Chapter 87
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Chapter 87 The previous lover 11
The lifeguard paid no attention to the mobile phone on the ground, but very carefully supported the water dispenser until it stopped shaking. Then he turned around slowly, still blocking the water tank with his body, and gave us a forced smile: "What? You scared me!"
"We’ve talked about it, and since you know the place better than anyone here, why don’t you lead the way." I squinted at the lifeguard, and even though no one had actually talked about it, he was acting so oddly that no one else bothered to object to my words.
The lifeguard smiled forcefully and passed his gaze over the crowd. "I… I’ve never entered the office, either."
"Oh," I forced back a grin, watching the lifeguard quietly.
Seeing we weren’t going to back down, the embarrassed lifeguard said dryly, "My phone’s broken. You gotta light the way for me."
It seemed that lifeguard did not want us to see the water dispenser, which only aroused our curiosity.
The thin boy whispered something to the fat boy. The fat boy used his mobile phone to light up the way ahead of the lifeguard, while the thin boy's mobile phone remained fixed on the lifeguard's body.
I looked at the lifeguard with a sneer, and his face turned ugly.
"I won't go ahead!” he pointed at me and yelled. “This guy appeared out of nowhere and I don’t trust him, so I won’t go ahead!"
The lifeguard tried to throw the others’ suspicion back to me, but that only made his look more suspect.
The thin boy adjusted his glasses with a habitual motion. "Go ahead, we’re right behind you. He goes last," he nodded towards me.
The thin boy's words left the lifeguard speechless. his mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound came out. Finally, he backed up into the water dispenser and crossed his arms defiantly.
Annoyed and distressed, the fat boy grabbed a book from the desk next to him and threw it at the lifeguard, who quickly deflect it with his hand. The book crashed to the floor with an alarming thud.
"I knew you were up to something all along! I’ll tell the police to arrest you as soon as we get out of here." The fat boy's voice was too loud. He grabbed another book and threw it at the lifeguard.
At that point, the lifeguard became angry too. He grabbed a cup containing a few pens and threw it at the boy. The pens scattered everywhere, and the solid cup hit the boy on the forehead. He cried out in pain as a trickle of blood appeared over his brows.
Even though up to now the rest of the group had been suspicious of the boy because of me, now everyone was of like mind. As the lifeguard dared to fight back, all of a sudden, the onlookers flew into a rage. A variety of office supplies began whizzing back and forth across the room in the dim light of the mobile phones.
After getting hit several times in the crossfire, I realized a ghost wouldn’t be able to do this.
Everyone was getting increasingly worked up, throwing increasingly larger and harder items. Someone was bound to get seriously hurt at this rate.
In the commotion, lifeguard stepped away from the dispenser, leaving it exposed. I snatched someone’s phone away and turned the flashlight toward the water dispenser, trying to see exactly what was inside the container.
I yelped in alarm. The originally empty container was now full of water, with countless long black hairs tangled together in clumps, seemingly writhing, almost as if trying to force their way out.
The boys also saw it, screaming one after another. The lifeguard realized what happened and lunged to cover the container with his body again.
No one attacked him anymore. They were too shocked by the scene they had just witnessed. The fat boy pointed a trembling finger at the lifeguard and whispered, "You're a ghost."
"No, I’m not!" The lifeguard shook his head violently, tears of panic in the corner of his eyes.
"Get out of the way. There's something going on in that tank," I said coldly.
The lifeguard shook his head and desperately tried to change the subject. "What’s wrong with ut? We should really go to the office and call the police already. Go on."
The lifeguard’s cracking voice did not elicit any response. I was no exception. To be honest, his behavior was very strange, but from his reaction, he didn’t seem to be a ghost. If anything, it was more like he was being forced. We just didn’t know by what.
I looked back at the black door, and because none of the phones were shining on it, it was completely dark and I couldn't see anything. But whether the lifeguard was a ghost or was being forced by a ghost, he obviously needed us to open that door and go in.
I knew nothing good could be waiting for us in there.
For a moment, the two sides became deadlocked, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to cool.
"Let's go back to the pool, where at least there’s light. He’s not going to try anything there," said the skinny boy in a low voice.
I nodded lightly. Everything about this office and the corridor was creepy. The pool suddenly seemed like a safe haven. At least I could see Lulu and Xiao Lingdang there.
A question occurred to me: "What if he turns off the lights in the pool?"
