"Is this a human being abusing an animal, or is an animal abusing a human?"

The drunk looked at the pictures, and the cruel images on them made him uncomfortable.

He didn't finish it all before he put it back in the drawer, and when he withdrew his hands, he suddenly felt like his palms were sticky.

With the help of the mobile phone lighting, the drunk's eyelids jumped sharply, and the hand on which he flipped the photo was all black and red blood.

"I haven't touched anything but photos! Could this blood have come out of the picture? ”

Standing alone in the deserted gloomy building, something seemed to run back and forth in the hallway, wind chimes chimes chimes, and a human-headed monster shaped like a mop in the courtyard outside the house.

In this case, the drunk simply did not dare to leave the room casually.

"The monster who sprinkled dog hair on the windowsill just now is on the second floor, and this room is the farthest from the stairs, which is considered the safest room."

He didn't dare to leave, fearing that as soon as he opened the door, the monster would be standing outside.

But staying in the house, he panicked in his heart: "How can blood seep out of the photo?" I guess my hand rubbed somewhere in a drawer, maybe there's a compartment hidden in it. ”

Gathering courage, the drunk took out the bottom drawer of the desk and placed it on the floor.

This time he saw it clearly, and there were only photos in the drawer.

"Is the blood really coming out of the picture?" The real-life attempt is subverted, and his hair stands upside down, with an urge to leave the room.

Eyes fell on those photos, and the drunk noticed something very strange.

All the photographs of cruelty to the living do not capture the face of the human being, and in all the photographs of animal cruelty, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand around the animal's neck, as if showing the trophy, revealing the animal's face.

"What a pervert." I don't know if it was because I had been looking at it for a long time, or for other reasons, but the drunk noticed that all the animals in those pictures seemed to be laughing.

"It's the first time I've seen a dog with such a look on their face, they must be smiling, right? A laughing dog? The drunk shuddered, he didn't dare to get close to the pictures on the ground, and the longer he looked around, the more terrifying this room seemed to become: "I always feel that this building is more terrifying than the one just now." ”

With his hand on the sheet, the drunk tried to wipe the blood off his palm, but when he pressed his fingers, it seemed that he had touched something.

He hesitated, lifted the sheets, and a strong stench came to his nose.

On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of blood in the shape of a human that had already congealed.

Just from the shape of the mattress, it can be seen that the victim died in pain, and the blood began to shoot from the stomach in all directions, as if it had been pounced on by some wild beast, and then bitten through the neck and stomach.

The drunk man is just a businessman, he has never seen this meeting.

The body is as if it is petrified, and the brain can't control the body at all.

His scalp was numb, and there was a breath in his lungs pushing outward, and he bit his hand in the last moment, so that he didn't scream.

"Someone died in the room! It's in this bed! ”

These two thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and he didn't dare to stay here, for a person who lived in a time of peace, this was the closest a drunk had come to words like death and murder.

His eyes trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to react, and he threw the sheet in his hand aside.

Looking at his feet, the faces of the animals in the photo came to mind: "That dog is smiling, that dog is really smiling!" I read that right! ”

The drunk man was already a little nervous, but he really didn't blame him, he was drunk and took a hearse, and the world seemed to be different after waking up.

Everything here was something he hadn't encountered before, not even in his nightmares.

"Gotta leave, never stay here!"

The drunk leaned against the wall and walked to the window, holding the curtain in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to open it, he was really frightened.

"Squeak ......"

The heart hesitates, the drunkard's legs are trembling, but sometimes it's just weird, the more scared you are, the more strange things will happen, they seem to know the weakness of the human heart.

There was a strange noise somewhere in the room, like rats gnawing on something.

"It seems to come from under the bed......"

The drunken man did not die, crouched down and looked under the bed, and when the sound became louder, he directly opened the curtains.

The bedroom window had been halfway open, and through the glass, a face was also looking in when the drunk man looked out.

The black hair that stuck together like rags fell down, and the thin and pale face began to squeeze desperately into the room!

"Smack"

The drunk man slammed the window shut with all his strength, the sound was very loud, his mind was blank, and the action of closing the window just now was his subconscious behavior.

Through the thin glass, the erect head was pressed against the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the broken teeth collided against the glass, as if to say—I finally found you.

Locking the window, the drunk felt that he had exhausted all his strength, and he sat down on the ground, looking up at the human head erected outside the window.

Before he could come back to his senses, his pants were soaked by something, and the cold and sticky feeling made people uncomfortable.

Shocked, he glanced down to see himself sitting on the picture, a cloud of blood spreading across his pants.

With his eyes wide, the drunk saw that in the pictures of all the animals on the ground being abused, the heads of the animals were missing, and black and red blood was oozing from the broken necks of the animals.

The drunk almost suffocated, and he crawled to his feet.

"Bang! Boom! ”

The window was hit by a head, and the drunk didn't dare to look at it, so he propped up his body and ran out of the house.

"Help, help, where are the others?!" He came to the corridor and wanted to change his room to hide, but as soon as he came out, he saw a dark shadow lying on the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Like a dog, like a man!

"What's that?"

Not daring to approach the stairs, the drunk turned and hid in another room.

He didn't look at it, he just closed the door, locked it, leaned against the door, and gasped for air.

For an ordinary person, he has not been frightened crazy, and he is already psychologically strong.

"No, you have to run out and join the others!" The drunken man remembered the good of the other passengers, and he pushed the table behind the door and began to look around the room.

Gas stove, fridge, and a large cupboard.

"This is where they cook?"

The drunken man looked around, the sweat on his forehead running down wildly, and he ran into the kitchen of this small two-story building, which had no windows to the worst thing.

"It's over."

The sound of glass breaking outside, the wind chimes in the hallway getting louder and louder, the drunk man was unwilling to give up, and driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to rummage through the kitchen to find useful things.