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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Terror of unknown origin came and swallowed Zhu Long. His body felt hollowed out as he slowly sank into a dark abyss. He felt deserted ad trapped.

"Calm down!" Chen Ge shook Zhu Long's shoulders with great strength, and finally, the latter's dispersing gaze began to focus. "You're getting better. This time, you didn't faint or scream. So now, what else did you remember?"

"Nothing." Zhu Long was slowly getting used to this. His tone of speech was already different from before. The youthfulness and naivete of youth was disappearing, and in its place was something else. The young man was slowly changing, and he himself did not even realize it.

"Looks like there's not enough stimulus." Certain things could not be pushed. Considering Zhu Long's physical condition, Chen Ge did not pressure him further. "You should keep this pink phone; your memory is locked inside. Most of the content inside it is real, but you have merely forgotten all about it."

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