I can rewind time to prevent death

"Take a rest, we've still got plenty of time before we reach our destination," Di Zhiwen said, yawning himself and closing his eyes to recharge.

After listening to his introduction, Yan Junze kept mulling over the different strangenesses he had learned about combined with the current situation.

It would take about three hours to fly from Tianmeng to Huaying.

Before he knew it, he had quickly fallen asleep.

The person sitting next to him, Di Zhiwen, opened his eyes, pressed the call button to summon a stewardess, and covered Yan Junze with another blanket, afraid he might catch a cold.

As the flight continued, the cabin gradually quieted down from the initial sporadic conversations, with passengers either sleeping, reading books, or putting on headphones to listen to music or play on their computers.

Di Zhiwen couldn't sleep, so he got up and walked to the restroom.

While in the aisle, he encountered a tall stewardess walking towards him. The stewardess was wearing a light blue uniform skirt and a red silk scarf tied around her neck. Upon seeing Di Zhiwen approach, she politely stepped aside, smiling softly with a slight bow.

Di Zhiwen also smiled and nodded, crossing the aisle to the restroom door. He looked down and saw the green light on, indicating the restroom was unoccupied, so he twisted the handle and walked in.

After defecating, he washed his hands, dried them off, and when he turned around, he realized the toilet hadn't flushed automatically. He pressed the manual flush button a couple of times, but there was no response.

Di Zhiwen opened the restroom door and didn't head back to his seat. Instead, he walked towards the stewardesses' work area.

Upon reaching the work area, he glanced at the sign overhead that read: "Crew Only."

Seeing no other option, Di Zhiwen poked his head in and saw a stewardess with her back to him, seemingly busy pouring orange juice from a large box into a glass container.

He recognized the figure; it must have been the stewardess he had encountered in the aisle.

He spoke up, "Excuse me, the flush system in Restroom 1 is broken, could you please take a look? If it can't be fixed right away, it might be necessary to close that restroom for now."

After he finished speaking, Di Zhiwen hesitated for a moment as he realized the stewardess didn't react at all and continued with what she was doing.

At this point, he noticed her clothing was disheveled, worn at odd angles, and her posture wasn't standard but lopsided, with one shoulder higher than the other. The red scarf tied around her neck had shifted towards the back.

Looking down at her legs, he saw her stockings were dotted with black spots, as if stained with engine oil, and one of the heels of her high-heeled shoes was broken, making one of her feet completely tiptoe.

"Have you... had an accident?" Di Zhiwen asked in astonishment.

No longer minding the "Crew Only" sign, he stepped into the work area while asking, "Did you fall? Are you injured?"

The busy stewardess stopped what she was doing, lifted her head, her hair in disarray. She remained silent, just slowly, limpingly turning to face Di Zhiwen.

Di Zhiwen's face turned pale in an instant as he saw her appearance.

The stewardess standing before him wasn't the one he had met before; they just had similar figures.

This stewardess had a terrifying face; her lower jaw was nowhere to be seen, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth, trailing over her neck.

Splatters of blood mixed with saliva dripped from her mouth, forming strings that fell into the freshly poured juice glass in her hand.

Looking at Di Zhiwen, she tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyes wide open and unblinking.

Now, as her head tilted, something else oozed from her ears, falling to the ground, a viscous substance that seemed to come from within her head.

This sight left Di Zhiwen completely stunned.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

A garbled noise came from the stewardess' throat, her feet turned inward as she stepped forward, lifting the glass of juice as if she wanted Di Zhiwen to drink it.

"Quick, someone help..."

Di Zhiwen was panic-stricken and quickly backed away. Before he could finish speaking, he felt a weight on his shoulder as someone grabbed him and pulled him sharply backwards.

A man dressed in all black stepped forward, bypassing him with a magnetic knife in hand, emitting a half-meter-long magnetic glow, and slashed diagonally down from the stewardess's shoulder.

With a swishing sound, she was split into two halves.

A cloud of black smoke surged, and the stewardess screamed and disappeared in an instant. The glass she was holding fell from mid-air and shattered on the ground.

After the man in black slashed the creature, his brows furrowed, he remained silent, carrying the magnetic knife as he inspected the area.

As a seasoned professor, Di Zhiwen had never witnessed such a scene before, and he was so shaken that he trembled, standing there, at a loss for what to do.

After inspecting with no new discoveries, the man in black frowned, lifted his head, and said to Di Zhiwen, "Old man, please go back to your seat, and don't mention what happened here to anyone, to avoid causing a panic."

Di Zhiwen was already panicked, and he hastily nodded, shakily going back to his seat and sitting down with a thump.

Because he sat down with such force, his seat shook slightly, causing the adjacent seat to also rock gently.

Yan Junze woke up to find himself covered with a wool blanket, realizing it must have been Di Zhiwen who had asked the stewardess to cover him while he slept; he smiled and said, "Thank you..."

But as soon as he spoke, he noticed Di Zhiwen had broken out in a sweat, his expression tense and his face deathly pale as if he hadn't heard him.

Sitting up straight, he reached out from under the blanket and touched Di Zhiwen's forehead, "Professor, are you feeling ill? Where does it hurt? I'll call a stewardess right away."

"No, it's not that, don't call," Di Zhiwen grabbed his hand and shook his head vigorously.

"What happened?"

Yan Junze could tell something was off with Di Zhiwen's reaction; it didn't seem like illness, more like fright.

Knowing Yan Junze had another identity beyond being a professor, Di Zhiwen thought for a moment, then leaned in and whispered, "There's strangeness in the work area."