The smelly hearse was parked at the door, the sound of marbles clashing came from the ceiling, someone was pacing back and forth in the hallway, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. 　　The lock on the bedroom door trembled gently, and the faucet in the bathroom had been tightened, yet it still ticked incessantly. 　　Vaguely under the bed, there seemed to be a leather ball rolling around. 　　A water-stained footprint keeps surfacing on the floor and is slowly approaching. 　　At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge held the kitchen knife and hid next to the radiator, the phone in his hand had just dialed. 　　"Landlord! Is this what you meant by a little lively at night?!"