I can rewind time to prevent death

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"Are you here on a business trip?" asked the man in the suit.

Yan Junze shook his head, "I came to accompany Professor Di to a forum; it doesn't start until tomorrow."

"Well then, I won't keep you any longer." The man in the suit extended his hand, shook Yan Junze's, and then he left with the man in the trench coat.

Not long after they left, Di Zhiwen packed away his ID and chuckled, "Junze, in this day and age, having your identity sure is useful!"

"But the level of danger we face is many times more than that of ordinary people," Yan Junze smiled in response.

Di Zhiwen shook his head and sighed, "Alas, such difficult times we live in!"

Only then did the two enter the bookstore.

However, before entering the bookstore, Yan Junze tried calling the magnetic knife master Wan Shouguang again, only to find that the latter's phone was still switched off.

"It would be best not to have him 'emerge from seclusion' only after the forum has ended," Yan Junze muttered to himself as he walked into the bookstore.

...

At the same moment.

In the Huaying District outskirts, stood a privately built villa.

The villa had three stories, each with more than 200 square meters. The walls were a light brown, and the various arrangements in the courtyard were compact and chic.

This area of residence should have been a quiet and elegant place, but at this time, the entire villa was surrounded by people coming and going, and the yard was filled with people dressed in black and white.

Their faces were gloomy; no one was smiling. They spoke in low voices, occasionally lifting their heads to look at a man in his fifties, slightly overweight, sitting in a rocking chair at the door.

The man was also dressed in a black suit, gray shirt, and had tied a light gray tie around his neck. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, resembling an interwoven chessboard.

A similarly overweight middle-aged woman approached, holding a cell phone that was already on a call, handed the phone to the overweight man, and said softly, "Shouguang, why is your phone always turned off? This is Captain Li calling because he couldn't reach your phone."

This overweight man was indeed Wan Shouguang.

Wan Shouguang's eyelids hung low, and it was only upon hearing someone speaking that he seemed to be pulled back from wandering thoughts to reality. He lifted his head, saw the middle-aged overweight woman, and realized it was his wife.

"Who is calling?" Obviously, he had not heard what his wife had just said.

"Captain Li Nian from headquarters," the overweight woman replied.

Wan Shouguang nodded, took the phone, and told his wife, "Go entertain the guests. Don't worry about me."

He slowly brought the phone to his ear, and a deep and thick voice came from the other end, "Shouguang, my condolences."

Tears welled up in Wan Shouguang's eyes, but they did not fall. He choked, "Brother Li, I can't accept this... I really can't... Just like that, he's gone... How could he just be gone..."

As he spoke, he slightly turned his head and looked through the doorway at the living room on the first floor.

There, a white coffin with golden edges was placed; the lid was half-open, and inside lay a young man with a peaceful expression.

"Sigh..." There was also a sigh from the other end of the phone, clearly understanding the emotions Wan Shouguang was going through, "You are the pillar of the Exorcists, the core strength of all Exorcists in the Great Capital relies on magnetic knives and confronting the strangenesses. The contributions you have made for the great capital are indescribable. I understand you had little time for your son."

"Now... there's no more time," Wan Shouguang sobbed, lifting his head trying to prevent the tears from falling, and forced a smile, "The Prohibition Illusion Helmet has just been successfully developed, and I am very gratified. But just as it came out, what I'm greeted with... is an unbearable tragedy!"

Captain Li Nian on the phone was silent for a moment, waiting for Wan Shouguang's emotions to settle a bit before speaking, "Don't be too sad, the driver who caused the accident has been caught. I've had the Security Bureau keep a close eye on the guy. He'll be severely punished to give you closure."

"Thank you, Brother Li," Wan Shouguang said, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

"The brothers without tasks are now all at your house helping you, don't carry too heavy a burden, I'll arrange everything." After saying this, Captain Li hung up the phone.

Liu Jialan, Wan Shouguang's wife, approached.

At this point, Wan Shouguang's phone was already emitting a busy tone, but he was so dazed that he was unaware. Liu Jialan slowly took the phone from his hand, her expression full of sorrow.

Just yesterday, Wan Shouguang had completed a major project to develop the Prohibition Illusion Helmet. On the same day, his eighteen-year-old son was struck by a truck while jogging in the outskirts of the Huaying District and died on the spot.

By the time he came out, his son's body was already cold.

That moment nearly broke Wan Shouguang.

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