(Completed. Read with confidence! If you enjoy it, please leave a five-star review to show your support!) Because of the case of Su Xiaoxiao’s gruesome death a year ago, a rusty lock could seal off the entrance to the West Suburb Swimming Pool, but it could not dispel the chill lingering at the bottom of the pool. At night, silent ripples always crept up the steps. The water in the showers carried a bone-chilling cold, and a wet shadow in the changing-room mirror always flickered in the corner of your eye. An unseen force kept tugging at your ankles. The icy touch of water trails crawling over your skin, the whispers by your ear when you came up for air: all warned intruders that the dead soul at the bottom of the pool had never left. This pool was a cage reserved for death, and no one could escape.
