The Locker

The changing rooms were more numerous than they had imagined, and even for people like Jiang Cheng and Wang Qi, being here gave them a sense of being watched.

This feeling was inexplicably irritating.

"Go to the last cubicle," Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look at Wang Qi, recalling that in Yuan Xiaoyi's story, the male employee had found the drowned woman in the last cubicle.

Wang Qi lowered the curtain in his hand and nodded, "Okay."

"Don't stay too close to us," Jiang Cheng turned to Fatty and Huai Yi, worried that if something unexpected happened, they wouldn't be able to escape.

The last cubicle was in the corner. It was quiet inside, not like anyone was there. Jiang Cheng and Wang Qi slowly approached, then Wang Qi reached out and suddenly pulled down the curtain.

It was empty inside, nothing there, not much water on the floor either.

Before the two could relax their tense nerves, they heard a "whoosh" and the sound of water behind them. It was a shower that had turned on, the sound of water spraying out from the showerhead.

"Holy crap!" followed by Fatty's startled cry, and then the sounds of a struggle, as if someone had fallen.

Jiang Cheng and Wang Qi immediately ran back, but the short distance now felt like an endless stretch.

Cubicle after cubicle flashed by their sides. There were at most a dozen cubicles between them, but now it felt like hundreds.

And all the cubicle curtains were hanging down, completely different from before.

"Hiss--"

The sound of the shower disappeared, leaving only the residual water droplets falling to the ground with a "drip, drip, drip." Jiang Cheng and Wang Qi finally ran back to Fatty and Huai Yi.

"What happened?" Jiang Cheng asked.

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