The cat hid behind the wooden table, and when I heard the slightly hurried footsteps of the comer, I held my breath a little, and the gun in my hand seemed to be a little heavier than before. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I wasn't sure that the wooden table would completely cover my body, because the lower part of the wooden table was hollowed out, and the visitor could easily see my knees kneeling on the ground and the arms supporting my upper body as long as he squatted down patiently.

And I'm betting on it.

It was the moment he smelled blood and walked around behind his desk.

It was my only chance to get out of the room.

As long as I stood up in an instant, opened the door and rushed out of the room, I was free.

It's not difficult, is it?

"Bang-"

The next moment the door was slammed shut, so to speak, between the door frames.

"Boom-" followed by the sound of something falling on the hard ground.

I frowned in confusion.

Things don't seem quite like what I imagined.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The only sound left in the room was the breathing of a man.

Bang.

Two tones.

He gasped, and I listened to his rapid breathing, as if I could imagine the air pouring into the hollow trachea, brushing the warm trachea wall, with a somewhat hoarse voice in the throat, as if he had just faced the most frightening thing, and after falling into the trap of the predator, he fled in a panic, and who was the prey on him? Fear, panic, even, suffocating death.

I listened to the sound of breathing lingering at the door for a long time, carefully distinguishing, and even a few wisps of air leaking out, as if a certain pipe had opened, but the air that continued to pour in continued to dissipate from that gap, and I tried to grasp the last bit of strength of my life, grasping the air that seemed to be able to save my life, but I could only let it disappear helplessly, accompanied by the temperature of life......

Normal running, even if it is violent, will not have such a breathing sound.

I suppressed my doubts and lowered my body, my left cheek against the floor, looking at the room on my right through the gap under the wooden table.

My skin felt the coldness of the ground, my vision was slightly obscured by the wooden table, and I saw a pair of black men's boots and a pistol thrown next to the door of the room.

There was a man standing in front of the door.

He threw away the gun in his hand.

And the sound of continuous rapid breathing came from the man who stopped in front of the door.

I couldn't see the man's upper body, but from the direction of the tip of his shoe, I could tell that he was leaning his back against the door. The room was filled with his heavy gasps, as if he was gulping in the air of the room, his throat hoarse, as if his trachea had opened, and gas leaked out of it as he breathed.

Did he notice something?

My heart tightened.

I wondered if the other party was aware of the anomaly in the room, but he didn't do anything, just standing behind the door.

Did he notice? The strong smell of blood in the room......

I couldn't help but clench my pistol.

I killed someone with a dagger to escape, I don't know if it was justified defense, but at least now all I have is bloody, I pierced him in the abdomen with a dagger, and pierced his internal organs. And how would his companion react when he found the cold corpse behind his desk?

It's time to take a gamble.

Pistols, my only bargaining chip.

I realized that I had to pre-empt him before he could do anything, and as soon as he smelled the blood in the room, saw the corpse lying in a pool of blood and the dagger thrown next to it, my presence was undoubtedly exposed. For a split second, I gritted my teeth and stared at the black boots, which were identical to the other kidnapper, and made me even more sure of the danger of the situation I was in.

Who is this man?

Is it another kidnapper? Or are they discussing the "boss" who will join forces to kill?

Either way, I can't clash head-on.

Because I can't be sure that the gun in my hand will be able to shoot bullets, and sloppy exposure is undoubtedly the deadliest and most stupid act.

Thinking so, I lowered my breath even more.

"Hiss......"

The visitor seemed to take a deep breath, and I saw a dark liquid dripping down his green trouser leg onto the floor at his feet. I squinted and saw the boots tilt back slightly, widening the distance between them and the door, but it wasn't just a walk, and it wasn't until his calves were getting more and more inclined that I realized he was sitting on the floor against the door.

He lowered his right arm, and I saw that half of it was covered in blood, and his thumb and forefinger had been broken.

Blood, constantly pouring out of the wound.

From a distance, I could make out the eerie little phalanx at the wound and the tearing flesh around it.

I shuddered.

This wound is like a finger that has been torn off with a bite......

It seems like.

Something happened......

On the other side of the door.

My ears were pressed to the floor, and I listened to the sound of his fading breathing, wondering if he was aware of the anomaly in the room, maybe he had something in mind, or maybe he had no time for anything else...... I just watched in silence as blood continued to drip down his clothes onto the floor beneath him, one drop, two drops, and the clothes were visibly soaked in blood and could no longer absorb it.

Silence, mixed with the sound of his slightly feeble breathing.

In this small space.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

An even stronger smell of blood rippled through the air, warm blood poured out, and odor molecules diffused in the air, mixing with the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated, stimulating the disgusting taste in the deepest part of the sense of smell.

Keep watching?

Or do you want to do something?

There was a pain in my lower lip, and I realized that I had unconsciously bit my lower lip.

He was wounded, and, very badly.

It was as if I had reluctantly moved back to the room, and as soon as I closed the door, I had no strength to continue to support my body.

What happened on the other side of the door?

Is it the police?

I pondered.

Wrong.

If it had been a policeman, he would have been able to follow the blood to this room and make some action after he had fled back covered in blood, and now there seemed to be no other movement outside the room, and it would have been a long time to observe the situation out of caution.

