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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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Everyone turned to look at Jia Ming. From an observer's point of view, Chen Ge indeed did not have any motive to harm Jia Ming. The police were not fools. Before they captured Jia Ming, they had already investigated his background, and there was no interaction between him and Chen Ge before they met.

He curled backward. After hearing Chen Ge, Jia Ming became even more afraid. "I can't say. If I do, then there is no way I'm leaving this hospital alive! He will kill me here! He will use methods that you can't ever imagine to welcome death. He is the devil, the devil that peels back human skin to feed on their flesh!"

"Stop changing the topic. If you don't give us an honest answer, I will leave you alone to stay in the same room as him," Lee Zheng warned.

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