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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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Chen Ge did not expect it to go so successfully—he had just wanted to make himself look vulnerable so that it would be easier to endear himself to the man. Who knew that Mr. Liu would be so direct, ask for the culprit, and be so ready to represent him?

He's a good teacher. Chen Ge sincerely thought this Liu Zhengyi was not bad. The Haunted House currently needs someone to manage the mannequins; he looks like the perfect candidate.

After sighing, Chen Ge did not instantly answer Mr. Liu's question. Instead, he whispered, "Sir, I know you mean well, but I cannot say."

"Are you afraid they'll retaliate for being a tattle-tale?" Mr. Liu frowned. "Then have you considered that the more you refuse the resist, the weaker you'll become in their eyes, creating a vicious cycle?"

Chen Ge lowered his head like he was seriously considering what Mr. Liu said.

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