So, what kind of power can seriously injure a kidnapper with a gun to this point......

A second.

Two seconds.

Time passed, like a torrent, gradually swallowing out the faint sound of his breathing unconsciously, and I clenched my fists and waited in silence until the last wisp of sound was swallowed up by the silence of the room, as if the last of life's powerless struggles were swallowed up in the deepest depths of darkness, disappearing, annihilating, leaving no trace, as if it had never come.

I propped myself up slightly off the ground, held my pistol, held the wooden table, little by little, slowly propped up my upper body, half kneeled and held my breath, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the door.

Everything in the room, little by little, was revealed as my gaze rose.

I finally saw the full picture, a man also wearing a black shirt and green pants was sitting with his back against the door, his legs straight, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his head hung low, his mouth slightly open, he didn't make any movement, the short blond hair on his forehead was stained with red liquid, blood, no clotted blood dripped down the ends of his hair and fell down his neck, absorbed by the black shirt.

The closer you got, the smell of blood in his room grew stronger.

Kneeling on the ground made my knees a little sore, and I stood up with the heavy gun in my right hand and the couch in my left hand.

Even though I deliberately slowed down, I think I managed to make some movement.

But strangely he didn't look up at me.

Are you still alive?

Or, while waiting for me to be defenseless, grab the pistol that I threw beside me, intending to shoot me in the head?

Holding the gun in both hands, my right index finger was on the trigger and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the man sitting in the doorway with his head bowed.

I wanted to make a little noise, but my throat was hoarse and aching.

One-step.

One-step.

I shifted my steps around the wooden table, gradually closing the distance between us.

It's a small distance, but I've walked a long time.

Holding my breath, all my attention was on the man leaning against the door, trying to see if he made the slightest movement every second.

I stopped in front of the blood that was spreading on the ground, and it wasn't until I stood in front of him to the right that I could really see it all.

But this picture made me gasp.

Seemingly, it was already a corpse.

The head drooped lifelessly, tilted to the left, grinning at the corners of the mouth that had been torn all the way to the ear, the muscles of the neck were torn off from the back of the ear to the collarbone, and the jagged musculature still adhered to a little flesh and fell to the bloody neck. The right side of his black shirt was completely torn apart, and the lower part of his right arm was torn off a piece of musculature, as if he had been pinched by a beast and then bit down a piece of flesh.

I stood there in a daze, my hands shaking a little as I held my pistol, and the closer I got to him, the stronger the disgusting smell of blood became in the air.

He bled to death.

Large areas of muscles and blood vessels were torn.

Out of the instinct of survival, he endured severe pain and fled back here.

But in the end, he didn't survive.

I glanced at the pistol that had fallen beside him, it was probably unused, he couldn't run a long distance from his heavy wounds, so I could assume that the place where he was injured was not far from this room, and since I woke up and heard the gunshots, there was only one possibility......

After leaving the room, he was attacked in some way.

The speed of the attack was so fast that he didn't even have time to defend himself with a pistol.

I looked at him leaning behind the door, his bulging pockets as if he had a walkie-talkie.

……

【…… The intercom signal is not very good, I will go back immediately. 】

[Wait, there seems to be a ...... Zizi ...... Ran over ......]

……

I shudder at the thought of the voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Result.

What do you see......

You want to ask for help, don't you?

You want to live, don't you?

I looked at the muscles of his torn cheek.

Instinctively fleeing from ......

It's been a long, long time since humans have activated such natural instincts.

I took a step back, my head slightly confused for a few seconds.

Damn, what have I experienced in less than an hour?

Wake up from a coma.

Learn that you have been kidnapped.

Killed the kidnappers who tried to strangle me.

I watched a kidnapper die and sit in front of the door......

I stared silently at the shocking wounds on the corpse.

What kind of world is this?

Blood, violence, struggle, despair......

The door against which the corpse was leaning was stained with a large patch of blood, and the blood slipped quietly down the door.

That seems like a good thing, at least, I have one less enemy to deal with......

I lowered my eyes.

But do you know what the world is like outside the room?

A kidnapper with a gun can't resist the danger, and to you, the enemy? Is it a friend?

Can humans create such tearing wounds in an instant? The wound was like the wound of the most ferocious mammal, fanged, bloodthirsty, coming out of the darkest corners, roaring, surging with the deep thirst for blood, the thirst for biting, just looking at it makes people feel creepy.

I silently lowered my hands holding the gun.

For the first time, I felt at a loss.

Dazed, cold.

"Ahh

A sudden scream outside the window interrupted my thoughts.

I instinctively turned my head to look at the window.

Bloodstain.

Dark red blood.

Seeping, little by little, oozing from the glass.

I frowned, leaned slightly and watched warily at the blood that was oozing out.

Blood droplets are becoming more and more visible.

Fusion, gathering.

From the dots, they are gradually connected into lines, and finally into several letters.

I squinted my eyes and couldn't help but breathe.

【Church Library】

The blood word appeared on the window, and the residual blood slipped down the cold glass on the wooden windowsill, as if the sunlight could not penetrate the darkest bloodstains, reflecting the blood under my eyes.