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On the day he moved into Xingfu Community, the security guard didn't ask for his name, but first asked if it had been packed. Seventeenth floor. One hundred points. Be safe and sound. The cracks in the door next door were not exposed, and the express delivery note was yellowed by the sun. However, an anonymous complaint was queued for review: someone was dragging something at night, like someone was dragging someone. The real estate agent said the program is in place. People in the group said the score would be 60 and they would be guided away. Someone admitted to clicking on Anonymous - once it was clicked off, it looked wrong. The man with the bright ribbon smiled and asked: Do you want to suppress the rumor? The empty room was opened, the drag marks were old, the medicine bottle was bottomed out, and the last word on the door control was: Get out. He doesn't believe in ghosts. Just point the recorder towards the wall. There was a reply from the wall. From the inside. Knocked.