The smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles crashing from the ceiling, someone pacing up and down the corridor, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. The door lock of the bedroom vibrates gently, the tap in the bathroom has been tightened, but it still keeps ticking. Under the bed faintly, it seems that there is a ball rolling around. One by one, the footprints stained with water are constantly emerging on the floor, slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge hid next to the radiator with a kitchen knife. The phone in his hand had just been dialed.
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