"Are these people abusing animals, or are animals abusing people?"
The drunkard looked at the pictures, and the cruel images made him uncomfortable.
He placed the pictures back into the drawer before he finished them. When he pulled his hands back, he suddenly felt something sticky on his palms.
With the help of the flashlight, the drunkard's eyelids twitched. The hand that he used to flip through the pictures was covered in dark red blood.
"Other than the pictures, I haven't touched anything! Could this blood have come from the pictures? "
Standing alone in the eerie building, there seemed to be something running back and forth in the corridor. The wind chime tinkled, and there was a human-headed monster that looked like a mop in the yard.
In this situation, the drunkard did not dare to leave the room.
"The monster that dropped dog hair on the windowsill is on the second floor. This room is the furthest from the stairs, so it should be the safest room."
He did not dare leave, afraid that the monster would be standing outside once he opened the door.
However, staying inside the room made him panic. "How could there be blood leaking out from the pictures? My hand probably accidentally brushed against the drawer. Perhaps there's a hidden compartment inside the drawer. "
Gathering his courage, the drunkard took out the drawer at the bottom of the table and placed it on the ground.
This time, he saw it clearly. There were only pictures inside the drawer.
"Did the blood really come from the pictures?" His attempt in real life had been turned upside down. His hair stood on end, and he had the urge to leave the room.
His eyes fell on the pictures, and the drunkard noticed something strange.
All the photos of people being tortured didn't show the faces of people, but in all the photos of animals being tortured, when the animals were dying, there would always be a hand strangling the animals' necks, as if they were showing off trophies, revealing the animals' faces.
"What a monster." Perhaps it was because he had looked at the pictures for a long time, but the drunkard realized that all the animals in the pictures seemed to be smiling.
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of expression on a dog's face. They should be smiling, right? A dog that can smile? " The drunkard shivered. He did not dare get close to the pictures on the ground. He looked around, and the longer he stayed in this room, the scarier it became. "For some reason, this building is scarier than the previous one."
Placing his hand on the bed sheet, the drunkard wanted to wipe away the blood on his palm, but when his fingers moved, he felt like he was touching something.
After hesitating for a while, he lifted the bedsheet, and a strong stench assailed his nostrils.
On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of solidified human blood.
Just from the shape of the mattress, it could be seen that the victim had died a painful death. Blood spurted out from the stomach, as if it had been pounced on by some wild beast and then bitten through the neck and stomach.
The drunkard was just a salesman. He had never seen such a scene before.
His body seemed to have been petrified, and his brain could not control his body at all.
His scalp went numb, and there was a gust of air rushing out of his lungs. At the last moment, he bit his hand to prevent himself from screaming.
"Someone died in this room! Right here on this bed! "
These two thoughts flashed through his mind, and he did not dare to stay there any longer. For people who lived in a peaceful era, this was the closest a drunkard had ever been to words like death and murder.
His eyes trembled, and it took him a long time to react. He tossed the bedsheet aside.
His eyes looked down, and the faces of the animals in the pictures were imprinted in his mind. "That dog is smiling, that dog is really smiling! I'm not mistaken! "
The drunkard was so scared that he was losing his mind, but that was not his fault. He had taken the bus drunk, and when he woke up, it felt like the world had changed.
Everything here was something that he had not encountered before, not even in his nightmares.
"I have to leave; I can't stay here any longer!"
The drunkard leaned against the wall and walked to the window. He gripped the curtain, but he did not have the courage to pull it back. He was really scared.
"Zhi zhi …"
With hesitation in his heart, the drunkard's legs were shaking. But sometimes, things were strange. The more afraid you were, the more strange things would happen. It was as if they knew the human heart's weakness.
A strange sound came from somewhere in the room, like a mouse chewing on something.
"It sounds like it's coming from under the bed …"
The drunkard did not do that. He squatted down to look under the bed, and when the sound got louder, he pulled the curtain open.
The bedroom window was already half open. Through the glass, when the drunkard looked out, a face was also looking in.
Black hair that was stuck together like rags fell down, and the thin, pale face tried to squeeze into the room!
Pa!
The drunkard slammed the window shut with all his strength. The sound was loud, and his mind was blank. Closing the window earlier was a subconscious action.
Through the thin glass, the human head stuck to the window. The cracked mouth slowly opened, and the broken teeth knocked against the glass like it was saying, "I've finally found you."
Locking the window, the drunkard felt like he had used up all his energy. He collapsed to the ground and lifted his head to look at the human head outside the window.
Before he could recover, his pants were soaked with something, and the cold and sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.
He was still in shock. He looked down and realized that he was sitting on top of the pictures, and a pool of blood was spreading on his pants.
Widening his eyes, the drunkard saw that in all the pictures of animals being tortured, the animals' heads were missing, and black and red blood was leaking out from the animals' severed necks.
The drunkard felt like he was suffocating. He scrambled to stand up.
Bang! Bang!
The human head slammed into the window. The drunkard did not dare to look back. He pushed himself up and ran out of the room.
"Help, help, where are the others?" He came to the corridor and wanted to find another room to hide, but when he came out, he saw a shadow crawling at the corner of the second-floor staircase.
It looked like a dog, but it also looked like a human!
"What's that?"
Not daring to get close to the stairs, the drunkard turned to hide in another room.
Without looking, he closed the door. After locking it, he leaned against the door and gasped for air.
For a normal person, the fact that he was not scared out of his wits was already a testament to his mental fortitude.
"No, I need to run out and meet up with the others!" The drunkard thought about the other passengers. He pushed the table to the back of the door and started to look around the room.
There was a gas stove, a refrigerator, and a large cupboard.
"Is this where they cook?"
The drunkard looked around, and sweat poured down his forehead. He ran into the kitchen of the two-story building, but the kitchen had no windows.
"It's over."
The sound of glass shattering came from outside, and the wind chimes in the corridor grew louder. The drunkard refused to give up. Driven by his strong will to survive, he started to rummage through the kitchen for something useful.
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