As soon as Scott's words fell, Carly in the utility room also let out an exclamation.

They hurried over as Carly rushed out of the utility room.

She looked at the few people outside, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

"Hair, a lot of hair in there."

"Let's get out of here right now." Ethan made a decision immediately.

The three of them nodded hurriedly, and now the situation was obvious, this was a foot into the den of a murderer.

If they knew about this, they would probably vomit on the spot.

He also had a certain guess in his heart, which was a joke by Daria, that they had really met a terrifying ogre.

Just as a few people were hurriedly trying to go out, there was the sound of a car outside.

Ethan stopped the crowd and flew to the window, peering through the gap in the curtains.

A few pickup trucks and an old truck appeared on the road ahead, shutting down towards them.

At the end of the convoy, followed by a trailer, he looked intently at the Chevrolet SUV and white station wagon behind them.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, Francine and Evan, who didn't leave with them just now, must have been less lucky.

He turned around, ignoring everyone's panicked looks, and quickly scanned the room.

Ethan's gaze stopped, and he reached out to the large wooden bed.

"Hurry up, get under the bed."

At this time, rushing out of the house with a group of unarmed people is looking for death.

You can only hide first, and then find a way.

Scott lay on the ground and looked at the bottom of the bed, which was filthy and cobwebs, and he was still hesitating when Jesse kicked him in.

The others followed one after another, quickly burrowing under the wooden bed.

Ethan looked around the room to make sure it was as furnished as they had when they first entered, so he unfastened his backpack and threw it in, then leaned down and rolled under the bed.

There were too many people crammed inside, and his current position was too reluctant to be easily spotted.

Hearing the sound of the car closing outside, Ethan hurriedly shouted in a low voice:

"A little bit inside."

Scott could only close his eyes and lean against the cobwebs against the wall, Jesse and Daria pressed close together.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and they were walking up the porch.

Carly was anxious and pinched Ethan.

He no longer hesitated, his arm was forced, and he turned over directly.

As soon as it was quiet inside, the door was pushed open.

The room was instantly lively, but the people under the bed held their breath.

Ethan lay on top of Carly, silently counting the feet that came into view.

It wasn't until thirteen that no one walked in.

There were thirteen of them, and there was no chance of winning the situation.

Ethan pressed his palm to Carly's mouth, and winked at Daria, who couldn't make any movement at this point.

Daria understood and covered each other's mouths with Jesse.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and several people walked towards this side at the same time, followed by a muffled thud, and the heavy object fell to the ground.

Ethan felt Carly shake all over her body and her heart beat violently.

He could only cover Carly's mouth so that she would not make the slightest sound.

Carly's eyes instantly moistened, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

More than a meter away from them, Francine fell to the ground

The only eye she had left stared blankly at her friends under the bed.

In the other eye, the arrow protruded, and blood slid down the shaft of the arrow to the ground.

Ethan's hand covering Carly's mouth was so hard that he slammed her face inward.

The scene in front of him is too terrifying for students who have not yet walked out of the school gate.

Several people inside also noticed Francine who fell to the ground.

Their whole bodies stiffened, and the hands covering their mouths used all their strength, and then they closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at them again.

A deep voice rang out, "You idiot, can you be careful." ”

"It's okay, it needs to be cleaned anyway."

Another voice rang out, and listening to them, there was a sense of dullness.

"Hurry up and carry her in and get ready to eat."

Another deep voice rang out.

"Okay, big head."

The echoes rang out one after another, and then Francine was lifted up by several large hands and walked inside.

After a while, the people just now hurriedly walked outside, and then returned with heavy steps.

A hand fell weakly and dragged it to the ground.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, the hand ornament on it was familiar to him, and the owner of the hand ornament had been cleaned up by him not long ago.

He sighed softly, and neither Francie nor Evan could escape.

The people in the house sat around the table as if they had finished hunting.

A woman's voice rang out, and plates collided.

"Liquor, whiskey."

"Okay."

Muffled cheers rang out, and from time to time someone slapped the table.

Soon, they were snoring and drinking, and from time to time they let out a strange laugh.

It wasn't long before the sound of cars outside the house was heard again.

The door was pushed open, and slow footsteps rang out.

"Oliver."

The chairs moved, and the dozen or so people who were eating stood up one after another, stammering and greeting the visitors.

The visitor stopped and shouted indistinctly, "You bastards, you can't do things, but eating is very positive." ”

"Big head, speak."

Hearing someone talking, Ethan and Daria glanced at each other, it was the voice of the old man at the gas station.

There was silence in the room for a while, and the deep voice of the person in charge of the command just now sounded again, and he said slowly:

"We searched along the road and didn't see the other people you mentioned."

"Don't worry, wait and rest for a while, we will continue to search in the afternoon, there are people on the way in, there are forests for dozens of miles around, how many years, no one can escape."

Oliver walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, "You know, when you arrange roadblocks in the future, you still have to be careful, the car is not good to sell if it is damaged." “

A woman's voice rang out, and she said flatteringly, "Oliver, this is the most tender place for you. ”

Their lunch ended quickly, and the others left.

Ethan poked his head out quietly, and two women were tidying up at the dining table.

A stout man with a thick head stood at a wooden table on the side of the stove, brandishing the machete in his hand.

With each chopping sound, Carly shivered beneath her.

After a while, the big head stopped what he was doing, and Ethan quickly withdrew his head.

Soon, a wheezing sound sounded, a strong smell of blood approached, the footsteps in the house were chaotic, and several people moved towards the wooden bed,

The wooden bed shook violently, and dust fell from the bed board.

The planks creaked.

(End of chapter)