Poisonous Grudge

Chapter 27: Poisonous Resentment

No sooner had Bai Yanliang left the staff break area than Wang Sheng opened a door and stepped out.

His eye sockets were sunken and his spirit was listless; after standing in the hallway for a long time, he finally knocked on the door next to his.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from inside the room. A man opened the door for him, staring at Wang Sheng with a gloomy expression, and said, "What is it?"

It was Jiang Chaojie, his dissatisfaction written all over his face.

Wang Sheng shivered, his gaze not daring to meet Jiang Chaojie's as he stammered, "Brother... Brother Jiang, should... should we burn some spirit money for the boss's wife?"

Jiang Chaojie's expression shifted, and he grabbed Wang Sheng by the collar, dragging him into his room.

"Listen to me, you didn't kill her! Neither did I! Whether we saw it or not, the boss's wife was already killed by him! Don't you dare give me that crap about a guilty conscience, and don't you dare talk about seeing ghosts! If you go around blabbing, I might let you off, but will he let you off? Huh?"

"But... but... I keep feeling like... someone is watching me from the ceiling..."

As he said this, Wang Sheng subconsciously glanced up at the snow-white ceiling.

Jiang Chaojie's hand, which was gripping Wang Sheng's collar, stiffened. Although he didn't want to admit it, he indeed shared the feeling Wang Sheng described—the sensation of being watched.

It was eerie and terrifying; his back felt chilly, as if... a pair of eyes were forever watching him from some corner.

"Hoo..." Jiang Chaojie took a deep breath and let go.

He sat on the bed in a dejected manner, gripping his hair tightly with both hands.

For the past few days, his mental state had been deteriorating, and he could tell that Wang Sheng was in much the same condition.

One person might be a coincidence, but if both of them were like this, then something must have truly gone wrong.

"It can't be... we must be overthinking it. Even if she turned into a ghost and wanted revenge, her target shouldn't be us! She should be looking for her husband! For that man! We only accidentally saw her being thrown into the water tank by Ding Lei..." Jiang Chaojie was bolder than Wang Sheng, but even he couldn't stop his heart from pounding at this moment.

He and Wang Sheng had accidentally seen Ding Lei carrying a wooden ladder up to the rooftop, which had made them suspicious.

Their boss was a man who wouldn't lift a finger to help, and such manual labor was usually left to them, so... Jiang Chaojie and Wang Sheng had secretly followed him, wanting to see what the boss was actually doing.

Then... the two of them witnessed a scene that made their scalps crawl.

Li Yuhua, who had been lying on the ground, was carried on Ding Lei's shoulder, hauled up the stairs step by step, and dumped into the water tank.

Even now, Jiang Chaojie could clearly remember Li Yuhua's face at that time; her eyelids seemed to have fluttered, as if she weren't dead? Just knocked unconscious?

With Ding Lei's toss, Li Yuhua was submerged in the four-meter-deep water tank, and the lid was sealed shut.

Soon, the water tank actually began to tremble! She really wasn't dead! She was struggling desperately in the water!

But... Ding Lei just stood quietly by the tank, watching in silence.

The two staff members hiding by the stairs had their eyes wide open, filled with horror and chaotic thoughts, yet they didn't go to save her.

Li Yuhua fell into despair. Cold water poured into her throat, nostrils, and lungs; the choking, burning sensation of suffocation gradually numbed all her nerves. Her consciousness began to blur, and a thick, intense resentment erupted at the moment of her death!

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the wall of the water tank, as if she could see the people outside.

She had been drowned alive.

"In short... we don't know anything. Although the boss found us in the end, he promised to give us hush money, so don't say anything, understand?" Jiang Chaojie seemed to be trying to persuade Wang Sheng, but also trying to convince himself.

"But..." Wang Sheng said in a low voice, his face full of misery.

"What else do you want!" Jiang Chaojie stared at him intensely, his anger nearly uncontrollable.

"N-nothing... I just need to use the bathroom..." Wang Sheng shivered in fear and hurriedly stammered, "Brother Jiang... how about... how about we go to the bathroom together?"

Jiang Chaojie was just about to refuse when he suddenly felt the urge to use the bathroom himself, and a heavy one at that.

This feeling came very strangely, appearing out of nowhere, and it was urgent.

"Fine, but remember, stop letting your imagination run wild." As he spoke, Jiang Chaojie opened the door.

Wang Sheng followed behind Jiang Chaojie with a bitter face. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, right next to Zhang Wen's room.

As Jiang Chaojie and Wang Sheng walked toward the bathroom, they felt, for some unknown reason, that they were getting colder and colder.

"Hey, Wang Sheng, don't you think the hallway seems a bit narrower today?"

Jiang Chaojie asked in a low voice.

Wang Sheng shivered, partly from fear and partly because he was about to lose control of his bladder.

"I... I don't think so?" Wang Sheng denied Jiang Chaojie's claim.

Jiang Chaojie assumed he was just overthinking it again, so he stopped dwelling on it.

"Damn it, who left water all over the bathroom entrance?" Jiang Chaojie glanced at the wet floor and cursed under his breath.

Wang Sheng didn't answer, even though he knew who it was.

It was obviously Zhang Wen; everyone knew that Zhang Wen's mental state had deteriorated, and she would occasionally go to the sink and let the water run everywhere.

But Jiang Chaojie didn't believe it; he liked Zhang Wen, and that was something everyone knew as well.

The two of them stepped through the water and entered the bathroom. Wang Sheng rushed toward the urinal, while Jiang Chaojie quickly pulled open a door and went into a stall.

"Bang—"

Jiang Chaojie shut the door.

The sparse, trickling sound of Wang Sheng relieving himself echoed from outside the stall.

Jiang Chaojie hurriedly unzipped his pants and crouched down.

Just then, the toilet bowl beneath him suddenly flushed!

Splashing water even sprayed onto his buttocks.

Frowning, Jiang Chaojie turned his head to look at the bowl, wondering what had gone wrong; he hadn't even pressed the button, so why would it start flushing for no reason?

However... a sight that made Jiang Chaojie's scalp crawl appeared.

Blood!

So much blood!

What was flushing the toilet wasn't water at all, but fresh blood!

Terrified to the point of his heart nearly bursting, Jiang Chaojie yanked up his pants, stood up, and slid the bolt to rush out.

Yet, even though the bolt was undone, the door seemed as if it had been locked from the outside; it wouldn't budge!

"Wang Sheng! Fuck your mother, open the door for me! Open it now!!"

Jiang Chaojie screamed and roared while slamming his body against the door with all his might, but... no matter how hard he hit it, the flimsy door didn't react in the slightest!

At that moment, the rushing sound of the flush suddenly stopped.

Jiang Chaojie swallowed hard; he was drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale, his limbs weak.

However... when he braced himself against his fear and looked back, he froze in place as if struck by lightning!

From the hole in the toilet bowl... a hand was reaching out!

A ghastly pale hand!

Jiang Chaojie's mind reeled, his footing gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor in an instant.

"Heh... hu..."

His throat emitted sounds devoid of meaning, as if something were lodged in it, and he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

And that ghastly pale hand... was already reaching toward his neck, drawing closer and closer...

This story is purely fictional; please enjoy it for entertainment purposes.