The thin boy was a little startled by this proposition, and then nodded and seemed to ponder. He hadn’t thought of that before.
I looked at the lifeguard. He was the one who turned on the lights at the pool, and the only one who knew where the switches were. I really didn’t want to deal with a ghost in the dark.
The mood in the office turned ponderous. The thin boy moved carefully and whispered in the fat boy’s ear. This obviously attracted the attention of the lifeguard, who tried to keep an eye on him, but he had no light source to point at him. The rest of us deliberately kept the light beams away from the thin boy, so that the lifeguard could not see what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" Asked the lifeguard with a stern voice.
"Nothing," I replied nonchalantly.
My relaxed reaction only made the lifeguard more impatient, but he still didn’t dare to step away from the water dispenser and could only watch anxiously.
The skinny boy shone his phone light around, seemingly searching for something on the desks around him. Occasionally there’d be a thud and a quiet expletive as he bumped into something in the dark.
I kept my light fixed on the lifeguard, while the fat boy kept shining in various directions.
A beep rang out from his mobile phone. He looked at it and whimpered, "My battery is low..."
My chest tightened. I immediately told him to turn off his phone for now. No use using up both phones’ batteries simultaneously.
Instead of doing what I said, the fat boy first asked the thin boy and then turned off his cell phone, and then sidled up close to me.
I watched the skinny boy, who was still looking for something. He seemed to be the weakest of the group, but displayed surprising authority and leadership. I felt somewhat relieved by his composure.
After a while he rejoined the group and, to our surprise, presented us with two candles and a small pocket flashlight.
The thin boy leaned in to my ear and whispered his plan: "I also found a padlock. If the lifeguard won’t leave, we will lock him in here."
I nodded and couldn't help but see the boy in a whole new light. Unless the lifeguard agreed to step away, from the water dispenser, he’d be stuck in that room until someone came to rescue him.
Sure enough, the skinny boy suggested again to go back to the pool, and the lifeguard refused outright and again suggested we try to call from the supervisor’s office, which we again refused. As we left, the skinny boy kept his flashlight aimed at the water dispenser. The lifeguard looked like he wanted to catch up, but was unable to make it because he was blocking the water dispenser.
As the door closed behind us, the skinny boy mercifully decided to leave a candle for the lifeguard. He threw it hard at the black door, which made a loud noise.
The lifeguard looked at us warily and did not pick it up until we fully closed the door. As the padlock clicked loudly shut, we heard the lifeguard’s pitiful cries pleading with us to open the door, but we ignored him.
I subconsciously stayed away from the thin boy as we made our way back down the damp corridor. He was a bit… How shall I put it, a little too cold.
We did not know what the thin boy's last act meant. Was he just venting at the lifeguard? No, he’d been completely calm the whole time. Was he hoping the lifeguard would stoop to pick up the candles, allowing us a glimpse at the contents of the water tank? No, we were too far away to see anything clearly anyway. Did the boy simply wish to distract the lifeguard while he locked the door?
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Chapter 87 The previous lover 11
The lifeguard paid no attention to the mobile phone on the ground, but very carefully supported the water dispenser until it stopped shaking. Then he turned around slowly, still blocking the water tank with his body, and gave us a forced smile: "What? You scared me!"
"We’ve talked about it, and since you know the place better than anyone here, why don’t you lead the way." I squinted at the lifeguard, and even though no one had actually talked about it, he was acting so oddly that no one else bothered to object to my words.
The lifeguard smiled forcefully and passed his gaze over the crowd. "I… I’ve never entered the office, either."
"Oh," I forced back a grin, watching the lifeguard quietly.
Seeing we weren’t going to back down, the embarrassed lifeguard said dryly, "My phone’s broken. You gotta light the way for me."
It seemed that lifeguard did not want us to see the water dispenser, which only aroused our curiosity.
The thin boy whispered something to the fat boy. The fat boy used his mobile phone to light up the way ahead of the lifeguard, while the thin boy's mobile phone remained fixed on the lifeguard's body.
I looked at the lifeguard with a sneer, and his face turned ugly.
"I won't go ahead!” he pointed at me and yelled. “This guy appeared out of nowhere and I don’t trust him, so I won’t go ahead!"
The lifeguard tried to throw the others’ suspicion back to me, but that only made his look more suspect.
