I Fix Air-Conditioner

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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Chen Ge held the cat in his arm. He wondered if it was because the white cat had stopped caring about normal ghosts since it had seen too many powerful baleful specters. The white cat did not get Chen Ge's meaning. It moved its head as it struggled to escape from Chen Ge's grasp.

"Perhaps I haven't been paying any attention." The taxi driver thought about it. "I came over from the industrial area. There is a junction there. If the truck went east, then I would have missed it."

The driver was quite optimistic and did not think about the supernatural possibility.

The truck driver just drove me over from Eastern Jiujiang, so why would he drive back there after dropping me off? Chen Ge committed the driver's face to his memory. Did he feel unsettled after hearing my conversation with the police and go back to deal with some unsightly things?

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