If the door doesn't open, I might even think I'm going to go into shock, and the room is filled with the sound of eating, but there's nothing I can do.

Because I didn't dare to go back and see it.

If there's a rat hole under my feet, I might even be able to get into it, I don't want to be in this environment, I feel like hell on earth.

Woohoo woohoo.

The cat meow behind it sounded more and more miserable, and this painful scream, like a woman giving birth to a child, made people unbearable to listen to it, but they had to listen to it.

I clutched the puppy in my arms tightly.

At this moment, I even feel that this puppy is the one who can get me out of here, like a last straw.

I want to put all my hopes in the puppy.

But the puppy, who looked even more scared than me, was already wet in my arms, and the cold sweat that flowed from the dog's body was like taking a bath for the dog.

When there is no way to escape.

There will not be much difference between humans and animals, because the feeling of despair is the same, and in the face of death, it can be said that all beings are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low.

The dog looked at me with dark eyes.

Maybe in the dog's eyes, I'm also the last hope.

It was at this time that people and dogs became so communicative, as if they had been arranged a long time ago.

Looking at the dog's eager eyes, my heart suddenly felt like a needle pricked, and when you feel that you are needed by other things, an inexplicable power will be silently injected into your body.

Maybe this small detail can change the direction of everything.

I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to turn around, feeling like I had to face whatever was happening behind me.

Because there is no way out, even if it is death, facing it calmly is a noble way to die.

But when I turned around, I regretted it.

For I saw the woman standing in the coffin, holding something in both hands, and the clatter of eating with it to her mouth, and the sound that filled the room was made by this woman.

A person standing in a coffin eating, something that sounded like something strange, just like that, happened alive in front of his eyes.

I calmed down.

Tentatively cried out, "Are you okay?" ”

The woman who ate.

There was no reaction, just eating what was in his hand, as if he had forgotten the existence of this world.

I swallowed.

I tried to calm myself and convince myself that what I saw in front of me was nothing to be afraid of, except that a woman who was eating, a manly husband of herself, how could she be afraid of a woman?

When I think of this, I encourage myself to be brave and go to the front to have a look.

If this woman is a living person, I can also help this woman and get this woman out of the sea of suffering, if that is really the case, then it is a great thing.

I don't like to help others, but at such a critical time, I have to comfort myself with this excuse.

While comforting myself, I strengthened my courage and walked step by step towards the coffin.

When I changed the direction, I finally saw clearly, what the woman was eating in her mouth turned out to be a bloody thing, and the woman's stomach was seriously injured.

I threw up on the spot.

I really can't describe how I felt.

And this woman who is eating, her eyes are always closed, there is no trace of blood on her face, she looks like a dead person, just mechanically doing the action of eating.

Wrong.

The woman didn't eat.

He just tore the contents of his hand with his teeth, and then spit out into the coffin piece by piece.

Why did the woman do this, was it a human or a ghost, why did the torn things spit back, what was inside the coffin, and why was there a cat meow?

This series of questions made me both scared and curious, and after weighing it again, I decided to walk over and see what was inside the coffin.

Holding down his pounding heart, enduring the smell of blood in the air, resisting the feeling of being about to vomit.

I gritted my teeth and rushed to the coffin, looking down into the coffin.

I froze.

Inside the coffin, it was full of cats.

There are about dozens of them, and all of them are black cats, and under these cats, there is a person with blurred flesh and blood, through the recognition of the face, I found that this person is Uncle Gen.

More than an hour ago, the man was still a living person.

Now he is lying in the coffin, looking at the scars on this person's body, all of which were scratched by claws, about thousands.

If the guess is correct, it is all left by the cat.

I froze on the edge of the coffin, not knowing what to do.

The current situation is beyond my imagination for too much, a living person has died like this, a person who looks like a dead person, actually standing in front of him, eating something indescribable in his mouth.

I wonder what my fate will be next?

I only knew that I had seen something I shouldn't have seen, and the cats in the coffin, as if they had discovered my presence, all raised their heads, and countless pairs of eyes looked at me together.

"People are doing, the sky is watching, people's hearts are red, their eyes are black, when people's eyes turn red, their hearts are black!"

The whole house was filled with this kind of sound, and I was almost scared to death, and I regretted that I was left alone, and even more regretted that I was curious to see if I had died like this in this hellish place.

Hahaha.

Just as I was about to step away, a shrill laugh came out of the woman's throat.

I looked up and found that the woman's eyes were open, and like a cat's eye, glowing green, and the puppy in my arms flew over with a whoosh and grabbed the woman's eyes.

After the puppy flew out, it directly scratched the woman's two eyes with lightning speed.

At this time, it is necessary to launch a counterattack, but I didn't expect the puppy to launch a counterattack first.

The woman let out a terrible scream, reached out and slapped the puppy, who flew out like a shooting star, slammed its body into the wall, and slammed it to the floor.

I ran over to pick up the puppy.

Suddenly, dozens of cats in the coffin, as if they had been summoned by something, all jumped out of the coffin, howling and pounced on the puppy.

The puppy just rolled over.

Has been pushed to the ground by two cats.

The cat's paws were like steel knives, and they slashed through them.

The puppy's snow-white body instantly had two more scars, but the puppy was not to be outdone, opened its mouth directly, and bit off the other cat's paw with one mouth.

The cat let out a scream, and the other paws opened again to scratch at the puppy's eyes.

The puppy rolls over.

The body is like a sturdy cheetah, and it bounces up hard.

I reached out and grabbed the puppy in my hand, and ran away with the dog in my arms, when there were all kinds of noises in the room, and the miserable laughter of the woman in the coffin.

The whole world is like a ghost crying wolf.

I can't care about that much.

If I don't run away now, these cats will already be red-eyed, and my puppies and I will be in danger, and I will have to escape from this room, no matter how difficult it is.

I used all my strength.

I finally pulled the door open, and I hurried out of the room with the dog in my arms, not daring to linger any longer, and ran straight out of the yard and into the car.

Dozens of cats chased out of the yard.

Surrounded me and the puppy in the car, I quickly closed all the car doors, and even turned on the stereo to turn up the sound to the maximum, trying to use the car's stereo to drive these crazy cats away.

But no matter what I do, those cats are not affected at all.

The woman's screams, like maggots attached to the bones, followed us closely.