I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 702 - 419 The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words

Chapter 702: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!) Chapter 702: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!) Actually, completing the task of [Mr. Swaphead] was not much different from what Yan Junze expected.

First of all, the level of the task was “Terrified (Medium),” which meant Corante’s strangeness level would not exceed that of an Ethereal spirit, at most it would be a Semi-Ethereal Spirit.

But as it seemed from just now, Corante didn’t even reach the level of a Semi-Ethereal Spirit, he was probably just a high-level Sculpting Spirit.

It was just that this guy must have had some special means, such as the use of items like his cane and top hat, which could rapidly increase his attacking power or cause a burst of power in short periods, which is why he was able to kill so many exorcists in succession.

The method to break this kind of strangeness was actually quite simple. Through the mission information, Yan Junze had already roughly understood Corante’s background, and then by combining it with a search online, he could probably figure out Corante’s true cause of death.

After such a long time understanding how to resolve the obsessions of strangenesses, Yan Junze was clear that while some spirits’ obsessions seemed very hard to resolve, in fact, oftentimes the answers were right beside them.

No matter how difficult it seemed, by carefully thinking or searching, one could always find the answers that satisfied the obsessions.

After understanding the ins and outs of the Headless murder case from years ago online, Yan Junze found a photo of Kroft Connor when he was alive, and sure enough, the man’s dress was very similar to that of the legendary Headless Gentleman Corante.

With this comparison, things became quite clear.

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Then, Yan Junze pondered where Kroft’s head could possibly be.

He actually had two guesses, one was that after the killer had beheaded Kroft, they took the head back to Kroft’s wife and her lover, but on second thought, there was no need for that.

If a killer had been hired, there was no reason for Kroft’s wife not to trust that the person would take the money and do the job without having to take such a terrifying “evidence” back to prove it to her.

And the news reports also said that Kroft’s wife confessed she had not seen her husband again since his death, having only seen the photos taken by the killer.

Therefore, the second guess was that since the killer had beheaded Kroft and taken a photo, they definitely could not just discard the head carelessly, but rather must have found something on the spot to hide the head in.

With this thought, Yan Junze had a sudden inspiration—could the killer have stuffed the head directly into that somewhat comical-looking top hat? And indeed, upon closer inspection, that was exactly the case.

With this, things became a lot easier. The cause of death was clarified, and the head was found on the spot, fulfilling Kroft’s obsession. It seemed very efficient.

In the eyes of Sandi, a minor boss in the Ressa Organization, it indeed was very efficient.

So much so that after Yan Junze spoke to him, Sandi still gaped at the young man with a Huaying face, wordlessly staring with wide eyes.

Yan Junze, feeling his gaze, unconsciously touched his cheek, trying to find out if there was something dirty on his face.

“Just… Just now, the… Headless… Headless Gentleman…” Sandi pointed towards the spot where Corante had disappeared, struggling to form a complete sentence, clearly unable to accept what had just taken place.

Yan Junze shrugged, “My method of exorcism is different from yours. I help the spirits resolve their obsessions, and Mr. Corante’s obsession was to find his own head.”

As he spoke, he looked down, his gaze sweeping across the remaining 12 heads on the ground, “Clearly, just now I found it for him, so he’s satisfied and has departed, never to appear again.”

It took quite a while for Sandi to recover, and then he nodded, finally managing to get his words straightened out, “The Headless Gentleman, he won’t kill again, right?”

“No, he won’t.”

“Then these heads…” Sandi hesitated.

Yan Junze said, “Please take care of them. After all, I’m an outsider and can’t find a good way to deal with these things.”

At this moment, Sandi’s phone in his pocket rang, and he answered, his voice somewhat low, “You all come up. Felton… he’s dead, his head is in room 409, and his body should be somewhere else in the corridor, search it.”

Yan Junze knew that this exorcist named Felton, who was with Sandi, must have just died not long ago, but there was nothing he could do. He urgently needed energy points at the moment. He didn’t have enough to Rewind yet and couldn’t afford to spend more energy on someone he didn’t know, otherwise, the plan would be indefinitely extended.

Even if Felton hadn’t run into him, as an exorcist, he should have been well aware that this day would come.

After hanging up the call, Sandi finally asked Yan Junze, “Sir, when you saw me just now, were you asking where there might be more troublesome strangenesses?”

“Yes,” Yan Junze nodded.

“There are,” Sandi also nodded.

“Where?”

“At the Star Theater.”

Star Theater.

This magnificent building was located in the eastern district of Saint Gala City, adjacent to Saint Gala Cathedral, and occasionally the cathedral’s choir would use the theater’s facilities for rehearsals and performances.

Ophelia was the lead vocalist in the theater’s choir, which was named the Star Women’s Choir, affiliated with the theater.

The theater’s choir had recently been honored with an invitation to perform at a state banquet in the Great Capital of the USA, a matter which Bernard, the person in charge of the theater, took very seriously. He arranged for the choir to rehearse all day long, intending to leave a profound impression on the visitors from the Great Capital Presidential Palace during the banquet performance.

Including Bernard himself, who was present at almost every rehearsal to supervise and give direction, or if he was really unable to come, he would call to inquire about the rehearsal situation from Olivia, the choir’s leader.