When Fang Yinglong came back to his senses in a daze, he saw that he had returned to the washroom sinks. The oval mirror in front of him clearly reflected his hideous and furious face.
Fang Yinglong was stunned at first and stared blankly at his face in the mirror. It seemed a few degrees paler, and was exactly the same color as the face of a dead person, which made him especially flustered.
The sound of water splashing rang out again in the quiet washroom.
All the sink taps suddenly turned on at the same time.
Fang Yinglong subconsciously trembled and his face changed drastically. He raised his foot and was about to run to the door, when the bathroom door closed gently with a click, as if pushed shut by a breeze.
The chill that had been hiding in Fang Yinglong’s heart for a long time seemed to explode from every pore on his body, and his heart turned cold. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly thought of the deaths of Wang Yu and Shen Zhihua. His face turned pale and he hurriedly ran over to open the door, but it was tightly locked.
Fang Yinglong panicked and howled, “Who’s outside? Is anyone there? Open the door for me! Open the door for me!”
Fang Yinglong pounded on the door when he couldn’t open it. Fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He saw that the taps were still running, making him inexplicably flustered and terrified.
No, he had definitely unconsciously turned on the taps just now. Definitely.
He could open the door if he turned off the taps. Yes, he could open the door if he turned off the taps.
Fang Yinglong hurriedly rushed to the sinks and turned off the taps one by one. When he did so and there was no more water, Fang Yinglong was overjoyed and hurriedly ran to the door to open it.
As soon as his hand touched the door, the sound of a woman sobbing rang out, and Fang Yinglong froze.
“Mr. Fang, come here! Turn around and look at me!” A woman’s sharp voice rang out, and it made Fang Yinglong’s skin crawl. He was so horrified that he almost collapsed to the ground. His face was deathly pale and his hands trembled non-stop.
Fang Yinglong didn’t dare respond. He frantically clawed at the bathroom door until his fingers bled, but the door was firmly locked. No matter how hard Fang Yinglong pounded on the door, he just couldn’t open it.
“Mr. Fang, come here! Turn around and look at me!” The woman’s sharp voice rang out again, and soon there was the sound of sobbing. In the quiet washroom, it was especially creepy.
No! No! No! Fang Yinglong’s legs trembled as he cried and pounded on the door wildly, begging and howling for help!
“Mr. Fang, why haven’t you turned around to look at me? You’re me, I’m you!” The woman continued sobbing.
Fang Yinglong was so scared by the woman’s sobs that his limbs turned cold. As the sound of sobbing got closer and closer, Fang Yinglong’s legs trembled and he almost fell to his knees on the floor. His eyes were filled with icy horror. “No! No! No, help! Please! Please!”
Fang Yinglong begged for mercy, but it was as if he couldn’t control his body. He suddenly turned around. When he looked in the mirror, he saw a woman with long, wet hair and a bloated body staring at him with a sinister smile. The floor was wet and the blood all over her body rushed to her head as if it was flowing in reverse. Not long after, the sound of running water rang out again, and a blood-curdling scream rang out.
