Chapter 632 Why does it feel like everything is everywhere in the room?
"It stinks!"
The drunk man had completely sobered up. He covered his mouth and nose and took photos of the doghouse with his mobile phone.
Contrary to his expectation, there was nothing dirty inside.
"It looks very clean, but why is it so smelly? Even if the raw meat in my house is covered, it doesn't have such a big smell!"
Holding back his nausea, the drunk man picked up a branch nearby and poked the soil in the doghouse a few times: "There's nothing buried underneath? Where did the smell come from? It feels like it's soaked into the wooden board.
Already?"
The chaotic footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and the drunk man took a step back. He couldn't bear the stench, so he climbed into the small building through the window next to him.
"I hope that family of three won't lead the monster here." The drunkard vaguely regretted why he asked the middle-aged man to come with him in the first place. Didn't this reveal his position?
The drunk man squatted under the window sill with his hand on his head. He pinched himself again: "It must not be a dream. What on earth was that thing just now? Can it run so fast with just its head left? Is it moving with its jaws?"
From the perspective of the drunkard, the family of three is probably in danger, and he is not prepared to save each other: "Except for me, all the passengers in the bus may have been wiped out. No one dares to face that thing. There must be no one."
people……"
His head was still dizzy, and the drunk man was so frightened that he broke into a sweat: "What should I do now? There is no signal on my mobile phone, and I don't even know where I am. Forget it, just hide here and wait until the fog dissipates."
A lesson learned, and a drunkard no longer dared to run around.
He squatted under the window and waited for a few minutes when he suddenly heard a sound from the yard door.
"Someone's coming in!"
Hold your breath, even a drunkard would not dare to breathe.
He listened carefully, and after the sound from the door, the yard quickly became quiet again.
"Just came in for a look? Didn't the monster notice me?" The drunkard was smarter this time. He didn't look up directly out of the window. He was also afraid that when he looked up, he would find someone looking through the window.
Turning on the phone, the drunk man adjusted the angle and used the camera function to look at the yard outside.
The door was ajar, and there was no one in the yard.
"This is a blessing in misfortune." The drunk man stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the window sill while taking back his cell phone.
"Air freshener?" The drunk man put the bottle back in its place without paying much attention.
Straightening up, the drunk man finally had time to look around.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he could hear a vague sound in his ears, like wind chimes ringing.
People in some places in the countryside have this habit of hanging wind chimes at the door. As long as the wind chimes make a sound, it means that someone has entered the house.
Normally, this sound would be nothing to the drunkard, but it was different now. He always felt that something was walking around the entrance, and at a very fast speed.
Just thinking about something else in this room made his heart beat fast.
The drunk man's footsteps moved on the floor. His back was to the window, and he vaguely felt that there was a sudden darkness behind him, as if the light in the window was blocked by something.
There's a person standing outside the window?!
This thought came to mind, and the drunk man's scalp was about to explode. His body froze in place, and the sound of wind chimes kept ringing in his ears, becoming more and more clear.
Is something approaching?
The drunk man mustered up all his courage and looked back. There was nothing in the window.
"A false alarm?" He retreated to the window, and when his fingers touched the window frame, he felt a little prickly. Using the light of his mobile phone, he found that there were a lot of black dog hairs in the gaps between the window frames.
"Snapped!"
The window on the second floor of the small building was pushed open with a creak. The drunk man's body trembled, and the dog hair on his palm fell to the ground.
He heard clearly, the sound of opening the window was right above his head!
I don't know if this is a coincidence or if someone is deliberately teasing him.
He didn't dare to jump out of the window and felt that it was really unsafe to stay inside.
As he struggled, more dog hair fell from his head.
"Why is there so much dog hair?" He thought of the empty kennel in the yard and the strong smell!
"What's going on?" He didn't dare to look up. The drunk man was not at all curious about what was staring at him on the second floor. At this time, he just wanted to be alone.
"We can't delay it any longer, we have to leave!" Just as the drunk man made this decision in his mind, the door to the yard was pushed open again, and something similar to a mop got stuck in the door in the dark.
Seeing the face hidden among the rags and black hair, the drunk man's heart felt as if it had been dipped in ice water.
He didn't even bother to close the window and hurriedly left the room near the courtyard.
"Damn it, why did he show up at this time?" The drunk man ran into the corridor. The sound of wind chimes came from the end of the corridor. There were a few pairs of damaged slippers scattered on the floor. The room was a bit messy.
"The dog hair just fell from the second floor. There are also unclean things on the second floor of this house! I can't go to the second floor. It's best to stay away from the stairs!"
The drunk man took a deep breath to keep himself calm, and he quietly entered the room farthest from the stairs.
There was a weird sound coming from the floor, and a child's strange singing voice came from nowhere, as if someone had touched a tape recorder left by a dead person, and the room became more and more weird.
"Among the slippers I saw in the corridor just now, there are adults' and children's slippers. There may be more than one thing in this room..."
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The drunk man's back was soaked and his body was very cold.
"Hopefully they won't come in."
After closing the door gently, the drunk man saw several empty bottles thrown behind the door, which looked similar to the bottles on the windowsill: "There are so many air fresheners in the house?"
He threw the bottle aside and found bags of deodorant pills and a lot of perfume in the corner of the room.
"Why are there so many deodorizing things? What happened in this house?" The drunkard always couldn't help but think of the smelly kennel: "The kennel is very clean but full of stench. Living people live in it.
The room is a mess but the smell is fragrant. There must be something wrong here."
He glanced around and saw that this should be a young man's bedroom. There were some fashion magazines and fitness guide books thrown on the bed, and there were dumbbells and a scale under the table.
The layout of the house seemed normal, but after a careful search, the drunk man's heart was shrouded in an unspeakable fear.
He opened the bottom drawer of his desk. Inside was a thick stack of photos, recording various scenes of animal abuse. It was horrifying to see.
However, this was not the scariest thing. The drunkard continued to scroll down. The top quarter of the photos showed a faceless young man abusing animals. In the remaining three-quarters of the photos, the protagonist who was abused became