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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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"Are you kidding? I should know whether he's my husband or not!" Huang Ling thought Chen Ge was joking.

"I looked through his phone earlier, and he called you seven times." Chen Ge lowered his head and kept his hand in his bag.

"Doesn't that show that he's worried about me?" Huang Ling thought that Chen Ge was weird, in more than one respect.

"However, none of the calls were connected. It was a different person who talked to you on the bus."

"A different person?" Huang Ling turned around to look at Chen Ge in shock. "Impossible!"

"Focus on driving." Chen Ge pointed at the road and said, "I have no intention of lying to you; I'm just telling you out of kindness. It's up to you whether to believe me or not."

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