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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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"Even you don't know who the chairperson is?" Chen Ge thought he could use this question to identify Wu Fei or Patient 10, but he did not expect this answer.

"Everyone wears a mask and has the same black robe on. Even if the people underneath the masks change, we won't be able to tell." The first man on the left pointed to himself. "I'm No. 1. Here, your number is more important than your name. If you do not wish to be replaced, you'd better be on full alert."

His words were meant for No. 12. The woman's voice was unique, and her story had exposed her husband's surname and many details about her life. If one wanted to, one could definitely identify her.

Since Chen Ge had heard her voice before, he was fairly sure he knew who she was. To be fair, Chen Ge did not expect the famed DJ to be such an individual.

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