The thin boy adjusted his glasses with a habitual motion. "Go ahead, we’re right behind you. He goes last," he nodded towards me.
The thin boy's words left the lifeguard speechless. his mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound came out. Finally, he backed up into the water dispenser and crossed his arms defiantly.
Annoyed and distressed, the fat boy grabbed a book from the desk next to him and threw it at the lifeguard, who quickly deflect it with his hand. The book crashed to the floor with an alarming thud.
"I knew you were up to something all along! I’ll tell the police to arrest you as soon as we get out of here." The fat boy's voice was too loud. He grabbed another book and threw it at the lifeguard.
At that point, the lifeguard became angry too. He grabbed a cup containing a few pens and threw it at the boy. The pens scattered everywhere, and the solid cup hit the boy on the forehead. He cried out in pain as a trickle of blood appeared over his brows.
Even though up to now the rest of the group had been suspicious of the boy because of me, now everyone was of like mind. As the lifeguard dared to fight back, all of a sudden, the onlookers flew into a rage. A variety of office supplies began whizzing back and forth across the room in the dim light of the mobile phones.
After getting hit several times in the crossfire, I realized a ghost wouldn’t be able to do this.
Everyone was getting increasingly worked up, throwing increasingly larger and harder items. Someone was bound to get seriously hurt at this rate.
In the commotion, lifeguard stepped away from the dispenser, leaving it exposed. I snatched someone’s phone away and turned the flashlight toward the water dispenser, trying to see exactly what was inside the container.
I yelped in alarm. The originally empty container was now full of water, with countless long black hairs tangled together in clumps, seemingly writhing, almost as if trying to force their way out.
The boys also saw it, screaming one after another. The lifeguard realized what happened and lunged to cover the container with his body again.
No one attacked him anymore. They were too shocked by the scene they had just witnessed. The fat boy pointed a trembling finger at the lifeguard and whispered, "You're a ghost."
"No, I’m not!" The lifeguard shook his head violently, tears of panic in the corner of his eyes.
"Get out of the way. There's something going on in that tank," I said coldly.
The lifeguard shook his head and desperately tried to change the subject. "What’s wrong with ut? We should really go to the office and call the police already. Go on."
The lifeguard’s cracking voice did not elicit any response. I was no exception. To be honest, his behavior was very strange, but from his reaction, he didn’t seem to be a ghost. If anything, it was more like he was being forced. We just didn’t know by what.
I looked back at the black door, and because none of the phones were shining on it, it was completely dark and I couldn't see anything. But whether the lifeguard was a ghost or was being forced by a ghost, he obviously needed us to open that door and go in.
I knew nothing good could be waiting for us in there.
For a moment, the two sides became deadlocked, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to cool.
"Let's go back to the pool, where at least there’s light. He’s not going to try anything there," said the skinny boy in a low voice.
I nodded lightly. Everything about this office and the corridor was creepy. The pool suddenly seemed like a safe haven. At least I could see Lulu and Xiao Lingdang there.
A question occurred to me: "What if he turns off the lights in the pool?"
The thin boy was a little startled by this proposition, and then nodded and seemed to ponder. He hadn’t thought of that before.
I looked at the lifeguard. He was the one who turned on the lights at the pool, and the only one who knew where the switches were. I really didn’t want to deal with a ghost in the dark.
The mood in the office turned ponderous. The thin boy moved carefully and whispered in the fat boy’s ear. This obviously attracted the attention of the lifeguard, who tried to keep an eye on him, but he had no light source to point at him. The rest of us deliberately kept the light beams away from the thin boy, so that the lifeguard could not see what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" Asked the lifeguard with a stern voice.
"Nothing," I replied nonchalantly.
My relaxed reaction only made the lifeguard more impatient, but he still didn’t dare to step away from the water dispenser and could only watch anxiously.
The skinny boy shone his phone light around, seemingly searching for something on the desks around him. Occasionally there’d be a thud and a quiet expletive as he bumped into something in the dark.
I kept my light fixed on the lifeguard, while the fat boy kept shining in various directions.
A beep rang out from his mobile phone. He looked at it and whimpered, "My battery is low..."
My chest tightened. I immediately told him to turn off his phone for now. No use using up both phones’ batteries simultaneously.
Instead of doing what I said, the fat boy first asked the thin boy and then turned off his cell phone, and then sidled up close to me.
