I Fix Air-Conditioner

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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"What is producing that smell‽" The drunkard covered his mouth and nose as he shone his flashlight into the dog house. Out of his expectations, there was nothing inside. "This looks perfectly clean, but if that's the case, why is it so smelly? Even ruined meat wouldn't be this smelly!"

Resisting the urge to vomit, the drunkard picked up the nearby branch to sift through the dirt inside the dog house. "There's nothing buried underneath either, so where is the stench coming from? It smells like the stench has soaked into the wooden boards…"

The echoes of harried footsteps neared. The drunkard took a step back. Unable to stand the smell, he jumped through the open window into the building.

"Hopefully, the family won't lead the monster here." The drunkard started to regret calling the middle-aged man to follow him—that had completely exposed his location, had it not?

Air Fumigants