I can rewind time to prevent death

"Password entered incorrectly, 4 more attempts remaining."

Seeing this line suddenly appear on his phone screen, Yan Junze got a jolt that made the hairs on his back stand, feeling a chill permeating his entire body.

He immediately sat up from lying down, turned his head and looked around. Although it was rather dark, he could still see objects in the bedroom, and everything was as quiet as before, without any unusual occurrences.

He looked again at the lit phone screen, the line of text was still there.

Had someone just touched his phone? And they had entered the wrong password to boot.

Yan Junze picked up the phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and flipped through it casually; nothing was amiss.

More importantly, no mission prompt had come up so far.

Unsure if it was a problem with the phone system or if there really were some anomalies, Yan Junze held his phone, continuously pondering.

"Is this 'strangeness' really so laid-back? Devoid of any obsession, its purpose here purely to tease people?"

Not feeling quite reassured, he decided to get out of bed and tiptoed to open the bedroom door, stepping out into the living room.

On the elegantly refined decorative cabinets in the living room, the camera lens was pointed at most of the living room, still operating.

Yan Junze stood inside the room, looked around, and an eerie silence filled the air, without a sound.

Some light from outside came through the windows, allowing him to make out the layout clearly.

He had activated the rewind feature before lying down in bed, keeping it on loop ever since.

Seeing nothing unusual in the living room, Yan Junze was about to check the bathroom, kitchen, and balcony.

But just as he was about to move, the door of the room where Yan Wenwen was sleeping suddenly moved slightly, opening a crack, and an eye peeked through quietly.

Yan Junze was startled and quickly walked over. The eye behind the crack withdrew immediately.

Without making a sound, Yan Junze approached the door and gently pushed it open, and there stood Yan Wenwen in a light red nightgown, looking fearfully at Yan Junze.

"Wenwen?"

Having heard from Bao Yunjing about the strange happenings, Yan Junze wasn't sure if Wenwen was normal at the moment or if some anomaly had occurred.

Yan Wenwen nodded her head, her eyes bright, and she made a silencing gesture to Yan Junze, seeming quite normal.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yan Junze whispered.

Yan Wenwen carefully closed the bedroom door, pulled Yan Junze to the desk, and then in a very quiet voice said, "Brother Yan, everyone in this house is very peculiar, including my parents, especially my mother. You have to save us."

"Huh?" Yan Junze was somewhat stunned for a moment. "Wasn't it your mother who felt something was peculiar at home, which led to my being called over?"

He couldn't directly say that, in reality, it was Bao Yunjing who felt that everyone else in the family was peculiar, and that's why she had reached out to him through Bao Jie.

Yan Wenwen, as if frightened of being overheard, quickly shook her head, her hands gesturing rapidly in front of her chest, "No, that's not it; I've been telling my mother to call the exorcist, she said she did. But a couple of days ago, when I applied to check, there was no report from us on record."

"Then you reported it afterward?" asked Yan Junze, surprised.

"Yes, that's when I reported it myself," nodded Yan Wenwen. "But when I asked my dad and mom, they both said they had reported it."

"That is strange!" Yan Junze muttered to himself, then looked towards Yan Wenwen again, "You said your mother was peculiar, what is peculiar about her? I think she seems very normal."

Yan Wenwen nervously shook her head, glanced at the bedroom door, and then checked her watch, "Half past twelve, every night at half past twelve, she comes punctually to… comb my hair."

"Ah!" Yan Junze got a shock.

"Even when I was asleep, she would come and comb my hair while kneeling beside my bed. I was so scared to death that I didn't dare to open my eyes," said Yan Wenwen, her body beginning to tremble.

"It's just to your room?" asked Yan Junze.

"No," Yan Wenwen shook her head, "every room. After she finishes combing my hair, she goes to Grandpa's room. Sometimes I hear her talking to someone, but Grandpa's dementia is so severe and he's always been a heavy sleeper. Except for waking up at five o'clock sharp every morning, he wouldn't be disturbed by anything else during that period."

Yan Junze nodded and asked, "Was this what you wanted to tell me earlier today, during the day?"

"Hmm," said Yan Wenwen, "I didn't dare to speak up with Mom around."

"Alright, I understand," Yan Junze checked the time on his cellphone, which showed it was just shy of midnight. He said to Yan Wenwen, "Keep doing what you've been doing. If your mom comes in to comb your hair, don't open your eyes, just endure it. According to what you've said, she will leave here and go to my place afterward. Wait for me to handle it."

"Thank you, Brother Yan. You must save us!" Yan Wenwen looked at him pitifully.

After leaving her room, Yan Junze had no intention to wander around the other rooms, and he returned to Old Yan's room. Sure enough, the old man was in a deep slumber, his snoring loud and steady, oblivious to anyone moving around him.

He lay back down on his bed, took out his cell phone and placed it back on the bedside table. This time, Yan Junze did not plan to sleep again.

He was waiting for half-past midnight to see if what Yan Wenwen said was true. If Bao Yunjing's strangeness was greater, this situation could be very complicated.

Because so far, Yan Junze had not received any notifications about the mission.

This had him doubting whether the current events were really the work of a spirit, or if there was some other explanation.

Time passed.

As he pondered, the time finally reached half-past midnight.

It was clear by then that Yan Wenwen next door, in her bedroom, had definitely not fallen asleep. Instead, she was trembling with fear, waiting for her mother to come and comb her hair.

With a click, the sound of a bedroom door being opened echoed from outside, followed by soft footsteps. The footsteps paused at the door next to his, then the sound of the door opening and again, more footsteps.

Yan Junze wasn't sleepy at all; in fact, his mind was exceptionally clear, so he listened very carefully.

At that moment, Bao Yunjing should be combing her daughter's hair.

"Damn, just thinking about it sends chills down the spine," Yan Junze couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a wave of disgust.

Every night like this, it was a wonder what had kept Yan Wenwen holding on until today.

It wasn't long before noises started coming from the other side again.

Yan Junze quickly closed his eyes and listened as the door to the room next door closed and soft footsteps approached Old Yan's bedroom.

Old Yan was still sleeping soundly, showing no sign of disturbance.

After about ten seconds of silence, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Yan Junze kept his eyes closed, pretending to be sound asleep, and positioned himself so that he faced left with one hand near his head, ensuring he could react quickly if anything happened.

As the footsteps entered the room, an inevitable hair-raising sensation crept over him.

The footsteps, neither fast nor slow, ceased after entering the room. Based on the sound, it seemed as if they had stopped in the middle of the bedroom. Stay connected via empire

Another two or three minutes passed with no movement.

Yan Junze grew somewhat impatient. He hadn't moved his body, only twisted his neck slightly, then squinted his eyes, peering through the dim light from the window.

In his line of sight, a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a red nightgown, stood at the foot of the bed, motionless, seemingly staring at the person lying there.