I watched the skinny boy, who was still looking for something. He seemed to be the weakest of the group, but displayed surprising authority and leadership. I felt somewhat relieved by his composure.
After a while he rejoined the group and, to our surprise, presented us with two candles and a small pocket flashlight.
The thin boy leaned in to my ear and whispered his plan: "I also found a padlock. If the lifeguard won’t leave, we will lock him in here."
I nodded and couldn't help but see the boy in a whole new light. Unless the lifeguard agreed to step away, from the water dispenser, he’d be stuck in that room until someone came to rescue him.
Sure enough, the skinny boy suggested again to go back to the pool, and the lifeguard refused outright and again suggested we try to call from the supervisor’s office, which we again refused. As we left, the skinny boy kept his flashlight aimed at the water dispenser. The lifeguard looked like he wanted to catch up, but was unable to make it because he was blocking the water dispenser.
As the door closed behind us, the skinny boy mercifully decided to leave a candle for the lifeguard. He threw it hard at the black door, which made a loud noise.
The lifeguard looked at us warily and did not pick it up until we fully closed the door. As the padlock clicked loudly shut, we heard the lifeguard’s pitiful cries pleading with us to open the door, but we ignored him.
I subconsciously stayed away from the thin boy as we made our way back down the damp corridor. He was a bit… How shall I put it, a little too cold.
We did not know what the thin boy's last act meant. Was he just venting at the lifeguard? No, he’d been completely calm the whole time. Was he hoping the lifeguard would stoop to pick up the candles, allowing us a glimpse at the contents of the water tank? No, we were too far away to see anything clearly anyway. Did the boy simply wish to distract the lifeguard while he locked the door?
Chapter 87 The previous lover 11The lifeguard paid no attention to the mobile phone on the ground, but very carefully supported the water dispenser until it stopped shaking. Then he turned around slowly, still blocking the water tank with his body, and gave us a forced smile: "What? You scared me!" "We've talked about it, and since you know the place better than anyone here, why don't you lead the way." I squinted at the lifeguard, and even though no one had actually talked about it, he was acting so oddly that no one else bothered to object to my words.The lifeguard smiled forcefully and passed his gaze over the crowd. "I I've never entered the office, either." "Oh," I forced back a grin, watching the lifeguard quietly. Seeing we weren't going to back down, the embarrassed lifeguard said dryly, "My phone's broken. You gotta light the way for me." It seemed that lifeguard did not want us to see the water dispenser, which only aroused our curiosity. The thin boy whispered something to the fat boy. The fat boy used his mobile phone to light up the way ahead of the lifeguard, while the thin boy's mobile phone remained fixed on the lifeguard's body. I looked at the lifeguard with a sneer, and his face turned ugly. "I won't go ahead! he pointed at me and yelled. This guy appeared out of nowhere and I don't trust him, so I won't go ahead!" The lifeguard tried to throw the others' suspicion back to me, but that only made his look more suspect. The thin boy adjusted his glasses with a habitual motion. "Go ahead, we're right behind you. He goes last," he nodded towards me. The thin boy's words left the lifeguard speechless. his mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound came out. Finally, he backed up into the water dispenser and crossed his arms defiantly.Annoyed and distressed, the fat boy grabbed a book from the desk next to him and threw it at the lifeguard, who quickly deflect it with his hand. The book crashed to the floor with an alarming thud. "I knew you were up to something all along! I'll tell the police to arrest you as soon as we get out of here." The fat boy's voice was too loud. He grabbed another book and threw it at the lifeguard.At that point, the lifeguard became angry too. He grabbed a cup containing a few pens and threw it at the boy. The pens scattered everywhere, and the solid cup hit the boy on the forehead. He cried out in pain as a trickle of blood appeared over his brows. Even though up to now the rest of the group had been suspicious of the boy because of me, now everyone was of like mind. As the lifeguard dared to fight back, all of a sudden, the onlookers flew into a rage. A variety of office supplies began whizzing back and forth across the room in the dim light of the mobile phones.After getting hit several times in the crossfire, I realized a ghost wouldn't be able to do this. Everyone was getting increasingly worked up, throwing increasingly larger and harder items. Someone was bound to get seriously hurt at this rate. In the commotion, lifeguard stepped away from the dispenser, leaving it exposed. I snatched someone's phone away and turned the flashlight toward the water dispenser, trying to see exactly what was inside the container.I yelped in alarm. The originally empty container was now full of water, with countless long black hairs tangled together in