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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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My House of Horrors

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"Are you blind? Those are not dolls; those are dead bodies! Let me go!" No matter how hard the homeless man tried to struggle, he was unable to escape from Lee Zheng and Tian Lei's grasp. He finally quieted down after a few minutes.

"No wonder he's homeless—the man is mad." The man stopped resisting, so Tian Lei relaxed. However, Lee Zheng acted different from Tian Lei. He took out a handcuff to apprehend the man.

"Hey, Ol' Lee, it's just a mad homeless person. Is that really necessary?"

Lee Zheng kicked the trash next to them aside to reveal several hidden, sharpened metal sticks. "Don't let your guard down. These people could do anything when they're pushed to their edge."

Seeing those hidden weapons, Tian Lei stopped talking. He remembered that the man had been trying to move that way when he was struggling earlier.

"I'm not crazy! I'm trying to save you!" the man screamed stubbornly.

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