The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles bouncing on the ceiling echoed. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and someone seemed to be sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom continued to drip even after Chen Ge had screwed it shut.A rubber ball 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 had been trying to make finally connected. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’?”