The kitchen is not very large, and the most conspicuous thing is the cupboard, on which are all kinds of delicious things, but those things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them have been damaged.

"Why use cupboards to store food when you don't need a refrigerator?"

The situation was critical, and the drunk didn't have time to think about them, so he rushed to the side of the gas stove and looked at the exhaust fan installed on the wall.

"This exit ......"

I don't know if it was deliberately designed by the other party, or if the family's habits are more special, the exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal exhaust fan, and the vent is just enough to accommodate a child to climb in and out.

"The kitchen doesn't have windows, so there's a high-powered exhaust fan?" The drunk stepped on the chair, he violently removed the exhaust fan, and looked at the vent, his face was cloudy.

This exit is too small for an adult, and if it gets stuck, the consequences are unimaginable.

"What should I do?" While the drunk was struggling, he saw a bone chopping knife on the board, and there were still bone residues and blood on the blade.

Looking up at the vents, looking down at the bone chopping knife, a very strange thought appeared in the drunkard's heart, as if someone had arranged it.

The vents may seem narrow for adults, but if you break your shoulder blades and smash your hips, you should be able to climb out easily.

Reaching out and grabbing the bone chopping knife, the handle was sticky, which made the drunk feel very disgusted.

As if to urge him, as if to urge him, the sound of the door being opened came from the hallway, as if someone was looking into the room.

"From here, I don't know what horror I will encounter in the back, if I really cut myself, then I would be a fool." The drunk grabbed the bone chopping knife with one hand, and he bit his lip fiercely and thought of a way.

"Disguised as escaping through a ventilation duct, then hiding somewhere, and escaping while the owner of the house was looking." The drunk looked left and right, and finally walked to the refrigerator.

The kitchen is not huge, but it has a large double refrigerator.

The drunk opened the upper layer of the refrigerator, which was stuffed with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened and some used.

"That's too much, isn't it?" It was the first time he had ever seen someone use a refrigerator to fill deodorant.

Stooping down to open the floor below the refrigerator, there were several black plastic bags inside.

"It can't be a corpse, right?" The drunk can't help it, only the refrigerator in the kitchen can hide people.

He took out the black bag and stuffed it into the upper layer of the refrigerator, and in the process of taking it, one of the bags was cut open and a dog's head fell out.

"Dog meat in it?" In order not to be exposed, the drunk picked up the dog's head on the ground, but as he stuffed the dog's head into the upper layer of the refrigerator, he accidentally saw the dog's face.

His eyes were full of fear, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dog's face looked very similar to a human, and he couldn't tell why, so he felt that it was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.

"It's really evil!" Not daring to make eye contact with the dog's head again, the drunk stuffed all the black bags into the upper layer of the refrigerator.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished it, the kitchen door lock was twisted, and after the other party tried several times and found that it couldn't be opened, the range of action began to increase.

The door shook, and the table behind it shook.

"Discovered!" The drunk placed the chair directly under the vent, then slipped into the lower level of the refrigerator with a knife and closed the door.

The wooden door of the kitchen was knocked several times in a row, but it still did not open, and the monster outside the door seemed to give up.

The footsteps faded away, and the room fell silent for a moment.

The drunk man shivered from the cold, and he didn't dare to come out, worried that this was a trap given to him by the other party.

After about half a minute, footsteps reappeared, followed by the sound of a key inserting into the lockhole.

The kitchen door was unlocked from the inside, and the table was pushed aside.

"It's in!"

The drunk man didn't know what the owner of the small building looked like, and he would panic just by thinking of the photos taken by the other party.

Footsteps rang out in the kitchen, and soon the chairs were pushed over, and the owner of the house seemed to be looking.

"I hope I can fool him......" The drunkard had a good idea, but just as the thought came to his mind, the sound of the refrigerator door being opened was heard in his ears.

The door to the upper level of the refrigerator was opened, and a large pile of black bags that he had haphazardly stuffed inside rolled out.

The drunkard's face instantly turned a miserable white, and he knew that he had been discovered!

"Get out of here!"

It may have been the boning knife that gave him the courage to break open the refrigerator door with the drunk.

The dog meat in the first place came into view, and the dog's head with the same facial expression as a living person was placed in front of the drunkard.

Even if he was mentally prepared, the drunk was still startled when he saw this thing.

His eyes moved, and the drunk looked at the dog's head again, and in the middle of a field of dog meat stood an unremarkable age.

He was dressed in a dog's skin, and the expression on his face was familiar to the drunk.

"This face looks like the smiling dog in the photo!" He was cold, and with all his strength, he got out of the lower layer of the refrigerator, and fled without saying a word.

"The expression of a dead dog is similar to that of a human, but the living person has the smiling face of the dog in the photo." The drunkard had such a sentence in his mind, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it: "Is it the dead dog that occupies the body of a living person?" Or did dogs and people swap bodies? Or is it a curse? The curse of the smiley dog? ”

The drunken man didn't know what he was thinking, and he ran to the room he had entered first.

In front of something more frightening, what he had been afraid of before didn't seem so terrifying, and the drunk ran into the room, and when he turned the corner, he glanced back.

The strange man fell on all fours, like a mad dog.

The skin on his face wrinkled together, revealing the exact same smile as the dog in the photo.

Shaking his hand and closing the door, the drunk jumped out of the window and left, he didn't dare to turn his head back, and ran out of the two-story building directly.

It seemed that because he was too scared, the drunk man still didn't stop after running out of the small building, he continued to run along the road for more than ten meters, and only stopped after making sure that no one was chasing him.

"What kind of monsters are these? How does it feel like every house is hiding monsters? ”

The blood mist was filled, and the drunk man was standing at the intersection of the road, he looked left and right, and suddenly found that the bus that had been parked in the middle of the road was gone.

"Am I running in the wrong direction? The car is at the last intersection? The drunk man stood on the side of the road, not daring to get too close to the buildings: "Compared to the buildings, the road is safer." I'll just walk along the road and sign it, the bus should be around here. ”

The drunken man bent down and walked down the road, but before he had gone far, he suddenly saw a man beckoning to him not far ahead.

Visibility was low in the blood mist, and he could only see a rough outline.