The funeral car, with its peculiar scent, came to a halt in front of the entrance. The sound of pebbles echoed through the ceiling as they bounced around. Footsteps could be heard approaching from the hallway, and there was a distinct noise of sawing coming from the neighboring room. The doorknob to the room shook slightly, and even though it had been tightly screwed shut, the faucet in the bathroom continued to drip incessantly. Underneath the bed, a rubber ball rolled on its own, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Wet footprints began to appear one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge gripped a cleaver tightly as he crouched behind the room's heater. After numerous attempts, he finally managed to get through to the landlord. "Is this what you meant by the house being a bit crowded at night?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear.
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