Chapter 634: Every House Has a Strange Story
The kitchen is not too big, and the most conspicuous thing is the cabinet, on which there are all kinds of delicious things, but those things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them have been put out.
"Why use cabinets to store food when there is no refrigerator?"
The situation was critical, and the drunk had no time to think about these issues. He rushed to the gas stove and looked at the exhaust fan installed on the wall.
"This exit..."
I don't know if it was intentionally designed by the other party, or the family's habits are rather special. The exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal exhaust fan, and the vent can just accommodate a child crawling in and out.
"There is no window in the kitchen, so a high-power exhaust fan was installed?" The drunk man stepped on the chair, he violently removed the exhaust fan, looked at the vent with a cloudy expression on his face.
This exit is too small for an adult, once it gets stuck, the consequences will be disastrous.
"What should I do?" When the drunk was struggling, he saw the bone-chopping knife on the chopping board, and there were still bones and blood on the blade.
Looking up at the air vent, and looking down at the bone cutter, a strange thought came to the drunk man's mind, as if all of this had been arranged by someone.
The vents look narrow for an adult, but if you break a shoulder blade and smash a hip bone, you should be able to climb out easily.
Reaching for the bone cutter, the handle was sticky, which made the drunk feel sick.
As if to urge him, when he was hesitating, there was the sound of the door being opened in the corridor, as if someone was checking from room to room.
"If you go out from here, you don't know what horrible things you will meet later. If you really cut yourself, you would be a fool." The drunk man held the bone-chopping knife with one hand, bit his lips fiercely, and thought of a way.
"Pretend to escape from the ventilation duct, then hide somewhere, and escape when the owner of the house is checking." The drunk looked around, and finally walked towards the refrigerator.
The kitchen is not too big, but it has a big double refrigerator.
The drunk man opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator, which was filled with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened and some used.
"Isn't that too much?" It was the first time he had seen someone use a refrigerator to store deodorant.
Bending down to open the lower layer of the refrigerator, there are several black plastic bags inside.
"Could it be a corpse?" The drunk had no choice but to hide people in the refrigerator in the kitchen.
He took out the black bag and stuffed it into the upper shelf of the refrigerator. In the process of taking it, a bag was cut open and a dog's head fell out.
"Does it contain dog meat?" In order not to reveal himself, the drunk picked up the dog's head on the ground, but when he stuffed the dog's head into the upper shelf of the refrigerator, he accidentally saw the dog's face.
His eyes were full of fear. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dog's face looked like a human. He couldn't explain the reason, but felt that it was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.
"It's really evil!" Not daring to look at the dog's head again, the drunk man stuffed all the black bags into the upper shelf of the refrigerator.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished working on his side, the kitchen door lock was twisted by someone. After the other party tried a few times and found that it couldn't be opened, the range of motion began to increase.
The door panel shook, and the table behind it also shook.
"We've been found!" The drunk put the chair directly under the vent, then sneaked into the lower layer of the refrigerator with a knife in hand, and closed the refrigerator door.
The wooden door of the kitchen was knocked several times in a row, but it still didn't open. The monster outside the door seemed to give up.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the whole room fell silent in an instant.
The drunk man was shaking from the cold, and he didn't dare to come out, worried that this was a trick set by the other party.
About half a minute later, the sound of footsteps reappeared, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.
The locked door to the kitchen was opened from the inside, and the table was pushed aside.
"It's coming in!"
The drunk man didn't know what the owner of the small building looked like, and he would panic when he thought of the photos taken by the other party.
There were footsteps in the kitchen, and soon the chairs were pushed down, and the owner seemed to be checking.
"I hope I can fool him..." The drunk man had a good idea, but just as he had this idea in his mind, the sound of the refrigerator door being opened could be heard.
The door on the upper floor of the refrigerator was opened, and a large pile of black bags that he had randomly stuffed inside rolled out.
The drunk's face instantly turned pale, and he knew that he had been discovered!
"leave here!"
Maybe it was the bone chopping knife that gave him courage, and the drunk broke open the refrigerator door.
The dog meat all over the place came into view, and the dog's head with the same facial expression as a living person was placed in front of the drunk.
Even if he was mentally prepared, the drunk was still taken aback when he saw this thing.
His eyes shifted, and the drunk looked at the dog's head again, a man of indeterminate age standing in the middle of the dog meat.
He was wearing a dog's fur, and the expression on his face was familiar to the drunk.
"This face looks like the smiling dog in the photo!" He was cold all over, and he used all his strength to get out from the bottom of the refrigerator, and fled without saying a word.
"The expression of a dead dog is similar to that of a human, but the smiling face of a dog in the photo is displayed by a living person." A sentence came to the drunk man's mind. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe it if he was killed: "It's dead. Did the dog take over the body of a living person? Or did the dog and the person switch bodies? Or was it a curse? The curse of the smiling dog?"
The drunk man didn't know what he was thinking, he ran desperately towards the room he entered first.
In the face of something more frightening, something that was previously scary seemed less scary, and the drunk ran into the room, and as he turned the corner he glanced back.
The strange man landed on all fours, chasing after him like a mad dog.
The skin on his face wrinkled together, giving him the exact same smile as the dog in the photo.
After closing the door with his hands, the drunk jumped out of the window and ran out of the two-story building without daring to look back.
It seemed that because he was too scared, the drunk man still didn't stop after he ran out of the small building. He continued to run along the road for more than ten meters, and stopped after making sure that no one was chasing him.
"What kind of monsters are these? Why does it feel like every house hides monsters?"
The blood mist filled the air, and the drunk man stood at the road intersection. He looked around, and suddenly found that the bus that had been parked in the middle of the road had disappeared.
"Did I go in the wrong direction? The car was at the last intersection?" The drunk man stood by the side of the road, he didn't dare to get too close to those buildings: "Compared with buildings, the road is safer. I will go along the road first Go, mark it, the bus should be around here."
The drunk man bent down and walked forward along the road, but before he had gone far, he suddenly saw a person not far in front of him waving at him.
The visibility in the blood mist was very low, and he could only see a rough outline.