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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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Chen Ge slipped into the police car, hugging the chicken and cat. From the tone of the policeman, he realized that things might have gotten a little serious this time.

"Thank God, you're okay." There was another person sitting in the backseat. His face was tense, but his voice was familiar.

"Liu Dao? Why are you here? Was it you who called the police?" Sitting inside the police car, Chen Ge felt oddly comfortable. He was not only not worried, and he felt like falling asleep. "Also, why was the livestream banned? What was the highest viewership tonight? Because my follower number has increased to 150,000."

"Why do you still care about the livestream?" Liu Dao grabbed Chen Ge's arm. "Brother, didn't you say that all the people in the mental hospital are actors from the Haunted House? I've vouched for you in front of the cops, but you've pushed me into the pits of hell."

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