I can rewind time to prevent death

He dragged the sofa back a bit and took a closer look before speaking, "This black mark should be the remnant of the Possession Spirit after it was killed."

Zhang Xiaomo looked up and asked, "Are you saying Xiong Suyuan killed the Possession Spirit that replicated him?"

"Quite likely," Yan Junze nodded, "both perished together."

After a pause, he looked around and said, "Did your teammate Xiong Suyuan's magnetic knife fall in the server room?"

Zhang Xiaomo recalled as she shook her head, "It seems... no, at that time, two people's magnetic knives were knocked away by that powerful Possession Spirit, one was mine, and the other was Yang Man's, just us two girls."

"He had a magnetic knife, so he had the chance to kill the Possession Spirit impersonating him," Yan Junze said, "Where's the magnetic knife? Look around here."

Zhang Xiaomo had already started looking underneath the sofa.

Yan Junze touched Xiong Suyuan's forehead; this guy must have just died not too long ago, his body wasn't completely cold, but he definitely died before the moment of his last Rewind when he saw Zhang Xiaomo killed.

That is, it could be when their Exorcist team and Group 1 were still in the sub-second floor.

So many developments and changes occurred during this period that he hadn't considered Rewinding.

And even if he did Rewind, it would not guarantee to save these teammates, since they had already dispersed by then. If they died at the same time or in quick succession, he would be powerless to do anything.

A moment later, Zhang Xiaomo called out from the other side of the sofa, "Found it, the magnetic knife is here."

"You hold onto it and use it for now," Yan Junze nodded.

Zhang Xiaomo, standing up with a wide-bladed magnetic knife in hand, weighed it and said, "Xiong Suyuan was strong; this magnetic knife is quite heavy."

"It's better to use it temporarily than to have no weapon at all," Yan Junze stood up.

The two walked to the end of the corridor. Now that Zhang Xiaomo had a magnetic knife in her hand, she didn't feel as panicked as before.

Until they reached the end of the hallway, there was a larger double glass door. It was clear that it led to a spacious office area, which was partitioned into individual workspaces with small dividers.

They pushed the door open and entered to find that the exit leading to the elevator and staircase was at the end of this office.

On the other side of the large office was the chief editor's office, and to the side near the exit was a spacious pantry.

The lighting inside this large office was a bit brighter. Yan Junze turned his head and glanced in the direction of the chief editor's office. The blinds were open, and through the glass walls, the interior was clearly visible.

There was no one in the chief editor's office.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaomo, holding the magnetic knife, stepped in front of a row of desks and saw two men lying face down on them.

At first glance, the men seemed worn out from working overtime and had fallen asleep on their desks.

Zhang Xiaomo raised the magnetic knife horizontally and poked the closest man, who was lying face down with his back to her. The man's hands dropped from the table, and his body slowly slid to one side before curling up under the desk.

Upon closer inspection, the man's complexion was already a dark shade of blue; he had been dead for some time.

However, for some reason, he had not been possessed by the Possession Spirit.

Zhang Xiaomo guessed it was probably due to inadequate constitution. They had come to understand that Possession Spirits, when choosing a body, also had their standards for Attachment. Those who often stayed up late and had irregular diets were mostly excluded.

Anyhow, those who had been possessed, even if not controlled by a Possession Spirit, ended up with the same fate: death.

The magnetic knife touched the man lying opposite; his body also slid down and lay still on the floor.

The cause of death should be the same as the first.

Yan Junze looked at the two men but didn't stop; he continued walking toward the exit leading to the elevators on this floor.

Zhang Xiaomo followed and said, "Uncle Lin just said, don't leave this floor."

"I'm not going out," Yan Junze replied without turning back.

Ever since he entered the large office, he'd had an odd feeling.

This feeling intensified as he approached the pantry.

Yan Junze walked straight to the pantry and paused at the door to peer inside.

The room inside was dark, and, just like on the printing room side, nothing could be seen.

He pressed the light switch with no response, then turned on his flashlight and shone it inside.

No sooner had he raised the flashlight than he saw a long-haired woman in a professional skirt suit, back to him, drinking water with loud gulps, clearly audible.

Yan Junze didn't speak, just kept shining the flashlight on her back, while the woman continued drinking, seemingly oblivious to the light on her.

It had to be said, the woman must have been young, her silhouette gracefully curved, a sight that was captivating.

But before she turned around, Yan Junze chose to retain the initial impression of beauty of the moment.

No matter what she looked like upon turning around, with his level of acceptance, he could unconditionally accept her appearance.

Glug, glug, glug, glug...

The rhythm of the drinking was steady, incessantly continuing.

Yan Junze tilted his head and saw that the container from which the woman was drinking was an electric kettle, and she was drinking directly from the spout with her mouth.

Thud, thud, thud, Yan Junze knocked on the pantry door. The woman didn't react, still relentlessly drinking.

Yan Junze simply called out, "Hey, that's about enough."