The swimming pool in the club is rippling with light blue ripples. www.biquge.info The sun at seven o'clock in the morning is radiating the most primitive energy, shining on this city of sin. The sunlight behind the layers of expensive high-performance glass windows blends with the fresh, pure tap water in the pool, giving the otherwise cold pool water a hint of warmth. In this country club, everything is required to be perfect, and the luxury of sophistication speaks to the members of its own value, so the pool water is cleaned and disinfected and replaced with fresh water every morning at 5 o'clock.

In the United States, country club membership means, in a way, a status of life. Country clubs don't have to be rural, and the map of Las Vegas shows several country clubs right in the heart of the city. A country club is a private club that provides members with a variety of recreational and sports facilities, usually the two essential facilities of this club are tennis and golf, and some also provide other sports facilities such as polo. Membership fees vary greatly from country club to country, but generally a new member must be introduced or invited by an old member and pay an annual or monthly fee.

Barbara Johnson walked into the pool door draped in a white bath towel.

Barbara doesn't like to be crammed into the pool with other people, bragging about her life to each other. She hopes to be able to enjoy the "ME-time" that is only her own in the sacred moment of swimming. When swimming, she can sweat to her heart's content, exchange physical exhaustion for mental relaxation, and forget that she is the head of a company with a market value of tens of millions. As a result, she would come to the pool an hour earlier than the other "desperate housewives" every morning, and then step out of their sight when a group of noblewomen who were constantly hurting each other appeared.

The white bathrobe slid down her body, and the figure of a forty-year-old with a figure in her twenties was Barbara's proudest thing.

Barbara tilted her head and took a sip of cucumber water. Cucumber water can whiten, has anti-skin aging, reduce wrinkles, lose weight, detoxify and reduce inflammation, etc., so it is one of the indispensable free drinks in country clubs, along with lemonade.

She placed her glass on the table next to the sun lounger.

The temperature in the heated pool allows Barbara to enjoy a winter swim on a snowy winter day. The water using metal ion disinfection technology does not have the pungent smell of ordinary pools, and there is no harm to the human body, and although it is expensive, all members can enjoy the best experience.

The slightly warm pool water slowly soaked Barbara's skin, making them even more radiant.

With a slight ripple of water, Barbara began the breaststroke. I don't know if it's an illusion, but she felt that the water resistance in the pool today was higher than usual, and she soon felt tired.

At 7:15, Barbara suddenly felt her heart contract suddenly. Submerged in water, she seemed to hear the screams of her heart beating rapidly in her ears.

It was as loud as thunder, and as goosebump-inducing as the tip of a fingernail slashed across the blackboard.

Barbara's body instantly surfaced. Her face was so hideous that even the happiest person in the world could feel the pain she was suffering when he saw her face now.

Can you imagine what it would be like for someone to pull out a scorching pair of tongs and stick it to your heart through the protection of your flesh?

Barbara waved her hands weakly around trying to grab the buoy beside her, but her increasingly numb limbs made what was usually easy now as difficult as climbing to the summit of Mount Everest.

"Purr~"

Barbara's mouth was wide open, trying to breathe in the oxygen in the air, but the sinking body in the pool caused the water to flow from her mouth.

Ten seconds later.

Barbara's body gradually moved towards the bottom of the pool, and the pale blue water, which had been clear and translucent in her eyes, was now as deep as the water in a storm. Cold and biting, ruthless and cold.

In her last sight, a figure in a white waiter's uniform appeared in the afterglow of her eyes.

He picked up the glass of water that was placed on the table.

Barbara couldn't see clearly, she could only vaguely feel a white shadow looking at her from above, indifferent, ruthless, like the water that wrapped her at this time, from the inside out, sticking to her body.

Am I going to die?

Barbara thought.

I'm going to die...

The most important moments of her life flashed before her eyes: the joy of birth, the love of her parents, the affluent life, getting married and having children...

Barbara's eyes slowly closed.

She seemed to hear a faint laugh. There is no contempt, no pride, like the most innocent and happy laughter of a baby when he drinks breast milk.

Is this the voice of the Grim Reaper?

Barbara stopped breathing.