Face

Following the water stains on the floor, the group arrived at the women's locker room. As soon as they entered, Jiang Cheng, leading the way, put out his arm to stop those behind him.

Huai Yi peered inside, his breathing quickening.

Less than 10 meters away, a black figure stood with their back to them, still dripping water all over.

Opposite the figure was a row of lockers.

The figure's arms hung at its sides, and a faint light glinted in its right hand, like something reflecting.

It was the key!

Upon seeing the key, Fatty's expression tensed. He instinctively wanted to say something to Jiang Cheng, but hesitated due to the figure's presence, daring not to speak. In his haste, he could only gesture with his hands.

Jiang Cheng didn't even need to look at him to know Fatty was worried that if the locker door were opened, Jiang Yanran, hidden inside, would be killed by the ghost, causing their mission to fail.

However, he was the only one thinking this. Jiang Cheng, Wang Qi, and Huai Yi had no such concerns.

The reason was simple: if the locker could be opened that easily, Jiang Yanran would have been killed long ago, and they wouldn't be waiting until now.

As Jiang Cheng had expected, the figure tried many times with the key but couldn't open that particular locker door.

To be precise, the key wouldn't even fit.

After several attempts, the figure grew increasingly agitated. At first, it just pulled forcefully on the locker door. When that proved useless, it resorted to tearing at it, even smashing it with its hands.

The "thump, thump" echoed through the silent swimming pool. Each sound struck Jiang Cheng and the others like a blow to the heart, the ground trembling with each