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Ziya did not hear the other person's response and only then noticed that Severe Cold was fixated on a strand of hair beneath Bathing White. Unconsciously, he released Ziya's hand and stepped forward, delving deeper into the situation.
Severe Cold watched as the hair crouched on the ground, trembling as it tried to gather itself. He realized that he hadn't noticed this hair last night; where could this strange hair have come from? With this thought in mind, he disregarded Ziya's protests and attempted to pull the hair out from beneath Bathing White. However, it seemed embedded there, refusing to budge.
"Ziya, let's lift Bathing White and take a look," Severe Cold suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Uh... this..." Ziya felt an unusual chill upon entering the bathroom. Now that Severe Cold wanted to see what was beneath Bathing White, she hesitated, afraid to approach it. Yet, unable to resist her intense curiosity, she ultimately agreed with Severe Cold to lift Bathing White for a closer inspection.
But how could two people possibly lift it? This was a large cast iron enamel bathtub, weighing at least two or three hundred pounds. There was no way Ziya and Severe Cold could move it together, especially since it was set into the ground and surrounded by tiled walls. The strand of hair was merely protruding from a broken tile at the bottom.
"Wait here for me and don't wander off! I'll go find some tools," Severe Cold said, his furrowed brow relaxing as if he had already devised a plan to deal with the heavy object.
Ziya felt a shiver of anxiety when she saw Severe Cold preparing to leave; her lips moved but she couldn't find the words. Finally, she managed to say, "Hurry back!"
After Severe Cold left, the bathroom felt increasingly eerie and sinister. The dark strand of hair became more frightening with each passing moment. Just as Ziya was growing more anxious, she saw Severe Cold return with a long iron rod—actually a thicker piece of rebar—and a crowbar.
Ziya let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Will this work? Shouldn't we call someone else for help?"
Severe Cold examined the base of Bathing White, contemplating where best to apply force to pry it up. In response to Ziya's question, he replied, "No, if the village finds out we stayed here overnight... you understand. Besides, no one would want to come here anyway. Since we've encountered this situation ourselves, let's handle it ourselves."
Fortunately, the villa's bathroom was spacious; Bathing White only needed one end connected to the water supply against the wall while the other three sides were free. Severe Cold carefully tapped around Bathing White with the crowbar, seemingly wary of disturbing it or fearing that it might suddenly spring up. Despite his caution, the tiles shattered easily under his strikes, leaving a layer of broken tiles mixed with cement on the floor.
After breaking a circle around the tiles, he revealed the supporting cement blocks underneath. These blocks had been submerged in water for an extended period and appeared darkened. After closely inspecting them, Severe Cold found a particularly weak spot in the cement support. He lifted the rebar in his hand and swung his arm down hard against that vulnerable area.
One end of the rebar was deeply embedded. "Come on, Archimedes once said, give him a lever and he can move the world. I don't believe that we can't pry open this Bathing White," Severe Cold said with a forced smile towards Ziya. But that smile was as strained as Ziya's; Severe Cold was also trying to mask the fear within by cracking jokes.
Ziya walked over, and together with Severe Cold, they used the rebar to pry at Bathing White. The concrete supporting it cracked and crumbled with a series of sharp sounds. After several vigorous attempts, Bathing White finally loosened.
Severe Cold and Ziya exchanged glances. With one more powerful push, Bathing White would be lifted, revealing what lay beneath. After a brief moment of eye contact, they summoned all their strength. Severe Cold even let out a loud shout, and with a resounding "bang," Bathing White was flipped open!
As Bathing White was pushed aside by Severe Cold and Ziya, it revealed a hollow pit beneath it, perfectly matching the size of Bathing White.
Severe Cold pinched a strand of hair in his hand, thinking that he could pull it out now! However, the hair seemed to extend like a thin rope emerging from the Pit, growing longer with each tug. He had already gathered a lot of hair in his hands, yet more continued to wind around his fingers; the scene felt eerily strange.
Ziya stared in shock at the hair in Severe Cold's hands, her voice caught in her throat. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. All she could see was Severe Cold's hands covered in dark hair, which was increasingly wrapping around his arms.
Severe Cold felt that he wasn't just pulling hair anymore; there was an eerie force pulling him toward the Pit. Cold sweat streamed down his face as his heart raced almost to the point of bursting.
"Ziya..." Severe Cold shouted in despair. In truth, Ziya had sensed something was wrong long ago but was too frightened to scream. She lunged forward and gripped Severe Cold's arm tightly, preventing him from sliding into the Pit along with the hair.
But that strange force continued to pull Severe Cold closer to the Pit. Ziya cried as she desperately tried to pull him back toward herself, her feet bracing against the base of Bathing White where tiles had yet to be removed.
At that moment, Severe Cold felt trapped; he kept trying to wipe away the hair wrapped around his arm, but it clung like super glue, impossible to shake off. Ziya was frantic and at her wit's end; she wished for a pair of scissors to cut this bizarre hair away...
Suddenly, Ziya noticed a pair of pruning scissors hanging above on the wall. "Severe Cold, hold on..." she said momentarily releasing him as she tiptoed to grab the scissors from the wall.
Severe Cold seemed not to hear her at all; he didn’t respond. When she finally got hold of the scissors and turned around, there was no sign of Severe Cold anywhere.
“Severe Cold… Severe Cold, don’t scare me, where are you?” Ziya shouted frantically, her emotions spiraling out of control as she searched wildly with a pair of scissors in hand. She glanced at the dark Pit beneath Bathing White, desperate to find Severe Cold.
Tears blurred her vision, and at that moment, fear was absent from her heart. If a ghost were to appear, it would surely be frightened by the current state of Ziya. She stared blankly at the pitch-black Pit. Crawling forward, she thrust her scissor-wielding hand into the Pit, hoping to touch something. However, the presence of Bathing White blocked her desire to jump in. Determined, Ziya decided to push Bathing White aside first.
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