I can rewind time to prevent death

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"I don't have the means of an exorcist," Yan Junze said with a smile, shaking his head. "It's just that I have a certain special constitution, so I can help strangenesses resolve some issues."

Fat He looked at him with surprise: "Are you saying you don't have the skills of an exorcist? Then how do you perform exorcism?"

Yan Junze said, "It's simple, just help the strangeness complete its obsession."

"So, you mean you outsmart them, whereas exorcists directly get rid of them?" Guo Jintao said.

"Yeah, it's roughly like that." Yan Junze nodded.

"I feel like your method is even more awesome! Are you trying to tell us that your IQ can crush all sorts of demons and monsters?" He Bishou exclaimed in amazement.

Zhao Zheng and Guo Jintao grinned, while Yan Junze could only give a bitter smile.

As if remembering something, Yan Junze looked up at Guo Jintao: "I saw you guys were filming with smartphones, weren't you?"

"Right." Guo Jintao nodded. "I was filming, and so was Zhang Wei who got scared and fainted in the restroom, but it seems his phone later fell on the ground, covering the camera, so the latter half didn't get recorded."

Yan Junze nodded inwardly; the latter half in the restroom was precisely when he entered the scene with a club. However, even if it had been caught on camera, it wouldn't have mattered. He then said to Guo Jintao, "The video you guys are going to upload, let me check it first."

"No problem, we've already handed it over to the computer science guys who are brilliant at this stuff. It will be edited shortly, and you can watch it before we post it."

"Which platform will you upload it to?"

"Open Your Eyes," Guo Jintao said.

Huahua suddenly exclaimed at that moment, "Right, Junze, I've always felt like I've seen you somewhere before. Did you post a video on 'Tremble' before?"

"No," Yan Junze didn't give away the truth, merely shaking his head.

Huahua pondered, having felt a sense of familiarity since meeting Yan Junze, but still couldn't remember why.

Guo Jintao quickly left to take care of Han Zhao, who had just woken up after experiencing Spirit-Splitting. Not long after, Chen Kun from room 511 came over, holding a USB drive.

This guy had crushed his glasses underfoot the night before, and was now wearing a pair of spare ones with a lower prescription, so he was squinting because he couldn't see very clearly.

It took Yan Junze a while to be sure that he had come to see him.

Chen Kun handed over the USB to Yan Junze, saying, "Guo Jintao asked me to let you check it first, then we'll upload it to the platform."

Yan Junze borrowed He Bishou's laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the video. Because it wasn't shot with a professional camera, the image was a bit blurry. The light adjustment was enhanced in the dark, which made it quite clear to view.

Yan Junze paid attention to the fact that he appeared twice in the entire video, both times in the hallway on Guo Jintao's phone.

In the restroom where he saved Zhang Wei, the latter's phone camera was facing the ground and didn't capture him, but the video had some text explanations added to that part, which would prevent viewers from getting confused after watching it.

"No problem." He nodded, took out the USB, and returned it to Chen Kun.

Chen Kun was more reserved in character, unlike Guo Jintao. Although he knew Yan Junze was somewhat remarkable, he didn't show an immediate desire to cozy up to him. Instead, he took the USB back with both hands, politely thanked Yan Junze, and then departed.

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In Tianyi District, inside the Stone Arch of an old-style neighborhood, on the fifth floor. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

A pure white cat climbed onto the bed edge of a fifth-floor home where the window had not been closed.

"Meow—"

The color of this cat was exceptionally beautiful, with smooth fur, showing that its owner took great care of it regularly.

It stretched out its paw, licked it, then used its paw to smooth its face. After glancing into the room, the white cat jumped inside.

A fat old man wearing a white tank top and wielding a hand fan was looking around. He raised his head and seemed to see a white shadow abruptly vanish on the fifth-floor window ledge.

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The fat old man couldn't help but call out, "Bai, come down!"

Seeing no trace of anyone, the fat old man walked to the staircase entrance and, gasping for air, began to climb towards the fifth floor.

There was no one in the room.

The white cat stood on the table next to the windowsill, looked around, then jumped off the table and, with the graceful steps of a cat, walked into the room.

There were two computers set up in the living room, lights with stands in front of them, and various devices like microphones and headphones. Aside from that, there was also a bed.

One side of the bed was lined with clay pots, and at the other end of the pots was a cloth curtain, which presumably hid the room's bathroom, though there wasn't a door for the bathroom.

The white cat approached the row of clay pots and then suddenly stopped. It sniffed one of the pots and immediately, as if smelling some foul odor, shook its nose.

"Meow—"

Lifting its head, the white cat looked towards the cloth curtain of the bathroom, moved closer by a few steps, and stretched its head forward to sniff the curtain.

The next second, the fur on its neck bristled, and it made a motion as if to immediately retreat, but at that very moment, a decayed, slender hand shot out like lightning from behind the curtain and pressed down on the cat's body.

The white cat bared its teeth and grimaced. Its body suddenly tensed as if being squeezed smaller by the hand, letting out a pitiful scream before being snatched through the curtain, after which there was no more movement.

Soon, a knocking sound was heard.

The fat old man, while fanning himself, said gaspingly from outside the door, "Is anyone home? Sorry, my cat Bai ran in here. Could you open the door, please?"

"Mister, who are you looking for?" A young man's voice sounded from behind the old man.

The fat old man turned his head and saw a familiar face, although he didn't know the man's name, he often saw him around the neighborhood.

"Young man, is this your home? May I ask what your name is..."

"Yes." The young man nodded and walked to the door, "My name is Cheng Jingting, I live here."

"My cat ran into your place; it jumped in from the windowsill. Could you be a dear and open the door for me? Thank you," the fat old man squeezed a smile onto his chubby face.

"Oh, I see."

Cheng Jingting's eyes quickly darted around, and with an unaffected expression, pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, and went inside.

The fat old man, still fanning himself, followed into the apartment, but after entering, Cheng Jingting didn't move far and just stood by the door.

As the old man came in, he casually closed the door behind him.

The fat old man looked surprised, and the fan in his hand stopped moving. Ever since entering the room, he felt inexplicably cold.

Though it was hot outside, there was an indescribable chill inside the room, seeping into his skin, drilling into his bones.

"Old sir, go ahead and have a look for yourself, see where the cat might be." Cheng Jingting stood there with a smile, reminding him.

The fat old man glanced around. The light in the room was dim because the curtains were mostly drawn, except for the window through which he had just seen Bai enter, which was open.

Several corners of the room were extremely dark, utterly invisible from where he stood. The fat old man quickly shifted his gaze back, letting it rest on Cheng Jingting's ambiguously smiling face.

Suddenly, he shuddered, shook his head, and said, "No need to look any further, he probably ran out the window again. The little fella never gives me a moment's peace."

Having said that, he took a step forward and realized Cheng Jingting was blocking the doorway. The fat old man looked up, forced a strained smile, and said, "Thank you for your help just now, young man."

"No trouble at all," said Cheng Jingting.

Right then, from behind the bathroom curtain not far behind him, he heard a series of teeth chattering softly, grinding together.

The fat old man heard it clearly. Without reason, his scalp tingled, a cautious fear rising in his heart, he stammered, "Please... could you open the door for me, thank you."