I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 713 - 423 Ghost Apartment (Part One)
Chapter 713: Chapter 423: Ghost Apartment (Part One) Chapter 713: Chapter 423: Ghost Apartment (Part One) Saint Gala City, 101 Hobsonk Street.
Ghost Apartment.
This apartment at number 101 wasn’t situated along the main street but at a corner in the middle stretch of Hobsonk Street.
It was noticeable that there were fewer pedestrians around this place, almost as if everyone knew of the terror of the Ghost Apartment and would naturally detour to avoid it as they passed by.
The apartment had five floors; each had originally seven households, but since Jacob’s death, everyone had moved out.
The apartment was said to be owned by a property company that wasn’t short on funds and had abandoned the apartment, no longer managing it.
Now, no one dared manage it because even the high-ranking exorcists from the Half Moon Association had fallen victim to it.
Yan Junze had come over the night of his dinner with Sandi.
He had packed all the necessary items in a backpack and had waited at the hotel until after ten in the evening before leaving.
The streets were hardly populated, and whenever a patrol car passed by, Yan Junze would hide in a shady corner to avoid interrogation by security officers, thus dodging unnecessary trouble.
Upon reaching the entrance of Ghost Apartment, he stood under the dark eaves across the street for about half an hour. Seeing nothing suspicious, Yan Junze then crossed over.
The door to the apartment was already broken and nobody dared repair it.
Looking inside from the outside, it was pitch dark, revealing an eerie and sinister presence. At first glance, it seemed like a gateway to the Netherworld.
However, the street lamps outside the apartment were all lit; Yan Junze knew that even though the power inside the apartment must have been cut, it wouldn’t be completely dark. Plus, he had prepared three flashlights, two of which were high-powered.
Anyway, based on past experiences, facing strangenesses with strong magnetic fields, no amount of light would be useful—they could plunge you into darkness in minutes.
Yan Junze didn’t linger at the entrance of the apartment to avoid being seen, and went straight in through the broken main door.
The moment he stepped through the door and blended into the darkness, Yan Junze shivered out of nowhere.
He felt a chill envelop him instantly, quickly seeping through his clothes, crawling on his skin, and penetrating his pores.
For a moment, he had the illusion that even his blood had turned ice cold.
Holding his clothes tighter, he was dressed in apparel provided by hotel staff: a black jacket and jeans, a brown turtleneck sweater, and a pair of light grey Martin boots.
The swollen ankle had subsided, no longer in need of a splint, but Yan Junze still walked with a slight limp. It was already possible for him to walk briskly and jog lightly, as long as it wasn’t twisted again at the same spot, full recovery was only a matter of time.
He turned on the high-powered flashlight and adjusted its brightness to avoid attracting the attention of any passersby outside the apartment.
The dust on the floor was thick, and upon looking up, he saw the elevator lobby, but obviously, there was no need to go there now.
He surveyed his surroundings; the staircase was behind the elevator area, accessible through a pair of push-open double doors.
The corridor on the first floor was very spacious, at a glance, no longer resembling a corridor. The floor, covered with dust, concealed the original color and pattern of the carpet.
Along the corridor, the side facing the street had windows for lighting, and on the other side were the apartment rooms.
All the rooms were tightly shut at the moment.
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Yan Junze didn’t linger on the first floor and quickly made his way to the staircase, pushing open its door and entering.
During the process of pushing the door, it made a creaky noise, clearly showing that it hadn’t been used in a long time. The piercing sound echoed unusually loudly within the building.
Yan Junze advanced rapidly up the stairs, turning to shine the flashlight behind him momentarily; the door of the staircase he had pushed open was closing back by itself.
That obviously broken door kept swinging back and forth, creaking as it moved, sounding like some creepy cry that made one’s skin crawl.
Yan Junze remembered the information he had seen in the Half Moon Association’s files: Jacob Johnson’s home was on the fourth floor of the apartment, room 407.
That would be to the right at the end of a corridor once he entered each floor.
Shortly after he entered the apartment, a shadow silently appeared under the eaves across the street.
This shadow hid there, observing for a while and during that time, glimpsed the flashlight’s beam flickering within the Ghost Apartment twice. He muttered to himself,
“Indeed, Mr. Steve, your target really is the Ghost Apartment, eh! But why didn’t you call me along?”
This lurker was none other than Sandi from the Ressa Organization.
He was now hesitating whether to go inside or not.
If Mr. Steve hadn’t informed him about coming to explore the Ghost Apartment, there must be a reason, perhaps a secret of his own, or it could be too dangerous and for his safety, he didn’t want him involved.
But if it were the latter reason, then Mr. Steve was really treating him too much like an outsider.
Sandi’s mind was flooded with thoughts, struggling over whether to follow him inside or not.
This time, having sensed something amiss, he followed; before coming, he had brought all the strongest equipment from the organization with him, including gear too cherished to use regularly, Sandi was very clear in his mind that, in fact, he had some desire to explore the Ghost Apartment.
