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 was hit with a sense of familiarity when he read the treatment method. When I was invited to the society for the first time, one of the members told me this. All the pictures pasted here are victims of the society?

The pictures covered the entire room with no space left. Most of them were taken after the victims' death, recording their death in picture. The ghost stories society, the victims, the underground morgue, the central hub that is made from entirely human bodies…

Chen Ge linked all the clues in his mind. His eyes widened, surprised at the lengths that the culprit had gone to for his plan.

The Number Three