I Can Rewind

Chapter 410 The Deformed Annabelle (3)

What is certain now is that the maid's body under the bed should be the maid who once took care of Ann Labelle.

Moreover, the death of the maid had a lot to do with this monster, Annabelle.

This scene also indirectly reminded Yan Junze that although Annabelle seemed a little weird at the moment, as if the danger was not very high, don't forget that this mission is fearful (high).

Once Annabelle violently kills people, he must be on guard.

Although I have a black spirit umbrella for self-defense, if I really want to kill Anlabelle, the black spirit umbrella may be damaged. Whether the task can be completed is the next thing. Get rid of the weirdness.

Of course, it would be best if the Buddhist system can eliminate spirits smoothly.

Feeling the coldness coming from the maid's corpse beside him, Yan Junze didn't want to get close to her, because the maid's whole body was sticky, which reminded him of the bowl of sticky medicine that he fed to Annabelle just now.

Don't tell me, the corpse is a medicine primer. Yan Junze muttered softly.

At this time, his feet were also shrunk under the bed. There was no way, most of his body got in, and he always felt that his feet were exposed outside, which made people feel a little uneasy.

I took a closer look at the maid with a flashlight, her body was quite plump, but it had already begun to rot, and her dull eyes seemed to be facing a certain direction outside the bed.

Yan Junze raised his head and looked in that direction, and found a large cabinet over there with exquisite patterns on the surface, but the door of the cabinet seemed to be ajar at the moment.

Yan Junze was not sure whether the cabinet door was closed tightly. Although there was light from the bedside lamp, the light over there was too dim to see clearly.

He looked at the empty eyes of the maid, then looked at the direction of the big cabinet, looked down at the maid, and then looked up at the cabinet.

Yan Junze said to himself: Do you want me to go to the cabinet? Or remind me that there is something in the cabinet?

Not all people in this world will become weird after death, but there will be weird phenomena, such as corpses that have been dead for a long time will reach out and grab people, and will issue some kind of silent guidance.

Yan Junze felt that he had encountered such a situation now.

He didn't hesitate, and in fact he didn't want to stay in the wet place under the bed any longer, but crawled out from under the bed from the direction he came in.

Squat up first, then stand up.

Looking at the bed, Yan Junze was taken aback for a moment, and found that there was no one on the bed. Not only was Annabelle gone, but even the blanket she was covering was gone.

Only white sheets.

Where's the person? No, what's weird? Yan Junze wondered.

His flashlight did not turn off, and immediately shone around the room, deliberately avoiding the direction of the window, in order to prevent the light of the flashlight from being discovered outside, or violating the conditions for the appearance of Morrison, the god of death.

The light of the flashlight stayed under the table, on both sides of the sofa, in the corner of the room, etc. for a moment, but there was no sign of Annabelle.

She is only wearing a white nightdress now, and she may have a blanket over her body. I don't know what it is for, but if it is still in the house, it should be easy to find.

Thinking of this, Yan Junze immediately looked at the door leading to the corridor from the room. The door was closed and no one came out.

Still in the house.

Yan Junze fixed his eyes on the big cabinet door where the maid's corpse had been staring at just now, and walked over with a flashlight.

When I came to the cabinet door, I was sure that the cabinet door was ajar, and it would open as soon as I pulled it.

Yan Junze held his breath, did not take out the black spirit umbrella, but held the flashlight in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the edge of the wardrobe door, and gently pulled it out.

Before he fully opened the cabinet door, he saw a blanket hanging from the cabinet door, blocking the space inside, and this blanket was very familiar, it was the one that was still covering Annabelle on the bed just now.

This shows that Annabelle is very likely to be in this big cabinet.

Yan Junze couldn't help but his heartbeat began to speed up, he stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed a corner of the blanket, and lifted it away.

In fact, before it was fully opened, he had already seen the scene inside the cabinet, and immediately couldn't help but feel his stomach churn.

The moment the blanket was lifted, the scene that caught the eye was a mass of broken limbs, and it was impossible to tell how many corpses there were. Anyway, the corpses were piled up together, and they were completely indistinguishable from each other.

Whether it was the main torso of the corpse, or the arms and thighs, every part was covered by a thick layer of suspension.

The corpse did not bleed out, nor did it emit any peculiar smell. It was exactly the same as the corpse of the maid under the bed, but although these corpses were dressed in servant clothes, they seemed to be more miserable than the one under the bed.

Yan Junze only took a cursory look, and he probably saw four broken heads, which were hollow.

