on the ground.

Throughout this process, he kept an eye on the growth on the ceiling, fearing that it would suddenly burst open, expelling something that would unexpectedly smear all over him.

Fortunately, there was no such disturbance.

Yan Junze bent down to look at the middle of the ground growth, the recess like a thin layer of flesh membrane, which didn’t show any movement on the outside but this membrane was slightly trembling.

It was as if a gust of wind was blowing through the membrane.

The flesh on the growth was similar to that of the fat worm, just a bit whiter, but touching it posed no danger.

Yan Junze extended his finger, poking the trembling membrane, feeling it was not very robust, and he could indeed sense a force acting upon it.

The flesh membrane was roughly the size of a basin.

Yan Junze hesitated for a moment, then forcefully poked the membrane with his index finger.

As expected, it didn’t take much effort to pierce the membrane, but then he was immediately startled, looking at the scene that unfolded before his eyes.

A cool breeze rushed in through the punctured hole into the office, brushing against Yan Junze’s face.

He had never expected that there would be another place behind the flesh membrane, an unfamiliar space that was dark and expansive, with no knowledge of its width or breadth.

Upon closer inspection, not only was the space not enclosed, but it appeared that something was moving in the far distance of the area.