I can rewind time to prevent death

"The Red Coffin?!"

Yan Junze didn't react immediately, stunned for a few seconds before he remembered the coffin encountered in Mo Family Village.

Inside that coffin, a world could materialize the most terrifying things of the people nearby. At that time, Zhang Xiaomo mentioned that as a child, she had seen corpses floating on the water surface.

It was a female corpse, her long hair drifting on the water. That scene made her afraid of hair since her childhood.

Although her fear had faded as she grew up, the Red Coffin reignited her childhood terror, causing a large amount of water to flood the room, submerging it entirely.

Zhang Xiaomo was attacked by a mass of hair in the water and almost lost her life.

Unexpectedly, one hair had survived the destruction of the Red Coffin and had followed Zhang Xiaomo until now.

However, it could be said that if that hair hadn't quietly survived and followed Zhang Xiaomo, Yan Junze wouldn't have been able to accurately determine which one was real after the real Zhang Xiaomo was killed by the Possession Spirit just now.

One might say it was a blessing in disguise.

After figuring out what had happened, the two of them didn't know quite how to feel.

Coming to the corridor, Yan Junze asked in a low voice, "Those three team members, when you got separated, in which direction were they approximately?"

Zhang Xiaomo pointed to the other end of the hallway opposite the server room, "I originally went into a print room over there, while Lu Xing, Yang Man, and Xiong Suyuan were waiting outside. But when I came out, all three were gone. Then I ran into the Possession Spirit you just saw."

"Why did you go into the print room?" Yan Junze was curious.

Zhang Xiaomo said, "Because I heard someone talking."

"Who?"

"No one." Zhang Xiaomo shook her head, "After I went in, I didn't see anyone. The voice was very soft, but I'm sure someone was talking about something, and it wasn't coming from another room, it was in the print room."

"Then let's start looking from the print room." Yan Junze said, "Where is the print room?"

Zhang Xiaomo led the way in front, the two of them moving one after the other along the dimly lit corridor. Meanwhile, Yan Junze glanced back at the other end of the hallway. He could vaguely make out a dark figure rushing that way but couldn't see clearly enough to be sure if it was Lin Guo who had just left.

All along the corridor were offices, some with closed or open doors, but none showed any sign of activity.

The two arrived in front of a door labeled 'Print Room'. Zhang Xiaomo said, "This is the place, where we got separated."

"Did you look carefully when you came out?" Yan Junze asked.

"I called the names of the two people, then checked the room across, which was a small meeting room, but there was no one inside," Zhang Xiaomo responded.

Yan Junze pushed open the door to the print room, which was engulfed in darkness, and tried the light switch to no avail.

He turned on his flashlight and stepped inside, with Zhang Xiaomo following behind him.

They walked around inside, but found nothing.

"Let's check the room across." Yan Junze said.

Zhang Xiaomo turned to leave the print room first, with Yan Junze following behind. After leaving the print room, he reached out to pull the door closed.

But the moment the door shut, Yan Junze suddenly froze, and Zhang Xiaomo looked back to see something was off, asking, "What is it?"

"Do you hear that?" Yan Junze whispered, "Is someone talking inside?"

Zhang Xiaomo stepped forward and pressed her ear against the door of the print room, then after a moment, nodded slightly, "Yes, it's the same as what I heard before."

"We just checked, there was no one inside. Where is this speaking coming from?" Yan Junze wondered.

After speaking, he slowly twisted the doorknob and cracked the door open a bit. The voices became louder, but it was still unclear what was being said.

Yan Junze listened carefully; the voice was speaking quickly, but it seemed like each syllable wasn't quite complete, as if each word was cut off in the middle and immediately followed by the next word.

With the fast pace added, in the darkness of the space, it all seemed particularly eerie.

"It sounds like... a spell," Zhang Xiaomo muttered softly.

"We can't listen anymore."

At that moment, Yan Junze suddenly felt a deep resistance in his heart, a distinct discomfort towards these strange voices, a kind of innate repulsion.

He pushed Zhang Xiaomo, moving her away from the door, and then forcefully pushed the door to the print room wide open.

The peculiar voice vanished instantly.

There was nothing in the room, terrifyingly silent, as if the voice had not come from there at all.

He took a stack of unopened A4 paper from beside the door, placed it at the door corner to prevent the door from closing on its own.

Yan Junze turned and said, "Let's look elsewhere."

They came to an office diagonally opposite, which had 'Secretarial Section' written on it. Inside, the lights were flickering, not entirely stable, alternating between bright and dim.

The office was cluttered with files and documents everywhere.

Upon entering, they noticed that an area by the sofa, near the curtain corner, seemed even darker.

Zhang Xiaomo was behind while Yan Junze, holding the Black Spirit Umbrella, stepped forward cautiously.

Underneath the curtains, they found a tall man's figure, lying sideways and motionless.

After Zhang Xiaomo approached and crouched down to look, she spoke with a somber expression, "This is Xiong Suyuan, he appears... to be dead."

Yan Junze noticed blood at the corner of Xiong Suyuan's mouth, which seemed to indicate internal injuries. However, next to the body, where he lay, was a narrow, long black mark.