Annabelle sat among these wreckages, the piled up broken limbs covered her from the chest down, and there was still juice flowing from her split mouth, she didn't know what she did just now.

In fact, with Annabelle's appearance, if she was sitting motionless among these corpses, Yan Junze would not even suspect that she was alive.

In other words, Annabelle looked more like a dead man than some corpses.

Originally, from the outside, the cabinet was already big enough, but after seeing all the scenes inside, Yan Junze realized that the space inside the cabinet was ridiculously large.

I am afraid that there are no less than eight corpses piled up, and the soaked suspensions are all wrapped around the corpses and have not flowed out of the cabinet.

Annabelle raised her head and looked at Yan Junze.

Yan Junze didn't shine the flashlight directly into her eyes, otherwise it might make her angry, but the flashlight shone on the crowded corpses beside Annabelle.

If he hadn't experienced too many horrible scenes before, Yan Junze dared to believe that at this moment, after seeing Annabelle sitting among so many broken limbs, he might have passed out from fright, or fled directly.

Although his heart was beating like a drum, he still forced himself to calm down, calm down, calm down, try to breathe as smoothly as possible, and stare at Annabelle with less flustered eyes.

Annabelle stretched out her right hand from the pile of corpses, and spread out five slender and strangely curved fingers towards Yan Junze.

My medicine?

None of her fingers looked normal, and all of them were deformed, like curved branches.

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the bowl of medicine was on the bedside table. At this moment, Annabelle obviously wanted his own medicine.

He nodded slightly: Please...please wait a moment, I'll bring it right away.

Exhaling lightly, Yan Junze turned around and walked towards the bedside table.

Annabelle just looked at him with spread hands like this, and stopped talking, as if the whole person had lost the breath of life.

In fact, from Annabelle's point of view, she is still very satisfied with Yan Junze. At least this young man is not like the servants before. After seeing the scene here, he immediately screamed in panic, or was directly frightened, or even fainted. Others escaped by jumping out of windows.

Of course, these servants have now safely stayed in the big cabinet, quietly accompanying Ann Labelle.

In fact, there are still some dead servants who have been cleared out by Anlabel because they have lost the efficacy of the medicine.

As for where it is buried, it is not known.

Yan Junze's reaction was only a little panicked, and he soon stabilized. Ann Labelle liked his appearance very much, and now she looked at Yan Junze with admiration.

After going to the bedside table to bring the bowl of medicine over, Yan Junze calmly handed the medicine to Annabelle who was waiting with her hands spread out.

Annabelle took it, grabbed the metal spoon inside the bowl with her crooked fingers, and then moved the bowl to a broken head. The spoon reached in, scooped up a spoonful of the thick yellow juice, and poured it into the bowl , slowly repeating this action.

Seeing that the sticky thing came out from here, Yan Junze began to feel uncomfortable again, mainly because he remembered the scene where Annabelle wanted to let himself have a bite.

Fortunately, Nima didn't listen to this strange woman. If he took that bite to please her, it would be strange if Yan Junze didn't spit out all his intestines right now.

Looking at the situation now, one can almost draw a conclusion that Annabelle is not so weird. Even though she was born with a deformity and deserves sympathy, her subsequent behavior has completely deviated from it.

Under such circumstances, if he wanted to gain her approval and let her feel the comfort of her soul, Comrade Xiaoyan immediately felt like Alexander.

It can even be said that Yan Junze has naturally rejected and disliked Annabelle from the heart.

Killing so many servants, and using their bodies to make some kind of medicine, and taking it every day, this kind of behavior can directly put a cruel label on Anlabelle's forehead.

It is impossible for her family members to know that Annabelle did this. If this is the case, her family may have acquiesced, and even provided her with convenience or cover.

Didn't Anna Labelle realize that this was the most direct evidence that her family cared about her? It's all like this, and her soul still can't get comfort?

It's not that I have to do some cruel things that violate my conscience so that she can comfort her soul and relieve her pain! I can't do that.

Yan Junze speculated secretly, looking at the scene illuminated by the flashlight, the small metal bowl would soon be full.

Annabelle stopped at this moment, put the spoon in the bowl, and the metal bowl was handed out again.

Yan Junze reached out to take it, and his hands were inevitably stained with some yellow juice.

He resisted the turmoil in his heart, went back to the bedside table, took a clean towel to wipe off the juice around the small bowl, opened the drawer of the bedside table, put the metal bowl in, and then closed the drawer.

