The kitchen was not that big, and the most eye-catching thing was the cupboard. It was filled with all kinds of delicious food, but they were all wrapped in plastic wrap, and most of them were already spoilt.
"There's a fridge, so why would they use the cupboard to store food?"
The situation was urgent, and the drunkard did not have time to think about these questions. He rushed to the stove and looked at the ventilation fan that was installed on the wall.
"This exit …"
It was unclear whether it was a purposeful design, or this family had a unique habit, but the ventilation fan installed in the kitchen was larger than normal. The vent was just big enough for a child to crawl in and out.
"The kitchen doesn't have a window, so they installed a large ventilation fan?" The drunkard stepped on the chair. He tore the ventilation fan down with brute force. Looking at the vent, his expression wavered.
The exit was too small for an adult. Once it got stuck, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"What should I do?" Just as the drunkard was hesitating, he saw the cleaver that was placed on the chopping board. There were still traces of bone and blood on the blade.
Raising his head to look at the vent and then lowering his head to look at the cleaver, a strange thought appeared in the drunkard's mind. It felt like this was all arranged by someone.
The vent was very narrow for an adult, but if he chopped off his shoulder blades and cracked his hipbone, he should be able to crawl out easily.
He reached out to grab the cleaver. The handle was sticky, and it made the drunkard feel disgusted.
As if to urge him, just as he was hesitating, the sound of doors opening came from the corridor like someone was inspecting the rooms one by one.
"If I leave this place, who knows what kind of scary things I'll run into later? I'd be an idiot if I cut myself down." The drunkard gripped the cleaver with one hand. He bit on his lips and came up with an idea.
"I'll pretend to escape through the ventilation duct and then hide somewhere. When the owner comes to inspect the place, I'll make my escape." The drunkard looked around before walking to the fridge.
The kitchen was not big, but it had a very large double fridge.
The drunkard opened the top layer of the fridge, and it was filled with various deodorants and air fresheners. Some were unopened, and some had been used.
"Isn't this a bit too much?" This was the first time he had seen someone use a fridge to store deodorants.
He bent down to open the bottom layer of the fridge, and there were several black plastic bags inside.
"It can't be a dead body, right?" The drunkard had no other choice. Only the fridge could hide people in the kitchen.
He took out the black bag and shoved it into the top of the fridge. In the process, one of the bags slid open, and a dog's head fell out.
"There's dog meat in it?" To cover his tracks, the drunkard picked up the dog's head from the floor. However, when he shoved the head into the top of the fridge, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the dog's face.
His eyes were filled with fear. The more he looked, the more he felt that the dog's face resembled a human's. He couldn't tell why, but he felt that it was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.
"This is so strange!" Not daring to look at the dog head anymore, the drunkard shoved all the black bags into the top of the fridge.
Bang!
As soon as he was done, the lock on the kitchen door was twisted. After the other party tried a few times and realized that it couldn't be opened, he began to move more forcefully.
The door shook, and the table behind it shook as well.
"We've been discovered!" The drunkard placed the chair directly under the vent, then grabbed the knife and crawled into the lower fridge, closing the door behind him.
The wooden door was slammed several times, but it still wouldn't open. The monster outside the door seemed to have given up.
The footsteps slowly faded away, and the whole room instantly became quiet.
The drunkard was shivering from the cold. He did not dare come out, afraid that this was a trap.
About half a minute later, the footsteps returned, and then there was the sound of a key being pushed into the lock.
The kitchen door that had been locked from the inside was pushed open, and the table was pushed to the side.
"It's here!"
The drunkard had no idea what the owner of the building looked like. Whenever he thought about the pictures that the owner had taken, he would panic.
Footsteps came from the kitchen. Soon, the chair was pushed over, and the owner seemed to be investigating.
"Hopefully, I can trick him …" The drunkard had a good idea, but just as that thought crossed his mind, the sound of the fridge door opening came from beside his ears.
The door on the top of the fridge was pushed open, and the pile of black bags that he had shoved inside tumbled out.
The drunkard's face paled instantly; he knew that he had been discovered!
"Get out of here!"
Perhaps the bone-cleaver gave him the courage, but the drunkard slammed open the fridge door.
A pile of dog meat entered his eyes, and the dog head that had a face that looked like a living person was placed before the drunkard.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, when he saw this, the drunkard was still spooked.
His eyes moved, and the drunkard looked next to the dog head. Standing in the middle of the pile of dog meat was a person of unknown age.
He was wearing a coat of dog skin, and the expression on his face was familiar to the drunkard.
"This face looks like the smiling dog in the picture!" His body was cold, and he used all the energy in his body to crawl out from the bottom of the fridge. Without another word, he ran out the door.
"The dead dog has the same expression as a living person, but the living person has the same smiling face as the dog in the picture." This thought appeared in the drunkard's mind. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it. "Is this a dead dog that has taken over a living person's body? Or has the dog swapped bodies with the human? Or is this some kind of curse? The curse of the smiling dog? "
The drunkard had no idea what was going through his mind. He ran like his life depended on it as he ran toward the room that he had first entered.
In the face of something scarier, the thing that he had been afraid of before did not seem so scary anymore. The drunkard ran into the room, and when he turned the corner, he turned back to look.
The strange man was on all fours, chasing after him like a rabid dog.
The skin on his face was scrunched up, and he revealed a smile that was identical to the dog in the picture.
Slamming the door shut, the drunkard jumped out the window. He did not dare turn back and ran out of the two-story building.
Perhaps due to his fear, the drunkard did not stop even after he ran out of the building. He continued to run down the road for about ten meters, and he only stopped when he was sure that no one was chasing him.
"What kind of monsters are these? How come it feels like every building is hiding monsters? "
The drunkard stood at the intersection. He looked left and right, and he suddenly realized that the bus that was supposed to be parked in the middle of the road had disappeared.
"Did I run in the wrong direction? The bus should have stopped at the previous intersection. " The drunkard stood by the roadside. He did not dare get too close to the buildings. "Compared to the buildings, the road is safer. I'll walk down the road and make some markings. The bus should be around here. "
The drunkard bent down and walked down the road. However, he did not walk for long when he suddenly saw someone waving at him.
The visibility was very low in the blood fog, and he could only see a rough outline.
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