I Can Rewind Chapter 408: Deformed Annabelle (2)

Latest URL: Until the monster-like person crawled 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 his eyes, he did not yell out loud, he was already worthy of the audience.

If it was done in the past, I am afraid that with one 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, which makes people confused about her thoughts.

After a pause, 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.

After thinking for a while, 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 Annabelle 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 up, interrupting Yan Junze's words.

When 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. It was very thin, crisp, and even had the illusion of waxy.

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 weird humanoid who could be said to be 100 years old, but what she said was completely A little girl's voice.

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

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

"Why did 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 this woman may be born with bad eyesight, one eye pupil is covered by a layer of gray film, and the other eye pupil is directly bulging out, well, 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."

Anna Labelle said nothing more.

Yan Junze paused and said again: "Just now, I'm sorry. I was afraid to open the door and wake you up, 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."

Anlabelle 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.

However, after thinking about it, it's better to be closer to Ann Labelle, which may increase the other's goodwill and let her 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 can be heard, and there is a wall clock outside the corridor, and there is 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 before he knew it, 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.

I don't know how long he sat, he felt his legs were a little numb, 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 Ni Ma!" Yan Junze was taken aback suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he looked at Ann Labelle, whose back was facing him.

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

"Under the bedside table, my side." Annabelle replied slowly.

Yan Junze stood up and walked to her side, but this side was very dark and could not see anything.

After fumbling for a while, I found the switch of the bedside lamp.

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

"Yeah." Annabelle 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 Annabelle's sallow, distorted face facing this side, and the bulging eyeball was also staring at the person lying on the bed. Own.

Anlabelle only exposed her head, and her body was hidden in the blanket.

Her gaze made one's heart tremble, Yan Junze took one 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?"

Anlabelle did not 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. Saliva or what.

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 the corners of Annabelle's chin and mouth.

During the process of wiping, he didn't look around, just staring 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 scenes.

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

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

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

Anlabelle held the spoon in her mouth and swallowed the "paste" before opening 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 before breaking off, dripping on the edge of the bed and the floor .

Yan Junze quickly picked up a clean towel to wipe the bed sheet.

Then took 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.

The side where the bedside lamp was turned on happened to be a wooden chair against the wall. Yan Junze turned it around and sat on it, with a proper look of dedication on his face.

However, he soon realized that he was a little uncomfortable, because Annabelle was facing him, the eye pupil covered by the gray film was okay, but the other protruding eye pupil was dead. Stare at yourself.

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 it was impossible for him to maintain the attitude of being willing to help under such gaze, so he simply reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The surroundings fell into darkness, although it was not completely dark, but at least he couldn't see the dead fish eyes of the other party, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Sitting in the dark for a while, the feeling of being stared at 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 at this time, Yan Junze suddenly had a feeling of trepidation, and he unknowingly stretched 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 the uneasiness in Yan Junze's heart became even stronger at this moment, he stopped hesitating, and turned on the bedside lamp with a snap.

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

The moment the light was turned on, Annabelle's movement of reaching out her hand was still.

Yan Junze froze, staring at the picture.

About ten seconds or so, Annabelle slowly retracted her withered and bent arms, and retracted them into the blanket covering her body. 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, Annabelle's behavior is inexplicably weird. If he is acting in the dark, then he has to beware of more situations.

After Annabelle lay back on the bed, she turned over and faced Yan Junze with her back again, without moving any more.

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.

Looks like a bottle.

Yan Junze took a glance 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 be something like a medicine bottle, Yan Junze guessed.

He immediately walked to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and reached out 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.

Only then did he lean down and stretch his hand as far as possible to hook 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 covered with a viscous liquid.

Yan Junze, who was startled, immediately looked up at the bed, but Annabelle still kept the 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.

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

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

Part of the reason for the discomfort was 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~IndoMTL.com~ The small black backpack was still on his back, which blocked part of the water stains on the ground for him, and the flashlight was plugged in before He immediately reached for the side of the backpack.

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, it was a dead person, a female corpse.

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

Yan Junze hardly thought about it, and immediately moved his gaze down to 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 seems that this woman does not seem to be 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 thought.