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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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"What is going on in here‽" Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng, who had been guarding the door, burst into the autopsy room when they heard the commotion. Once they got in, they saw Zhu Long, who seemed to be possessed.

"Come and help!" With Zhang Ju's help, Chen Ge pressed Zhu Long to the ground. The young man was young, but he was quite powerful. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, and he resisted with all his might. They were being too loud, and the building manager would arrive soon enough.

"We will leave via the cargo lift and bring him to the medic room." Chen Ge had the limping Wang Yicheng lead the way while he, Zhou Tu, and Zhang Ju suppressed Zhu Long as they headed toward the lift.

"Sir, what happened to Zhu Long for him to become like this? Is there something wrong with him mentally?" Zhou Tu's reluctance to part way intensified. He felt uneasy being in their company.

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