He took a white towel and wiped his hands again.

During this process, Annabelle crawled out from the pile of corpses, making the sound of liquid squeezing and rubbing, and then she took off the blanket hanging in front of the cabinet door, and put it on again.

Yan Junze turned his head to look, and in the blurry darkness, he saw that Annabelle was only about the height of a six-year-old child, most of her body was hidden under the blanket, and she climbed to the window, using both hands and feet to climb up.

The white sheets were already filthy, but one could tell that they would be freshened up tomorrow at the most.

The door of the big cabinet was not closed. After lying on the bed, Annabelle stretched out a thin arm, pointed to the direction under the bed, and looked at the open cabinet.

Yan Junze understood that she wanted herself to get the corpse of the maid under the bed into the cabinet and stay with her little friends.

His eyes swept over Annabelle's face, and the woman's lips squirmed. She should have eaten again in the cabinet just now, and her stomach under the blanket seemed to be slightly bulging.

At this moment, Yan Junze's dislike for her has risen again, but when he thinks of the mission completion reminder, he bears it down and secretly thinks that the mission will be completed later, and then see if this woman will become better because of it. If she is so cruel, then use the Black Spirit Umbrella to kill her directly.

Even if it damages the Black Spirit Umbrella, it's worth it, it's a good deed.

After a little hesitation, he bent down to get under the bed, and dragged out the maid's body. A thick suspension soon appeared on the floor, leaving a trail of dragging that stretched all the way to the door of the big cabinet.

After exhausting all his efforts, he got the woman's corpse into the cabinet, making the pile of corpses a little higher. The nausea and irritability in his heart made Yan Junze not want to watch this scene again, so he turned his head and closed the cabinet door.

Going back to the bedside table, I picked up a clean towel again, wiped my hands vigorously, and prepared to find a chance to wash my hands thoroughly after the task was completed.

I don't know how long it has been, but the time should be around three or four o'clock in the morning. Let's wait for a while and try to satisfy Annabelle first.

Seeing that Yan Junze did a good job following her instructions, Annabelle seemed to feel a little more at ease. She stretched out her hand to the edge of the bed, and then looked at Yan Junze.

Knowing what she meant, Yan Junze sighed softly in his heart, stretched out his right hand, and took Annabelle's thin, crooked palm.

Annabelle withdrew her gaze and didn't say anything, just let Yan Junze hold it, as if she felt very stable in her heart.

In her opinion, Aunt Mei's descendants are more reliable, and the servants recognized by the family are the most loyal, and they can execute everything accurately without any doubts.

There was a chill in Yan Junze's hand, although it was not very cold, and there was a little warmth, but the knuckles of Anlabelle's fingers were very hard, like steel.

A human being born with a weird physique? !

Holding Annabelle's hand, Yan Junze came up with this idea unconsciously.

If it was purely weird, there would be no temperature on Ann Labelle's hands at this moment, but the temperature at this moment shows that there is a part of Ann Labelle, maybe she is still human.

A deformed human being.

Time passed by, and the disgusting scene just now was still lingering in his mind, but after resting for a while, Yan Junze felt a little better.

It's just that Annabelle has been holding her hand, and it seems that she won't let go in a short time.

But after thinking about it, maybe this is the spiritual comfort she wanted? But it seems that this is too simple. If she can release her obsession by holding hands until dawn, this is not the level of panicked (high).

Annabelle was motionless at this moment, as if she had fallen asleep.

Yan Junze had the idea of ​​letting go of her hand, but he denied it as soon as the idea came up.

Do not offend this woman.

I don't know how long it took, but at this moment Yan Junze felt a burst of tiredness, and his eyes were a little bit hard to open, but when he thought of the corpses piled up in the big cabinet opposite, the drowsiness disappeared instantly.

It should have been almost two hours.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. There might be a white belly in the sky in an hour.

At this time, the palm of Annabelle who was holding him moved slightly, Yan Junze looked away, cast his eyes on the bed, and saw Annabelle turned over, maybe just want to change the sleeping position.

But then Yan Junze stared blankly, and stopped on Annabelle's stomach. At this moment, she had changed from lying on her side to lying on her back, and her stomach under the blanket protruded high, as if... a woman who was pregnant in October!

Yan Junze looked at this scene in surprise, and couldn't help muttering to himself: This... is it eating too much? Or is she pregnant?

Immediately, a horrified look appeared on his face: Fucking ruthless, a 100-year-old weird old woman is really about to conceive. Whose child is this?!