Chilling water slid down Chen Ge's hair. He was reeling from the fact that he had come so close to death. His chest was pumping unevenly, his lips turning from pale to purple, his hands still gripping the cleavers.
He felt more collected two minutes later, and the light-headedness dissolved. Wiping the water droplets from his face, Chen Ge stood up unsteadily from the bathtub. With the weak light of the candle, he could see that nothing had changed inside the bathroom.
I swear I managed to cut something earlier; there was that snap too.
Chen Ge looked around him and saw a cut left on the edge of the tub.
Did I accidentally cut the tub? That shouldn't be it; there was definitely someone holding my head down in the water earlier, and the cleaver should have cut that person.
Desperate to know the truth, Chen Ge climbed out of the tub to grab the phone that was still recording. He stopped the recording and replayed it from the start.
