"It stinks!"

The drunk man has completely woken up from the wine, he covers his mouth and nose, and takes a photo of the kennel with his mobile phone.

To his surprise, there was nothing dirty inside.

"It looks clean, but why does it stink so much? My raw meat is covered and it doesn't smell so bad! ”

Enduring the nausea, the drunk picked up the branch next to him and poked the dirt in the kennel a few times: "There's nothing buried underneath?" Where does the smell come from? How do you feel like you've soaked into the board? ”

The sound of footsteps outside was getting closer, and the drunk took a step back, unable to bear the stench, and climbed into the small building through the window next to him.

"I hope that family of three doesn't lure monsters here." The drunk man faintly regretted why he called the middle-aged man in the first place, didn't this expose his position?

Holding his head in his hand, the drunk squatted under the windowsill, and he pinched himself again: "It's definitely not a dream, what was that just now?" Can you run so fast with just the rest of your head? Is it moving with your jaw? ”

In the drunkard's opinion, the family of three is estimated to be more than lucky, and he is not ready to save the other party: "The passengers in the bus may have been wiped out except for me, no one dares to face that thing, there must be no one to ......"

The brain is still dizzy, and the drunk is scared out of sweat: "What should I do now?" There was no cell phone signal, and I didn't even know where I was, so I just hid here and waited until the fog cleared. ”

Eat a trench and grow wise, and the drunk will no longer dare to run around.

He crouched under the window and waited for a few minutes when he suddenly heard a noise from the door in the courtyard.

"Someone's coming in!"

Holding his breath, the drunkard didn't dare to come out.

He listened with his ears pricked up, and when the door sounded, the courtyard soon became quiet again.

"Just came in and had a look? That monster didn't notice me? The drunkard was clever this time, he didn't look up directly at the window, he was afraid that when he looked up, he would find someone looking in the window.

Turn on the phone, the drunk adjusts the angle, and with the help of the camera function, he watches the courtyard outside.

The door was ajar, and there was no one in the courtyard.

"It's a blessing in disguise." The drunk stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the windowsill as he retrieved his phone.

"Air freshener?" The drunk put the bottle back in place and didn't pay much attention to it.

Straightening up, the drunk finally had time to look around.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that he can hear a sound in his ears, as if a wind chime is ringing.

People in some parts of the countryside have this habit of hanging wind chimes at the door, as long as the wind chimes sound, it means that someone has entered the house.

If it was usual, this sound would be nothing to a drunk, but now it is different, he always feels that something is walking around in the hallway, and it is very fast.

The thought of something else in this room makes his heart pound.

Moving on the floor, the drunk man turned his back to the window, and vaguely felt a sudden darkness behind him, as if the light of the window was obscured by something.

There's a guy standing outside the window?!

This thought came to mind, the drunk's scalp was about to explode, his body froze in place, and the wind chimes in his ears kept ringing, becoming clearer and clearer.

Something is approaching?

The drunk mustered up all the courage to look back, and the window was empty and there was nothing.

"A false alarm?" He retreated to the window, and when his fingers touched the window frame, he felt a little prickly, and with the help of the light of his mobile phone, he found that there was a lot of black dog hair in the gap between the window frame.

"Smack!"

The window on the second floor of the small building creaked open, the drunk's body trembled, and the dog hair in his palm fell to the ground.

He could hear it clearly, the sound of the window opening was above him!

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if someone is deliberately playing tricks on him.

He didn't dare to jump out of the window and leave, and he felt that it was really unsafe to stay inside.

As he struggled, more dog hair fell from the top of his head.

"Why is there so much dog hair?" He remembered the empty kennel in the yard, and the strong stench!

"What the hell is going on?" Not daring to look up, the drunk was not at all curious about what was staring at him on the second floor, and at this time he just wanted to be quiet and alone.

"We can't delay any longer, we have to leave!" As soon as the drunk made this decision in his mind, the door of the courtyard was pushed again, and in the darkness something resembling a mop was stuck in the doorway.

Seeing the face hidden in the rags and black hair, the drunkard's heart seemed to be immersed in ice water.

He didn't even bother to close the window, and hurriedly left the room near the small courtyard.

"Damn, why did he show up at this time?" The drunken man ran into the hallway, the wind chimes came from the end of the hallway, and a few pairs of broken slippers were littered on the floor, and the room was a little messy.

"The dog hair just now fell from the second floor, and there are unclean things on the second floor of this house! I can't go to the second floor, it's better to be a little further away from the stairs too! ”

The drunk took a deep breath to keep himself calm, and he crept into the room furthest from the stairs.

There was an eerie sound on the floor, and the strange singing of children came from somewhere, as if someone had touched a tape recorder left by a dead man, and the room became more and more strange.

"Among the slippers I saw in the corridor just now, there are adults and children, and there may be more than one thing in this room......"

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, the drunk's back was already soaking wet, and his body was cold.

"Hopefully they won't come in."

Gently closing the door, the drunk saw several empty bottles thrown behind the door, similar in appearance to the bottles on the windowsill: "So many air fresheners in the house? ”

He tossed the bottle aside and found a bag of deodorant pills and a lot of perfume in the corner of the room.

"Why is there so much deodorizing stuff? What happened in this house? The drunkard couldn't help but think of the foul-smelling kennel: "The kennel is clean but full of foul smell, and the room where the living live is messy but fragrant, there must be something wrong with it." ”

He glanced left and right, it was supposed to be a young man's bedroom, with some fashion magazines and books on the bed to guide the gym, and dumbbells and scales under the table.

The room looked perfectly normal, but upon closer inspection, the drunkard's heart was enveloped by an indescribable fear.

He opened a drawer at the bottom of his desk, and inside was a thick stack of photographs recording all kinds of animal cruelty, which was chilling to watch.

However, this is not the most terrifying, the drunk continues to scroll down, the top quarter of the photos are of a faceless young man abusing animals, and the remaining three-quarters of the photos are the abused protagonist of the abused young man.