The smelly hearse stopped at the door, there was the sound of marbles colliding from the ceiling, someone was pacing back and forth in the corridor, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. The door lock of the bedroom vibrated slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it was still ticking It kept ticking. Under the bed, there seemed to be a ball rolling around. Water-stained footprints kept emerging on the floor, slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge was holding a kitchen knife and hiding in the heating room. Next to the film, the phone in my hand just dialed. Landlord! Is this what you said that the night is a bit lively?! The first group of book friends 819098233; the second group 724779368