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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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"Why would you ask that?" Xu Tong immediately regretted asking that question. He looked at the hammer in Chen Ge's hands, and his mouth turned slippery again. "Wang Haiming was once a patient here. He was locked inside the Third Sick Hall multiple times due to repeated offenses. That man is very interesting."

"He was a low risk patient. He stayed on the second floor of the second sick hall, but the man had something wrong with his mind. He kept saying that he was not crazy." A disgusting smile appeared on Xu Tong's lips. "Actually, we all know that we are perfectly fine, but only an idiot like him would announce it out loud."

To be called an idiot by a diagnosed mental patient, if Wang Haiming was still alive, Chen Ge wondered how he would have felt. A flash of wickedness entered Xu Tong's smile. His perspective was different from normal people. Perhaps until now, he still believed he was not ill.

Wang Haiming's Secret