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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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Zhang Li moved his steps slowly; he did not dare expose his back to Chen Ge. When Chen Ge entered the room, he added in that dark and suppressed voice of his, "Keep the door open for air ventilation."

Chen Ge locked the door and dragged the hammer into the room. He looked around. The room was simple with little furniture, and there was a pungent smell of subpar cigarette smoke in the air. There was a metal plate on the coffee table, which was filled with cigarette butts, and there were holes on the couch that were probably cigarette burns.

"You're a heavy smoker?" Chen Ge acted like he had returned to his own home. He grabbed a chair and sat in the living room close to the door.

"Does that count as a question?" Zhang Li crossed his arms and stood beside the coffee table. He looked very guarded.

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