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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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"Before illness, man will appear very small—that is something that I have come to understand recently."

The man kept coughing. It seemed his body could not carry on any longer. "Before this, I was an easily-angered individual, but the illness has slowly worn my edges away. After my battle with it, I've realized how fragile humans are."

"Please stop walking. Why don't you stop and rest? I'll arrive at Jiujiang World Trade Center soon. If you have anything to share, why don't we do that in person?" Chen Ge lied about his location. He signaled at the driver to tell him to drive faster. According to the internet search, the school that was next to the train track was close to Southern Jiujiang, not far from where he was.

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