Chapter 132: Water Puddle
The idea was great, but Zhang Qian always felt an indescribable gloom in his heart.
That was the unease brought by not understanding the situation and being unable to control the surrounding environment.
Almost all the crucial information for this plan was guesswork; whether it would work was still unknown.
Even if it succeeded, if there was more than one fierce ghost in front of him, and the previous footsteps had just hidden away, how should he cope?
Facing attacks from four or five fierce ghosts at the same time, even with a candle as backup, it probably wouldn’t be reliable.
Once the water ghost couldn’t stalemate them all at once, letting even one fierce ghost slip through would be a devastating strike for Zhang Qian.
“Hesitant and timid… I’m no better.”
Shaking his head to clear the stray thoughts from his mind, Zhang Qian pulled himself together and gripped the Desert Eagle in his hand tightly.
Since he had made the decision, he couldn’t hesitate; in the short term, he couldn’t think of a better way, so adapting to the situation according to the original plan was the path with the highest probability of survival.
“Splash.”
A wet footsteps sound came, but immediately after, another footsteps sound rang out.
“Splash.”
The two sounds merged into one, sounding just like two people advancing at the same time.
Although the number didn’t match up, this was clearly identical to the situation in the darkness before.
Borrowing the dim light, two dark figures replaced the man in a suit’s position.
They stood side by side in the aisle, shoulders touching shoulders, looking almost like a whole.
Zhang Qian’s spirits lifted, immediately thinking of a certain possibility.
Right after he turned off the flashlight, this change occurred; could it be that the extinguishing of the light prompted this change.
Perhaps the dark environment was more suitable for the fierce ghost’s performance; under the light, he only needed to face one fierce ghost, but in the darkness, he had to face multiple fierce ghosts.
One couldn’t block the corridor, leaving gaps to pass through; five fierce ghosts side by side left no hope at all.
Without hesitation, the flashlight’s strong beam shot out immediately.
After a brief discomfort, Zhang Qian’s pupils refocused, and the fierce ghost in front of him turned back into the man in a suit’s appearance.
At this moment, the man in a suit looked normal, with no sign of the anomaly that had just occurred.
He just stared straight at the blinding light with his eyeball, seemingly very concerned about this thing’s influence.
Of course, it was more likely that the light was right in front of him.
“Damn… why is this phone so thick.”
Zhang Qian cursed under his breath, giving up the idea of holding both the handgun and the flashlight at the same time.
He had just tried to hold the phone in his mouth for light, but found that this brick-like satellite phone was thicker than his fist, rectangular like a block, and couldn’t be held in the mouth from any angle.
Moreover, this thing’s surface was very smooth, so it couldn’t be hung on any part of his body.
“The distance is getting closer; it’s too late now to make a rope from clothes.”
Looking at the suit fierce ghost not far away, Zhang Qian gave up the idea of messing around.
“This will do for now; the most important thing now is to prepare for contact with the fierce ghost—the handgun isn’t necessarily essential.”
After inhaling a breath of foul-smelling air, he turned his head to confirm the water ghost’s position.
That patch of black water had completely submerged the ceiling, with no trace of light passing through, no longer showing any liquid characteristics.
Although he couldn’t see the situation inside, Zhang Qian knew that the meat mountain-like drowned corpse was probably suspended in the water right now, using the water flow to try to devour him completely.
The water ghost moved without any sound, the pitch black liquid surface shifting silently, looking truly like a black hole constantly approaching, madly devouring everything that fell into it.
“This speed is indeed a bit faster than mine; according to the estimate, when I encounter the suit ghost, the water ghost should be exactly three steps slower than me.”
The hardest part of this plan to control was the timing when the two ghosts would meet, that is, the distance between the water ghost and Zhang Qian.
Controlling this distance was very particular; if too close, Zhang Qian, who wouldn’t have time to leave, would face attacks from two fierce ghosts at the same time.
If too far, the candle in his hand wouldn’t last that long; by the time the man in a suit tore him apart, the water ghost probably wouldn’t arrive yet.
“These three steps are the boundary between life and death; I must shake off the suit ghost before then, or else these two guys will wrap me up like dumplings, and the consequences will be much more serious than facing one ghost.”
Watching the suit fierce ghost getting closer, Zhang Qian began adjusting his position.
His goal wasn’t to crash headlong into the fierce ghost to death, but just to leave through the gaps in the aisle.
Soon, only the man in a suit remained in the center line of the corridor; Zhang Qian had moved to the right side against the walls, leaving as much space as possible.
Actually, there was no difference between the two sides; as for why he chose the right… probably some kind of intuition.
The distance of a few dozen steps passed in an instant; the moment of contact between the three was almost upon them.
Zhang Qian solemnly observed the surrounding situation, fearing some variable would cause a flaw in the plan.
The bright flashlight beam swept everywhere; everything in the aisle seemed so normal, developing in the direction he had anticipated.
But… what was this feeling?
The dull sensation from before hadn’t disappeared; instead, it intensified with the closing distance.
From an initial hint, it had now evolved into an alarm.
This feeling was too strong to be explained as an illusion.
Zhang Qian couldn’t help but suspect: was there something he had overlooked?
But looking around, the water ghost behind had a fixed speed, and the suit ghost in front moved with the same unchanging stiffness.
“Splash.”
The footsteps sound showed no abnormality, with a steady rhythm; there shouldn’t be anything mixed in.
All the conditions needed for the plan were satisfied; could it really be that he had no way to escape from the suit ghost’s hands, and this plan was unworkable from the root?
His gaze followed the flashlight as it swept around.
Suddenly, a small water puddle caught Zhang Qian’s attention.
The water puddle seemed to appear out of nowhere; clearly thirty or forty centimeters wide, yet Zhang Qian had never noticed its trace before.
The water in this puddle wasn’t that black liquid, but more like ordinary seawater; under the flashlight’s illumination, it was like a silver mirror, abruptly embedded in the dark red carpet.
The water puddle’s position was in the center of the aisle, slightly to the right, right across from the man in a suit diagonally ahead not far away.
Logically, the fierce ghost walking in the center of the aisle couldn’t possibly step into the water puddle.
The only one who might step into it was himself…
Zhang Qian felt doubtful: why did this water puddle appear at such a coincidental time and place, almost like it came specifically to block the way.
Could his plan fail because of this thing?
“Splash—”
Accompanied by a crisp sound, while Zhang Qian was thinking, someone stepped into the water puddle first.
