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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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My House of Horrors

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"Could Boss Chen's parents…" Song An felt like his throat was filled with ice. When he said that, his lips were shaking uncontrollably.

"You saw the blood streak on the side of the bed in that room earlier. I didn't want to say anything then because we had outsiders with us." Guo Miao reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette to dangle on his lips. "Fake blood is definitely not that color. The scratch marks and blood stains that we saw probably came from an actual human."

"There are many more similar scratch marks and blood stains inside this scenario. If all those are real…" Song An shivered as he looked around. This is not a Haunted House; it's a slaughterhouse!

"I had the same idea, but we're in here for only ten minutes. If this is a misunderstanding, we'll be shamed for the rest of our lives." Guo Miao bit on the cigarette. "Let's meet up with the others first."

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