I can rewind time to prevent death

The airplane's cargo hold.

Following the captain's orders, everyone began to search separately for the flight attendant Guan Hongna. When they tried her internal line, no one answered, and it was the air marshal's responsibility to search the cargo area.

He quickly reached the cargo hold via the elevator.

The vast cargo hold should have been pitch black, but to his surprise, when the elevator doors opened, he found all the motion sensor lights within were on.

Stepping out of the elevator, he looked around suspiciously but saw no one.

But if the motion sensor lights were on, that meant someone was inside, otherwise the lights wouldn't stay on, unless the entire sensor system was malfunctioning.

However, the likelihood of a malfunction was slim, and the air marshal surmised Guan Hongna had to be in there.

The air marshal was one meter eighty-five tall with a robust build. A former soldier, after serving two years as a regular security guard, a contact referred him to interview with an airline for a security position. He later passed an exam to officially join the Security Bureau's airline office, becoming a formal air marshal.

He had seen all sorts of situations and had a fair amount of experience dealing with emergencies.

"Guan Hongna?"

He called out, but there was no response.

The air marshal continued deeper into the cargo hold, instinctively placing his hand on his belt where his baton and stun gun were located.

Just as he walked further inside, he sensed something was off—a faint smell of blood filled his nostrils, prompting him to pick up his pace and call out for Guan Hongna once more.

No sooner had his voice faded when he suddenly froze, spotting ahead of him on the ground a large pool of fresh blood with a woman wearing a flight attendant uniform lying in it.

It's not that the air marshal couldn't recognize which flight attendant she was, but the sight was so horrific that the lower half of her face was gone, her long tongue dragging on the ground, making it impossible to identify her at first glance.

Even with his vast experience, the air marshal was frightened by this sudden and horrific scene. After regaining his composure, he instinctively stepped back and quickly reached for his walkie-talkie, ready to call the cockpit.

Worried he had misidentified the body, the pale-faced marshal mustered his courage to step forward again, craning his neck to take a closer look, then looked up to see remnants of blood and a fallen jawbone on the ladder. He shivered deeply.

Unable to bear looking any longer, he turned away, and at this moment, the walkie-talkie connected. He held it up to his mouth, "Captain, I think... I've found Guan Hongna."

The captain's voice came through, "Tell her to come to the working area..."

Before he could finish, the air marshal interrupted, "She can't come, what I found... is her dead body."

"What?" the captain exclaimed, shocked, "What happened? How did she die? Where are you?"

With his back to the ladder and trying to keep his voice from trembling, the air marshal replied, "I'm in the cargo hold. It looks like Guan Hongna fell from the ladder, her head split in two. I've done a preliminary check of the scene, and it seems she was trying to retrieve orange juice from the top shelf..."

While speaking, the air marshal didn't notice that the body of Guan Hongna in the pool of blood behind him had slightly moved.

"The situation is bad, the scene here is gruesome, and her jaw was ripped off when she fell." The air marshal said, "Please come here quickly, I'm about to report to the company's headquarters security office."

Before he could finish, Guan Hongna's body in the blood pool slowly stood up behind him, her neck broken, head tilted, one high heel snapped, legs uneven in length, with the unsupported tongue slightly twitching outside.

"You can report, I'm heading down now." The captain's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Before I get there, don't inform other staff and certainly not the passengers, to avoid unnecessary panic."

"Okay, I'll wait here..."

Snap!

All the motion sensor lights in the cargo hold suddenly went out at that moment, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Enveloped by the endless darkness, the air marshal talking was startled, his words cut off mid-sentence as he involuntarily jerked his head around to scan the area.

But because it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything.

Drip, drip, drip...

From not far behind him, suddenly came extremely faint footsteps that didn't seem large, and due to the wet and slippery soles, the sound of the footsteps was softer.

At this moment, the air marshal was terrified. In a panic, he grabbed the flashlight from his belt, turned around, and shone it toward the source of the sound.

As he illuminated at his own eye level, it seemed as if there was nothing out of the ordinary at first glance.

However, he immediately directed the flashlight beam toward the floor and his body violently shook upon discovering only a pool of blood before him, and Guan Hongna, who had been lying there, was nowhere to be seen.

Blood-red high heel prints mixed with congealed blood led deeper into the cargo hold, extending step by step to the bend in the shelving unit where they were lost from sight beyond the turn.

Frightened out of his wits, if this were a clichéd melodrama, now would be the time he foolishly followed the bloody footprints to investigate, but almost without a thought, he turned and ran for the elevator.

While lifting his walkie-talkie to the captain he shouted, "Captain, quick, quick, call an Exorcist, something's not right here, don't..."

At this moment, he was almost at the elevator doors, whose button was not on the cargo hold's power system, so it remained lit.