The ice bath is terrifying story
I woke up in an ice bathtub filled with water. The bone-chilling cold, like sharp ice cones, pierced straight into my bones, and every inch of my skin trembled under the ravage of the chill. I suddenly opened my eyes wide. In an instant, confusion and terror intertwined into an impenetrable web, tightly enveloping me. I struggled to sit up, my hands frantically propping up the edge of the bathtub, trying to extricate myself from this strange situation.
Looking around, it was a small and enclosed bathroom. The walls on all sides glowed with the unique luster of cold white tiles, looking particularly eerie under the dim yellow light. The steam was diffusing and drifting in the mid-air of the bathroom, colluding with the chill, making the temperature here seem to have dropped below freezing point. I looked down at my body soaked in ice water. My skin had long been bluish-purple from the cold, and my joints were stiff due to the chill. Every slight movement felt as if countless tiny ice chips were rubbing between my joints, causing a piercing pain.
I tried hard to recall what had happened before, but my mind was as if tightly wrapped in a thick fog, chaotic and blurry. I only vaguely remember that I received a mysterious call. The voice on the other end was deep and hoarse, as if revealing some kind of secret that couldn't be told. Then, I rushed to this strange place in a hurry, and then... Memory is like a thread ruthlessly cut, vanishing without a trace.
Just as I was lost in a jumble of thoughts, the bathroom door suddenly creaked open slowly, and a dark figure flashed in like a ghost. My heart tightened suddenly. Fear swept me down like a tide in an instant. My body involuntarily shrank back, my eyes fixed intently on that dark figure, and my voice trembled as I asked, "You..." Who are you? Why am I here?"
The dark figure gradually became clear in the dim light. It was a person dressed in a black windbreaker and wearing a strange mask on his face. He walked towards me with steady steps, each step seeming to touch the tip of my heart, making my heartbeat even more rapid. His eyes pierced through the gaps of the mask, like two cold, sharp blades, piercing straight at me, carrying a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine. You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that your destiny is in my hands from now on. His voice was cold and heartless, as if it were a judgment from hell.
The masked man gave a cold laugh, stopped by the bathtub, and looked down at me from above, "You haven't offended me?" Humph! You are too naive. You accidentally got involved in a storm you couldn't have imagined. You know too much, so you have to disappear.
Late at night, I sat in front of the computer, my fingertips trembling as I typed a string of code. The encrypted old project document slowly unfolded. Among the familiar tables and curves, a hidden layer suddenly emerged - it was the original data path map deliberately erased, with the end clearly marked as "Winter Group Headquarters". I took a deep breath, about to take a screenshot to save the evidence, but the screen suddenly went black. Immediately after, the sound of glass shattering came from outside the window, and a bullet hit my monitor precisely.
I rolled under the table, my heart beating like a drum. Through the crack of the door, I saw two dark figures flash into the room. They wore black masks similar to those of masked humans and moved as swiftly as cheetahs. I grabbed my phone and rushed towards the balcony. As I climbed over the railing, gunshots came from behind me and the bullets brushed past my shoulder. I fell onto the lawn downstairs. My phone emitted a faint light in the palm of my hand. That was the data graph I had captured earlier.
A chill ran through my heart, realizing that the severity of the matter far exceeded my imagination. I began to secretly gather my strength, ready to fight to the death. Just as the masked man was slightly unprepared, I used all my strength to push him away forcefully, attempting to jump out of the bathtub. However, the prolonged freezing made my body extremely cumbersome, and my movements were slow and weak. The masked man easily steadied himself, grabbed my arm with one hand, and forcefully pushed me back into the bathtub. The icy water once again covered my head. I struggled desperately, but felt my strength gradually fading away.
Just when I was almost at my wits' end, I faintly heard a commotion outside, as if someone was approaching. The masked man clearly heard the commotion as well. He seemed rather flustered, let go of my hand and turned to run away. I seized the opportunity to take a deep breath and, with my last bit of strength, climbed out of the bathtub, staggering towards the bathroom door.
At this moment, several police officers rushed in like divine soldiers and quickly subdued the masked man. Looking at the familiar figures of the police officers, an endless sense of relief welled up in my heart. Finally, my body couldn't hold on any longer and slowly collapsed.
At the last moment before I lost consciousness, I heard the police questioning me about my condition, and there was only one thought in my mind: This nightmare was finally over. Later, after some investigation, I found out that I had been involved in a commercial espionage case. That mysterious phone call was a trap, and the masked man was a killer sent by the enemy to silence me. Fortunately, the police arrived in time upon receiving the tip-off, which saved me from the disaster.
After this life-and-death ordeal, I deeply understand that life is sometimes like this ice bathtub filled with water, full of unknown dangers and challenges. But as long as we remain calm and face them bravely, we will surely find a way out and be reborn.