clumps, seemingly writhing, almost as if trying to force their way out. The boys also saw it, screaming one after another. The lifeguard realized what happened and lunged to cover the container with his body again.No one attacked him anymore. They were too shocked by the scene they had just witnessed. The fat boy pointed a trembling finger at the lifeguard and whispered, "You're a ghost." "No, I'm not!" The lifeguard shook his head violently, tears of panic in the corner of his eyes. "Get out of the way. There's something going on in that tank," I said coldly. The lifeguard shook his head and desperately tried to change the subject. "What's wrong with ut? We should really go to the office and call the police already. Go on." The lifeguard's cracking voice did not elicit any response. I was no exception. To be honest, his behavior was very strange, but from his reaction, he didn't seem to be a ghost. If anything, it was more like he was being forced. We just didn't know by what. I looked back at the black door, and because none of the phones were shining on it, it was completely dark and I couldn't see anything. But whether the lifeguard was a ghost or was being forced by a ghost, he obviously needed us to open that door and go in. I knew nothing good could be waiting for us in there.For a moment, the two sides became deadlocked, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to cool. "Let's go back to the pool, where at least there's light. He's not going to try anything there," said the skinny boy in a low voice. I nodded lightly. Everything about this office and the corridor was creepy. The pool suddenly seemed like a safe haven. At least I could see Lulu and Xiao Lingdang there. A question occurred to me: "What if he turns off the lights in the pool?" The thin boy was a little startled by this proposition, and then nodded and seemed to ponder. He hadn't thought of that before.I looked at the lifeguard. He was the one who turned on the lights at the pool, and the only one who knew where the switches were. I really didn't want to deal with a ghost in the dark. The mood in the office turned ponderous. The thin boy moved carefully and whispered in the fat boy's ear. This obviously attracted the attention of the lifeguard, who tried to keep an eye on him, but he had no light source to point at him. The rest of us deliberately kept the light beams away from the thin boy, so that the lifeguard could not see what he was doing. "What are you doing?" Asked the lifeguard with a stern voice. "Nothing," I replied nonchalantly. My relaxed reaction only made the lifeguard more impatient, but he still didn't dare to step away from the water dispenser and could only watch anxiously.The skinny boy shone his phone light around, seemingly searching for something on the desks around him. Occasionally there'd be a thud and a quiet expletive as he bumped into something in the dark. I kept my light fixed on the lifeguard, while the fat boy kept shining in various directions. A beep rang out from his mobile phone. He looked at it and whimpered, "My battery is low..." My chest tightened. I immediately told him to turn off his phone for now. No use using up both phones' batteries simultaneously.Instead of doing what I said, the fat boy first asked the thin boy and then turned off his cell phone, and then sidled up close to me. I watched the skinny boy, who was still looking for something. He seemed to be the weakest of the group, but displayed surprising authority and leadership. I felt somewhat relieved by his composure. After a while he rejoined the group and, to our surprise, presented us with two candles and a small pocket flashlight. The thin boy leaned in to my ear and whispered his plan: "I also found a padlock. If the lifeguard won't leave, we will lock him in here." I nodded and couldn't help but see the boy in a whole new light. Unless the lifeguard agreed to step away, from the water dispenser, he'd be stuck in that room until someone came to rescue him. Sure enough, the skinny boy suggested again to go back to the pool, and the lifeguard refused outright and again suggested we try to call from the supervisor's office, which we again refused. As we left, the skinny boy kept his flashlight aimed at the water dispenser. The lifeguard looked like he wanted to catch up, but was unable to make it because he was blocking the water dispenser. As the door closed behind us, the skinny boy mercifully decided to leave a candle for the lifeguard. He threw it hard at the black door, which made a loud noise.The lifeguard looked at us warily and did not pick it up until we fully closed the door. As the padlock clicked loudly shut, we heard the lifeguard's pitiful cries pleading with us to open the door, but we ignored him. I subconsciously stayed away from the thin boy as we made our way back down the damp corridor. He was a bit How shall I put it, a little too cold.We did not know what the thin boy's last act meant. Was he just venting at the lifeguard? No, he'd been completely calm the whole time. Was he hoping the lifeguard would stoop to pick up the candles, allowing us a glimpse at the contents of the water tank? No, we were too far away to see anything clearly anyway. Did the boy simply wish to distract the lifeguard while he locked the door?
