"Is this people abusing animals, or animals abusing people?"
The drunk man looked at those photos, and the cruel scenes on them made him feel very uncomfortable.
He put the photos back into the drawer without reading them all. When he took his hands back, he suddenly felt his palms were sticky.
With the help of mobile phone lighting, the drunk man's eyelids twitched suddenly, and the hand he was flipping through the photos was covered in black and red blood.
"I haven't touched anything except photos! Did this blood come from the photos?"
Standing alone in a deserted and eerie small building, something seemed to be running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chime was ringing softly, and there was a mop-shaped human-headed monster in the yard outside the house.
In this case, the drunkard would not dare to leave the room casually.
"The monster that sprinkled dog hair on the window sill just now is on the second floor. This room is farthest from the stairs and is considered the safest room."
He didn't dare to leave, fearing that when he opened the door, the monster would be standing outside.
But staying in the room, he felt panicked: "How could there be blood seeping out in the photo? It should be that my hand accidentally rubbed somewhere in the drawer. Maybe there is a mezzanine hidden in the drawer."
Gathering up his courage, the drunk man took out the bottom drawer of the desk and placed it on the floor.
This time he saw clearly that there were only photos in the drawer.
"Did the blood really flow from the photo?" His attempts in real life were overturned. His hair stood on end, and he had an urgent urge to leave the room.
When his eyes fell on those photos, the drunk man discovered something very strange.
In all the photos of torture of living people, no human face is captured, but in all the photos of animal abuse, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand pinching the animal's neck, as if to display a trophy, and the animal's face is exposed.
"What a pervert." I don't know whether it was because he had been looking at it for a long time or for other reasons, but the drunk man found that all the animals in the photos seemed to be smiling.
"This is the first time I have seen such an expression on a dog's face. They must be laughing, right? Dogs that can laugh?" The drunk man shuddered. He did not dare to get close to the photos on the ground and glanced around.
The longer I stayed in the room, the scarier it seemed: "I always feel that this building is scarier than the one just now."
Putting his hand on the bed sheet, the drunk man wanted to wipe away the blood on his palm, but when he pressed his fingers hard, he seemed to touch something.
He hesitated again and again, then lifted the sheets, and a strong stench hit his nostrils.
On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of human-shaped blood that had already solidified.
Just from the shape of the mattress, you can probably tell that the victim died in pain. Blood started to spurt from the belly to all sides. It seemed that it was knocked down by some wild beast and then bitten through the neck and belly.
The drunkard was just a businessman, he had never seen such a scene.
The body seems to be petrified, and the brain cannot control the body at all.
His scalp was numb and there was a rush of air in his lungs. He bit his hand at the last moment to prevent himself from screaming.
"Someone died in this room! On this bed!"
These two thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and he did not dare to stay here any longer. For people living in peaceful times, this was the closest a drunkard could get to words like death and murder.
His eyes trembled slightly, and it took him a while to react, and he threw the sheets aside.
Looking down at my feet, the faces of the animals in the photo came into my mind: "That dog is laughing, that dog is really smiling! I saw that right!"
The drunk man was already frightened to the point of being a little nervous, but it was really not his fault. He took a hearse while drunk, and when he woke up, the world seemed different.
Everything here was something he had never encountered before, or even seen in his nightmares.
"We have to leave, we absolutely can't stay here!"
The drunk man leaned against the wall and walked to the window, holding on to the curtains, but he did not have the courage to open them. He was really scared.
"Zhizhi..."
He hesitated in his heart, and the drunk man's legs were trembling, but sometimes it was strange. The more afraid you were, the more strange things would happen. It was as if they knew the weakness of the human heart.
There was a strange noise coming from somewhere in the house, like a mouse gnawing something.
"It seems to be coming from under the bed..."
The drunk man did not seek death. He squatted down and looked under the bed. When the sound became louder, he opened the curtains directly.
The bedroom window had been opened halfway, and when the drunk man looked out through the glass, a face was also looking in.
The black hair that was stuck together like rags hung down, and the thin and pale face began to squeeze into the room!
"Snapped"
The drunk man used all his strength to slam the window shut with a loud sound. His mind went blank. The action of closing the window just now was his subconscious action.
Through the thin glass, the erect head was pressed against the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the incomplete teeth collided with the glass, as if to say - I finally found you.
After locking the window, the drunk man felt that he had exhausted all his strength. He sat down on the ground and looked up at the heads standing outside the window.
Before he could come to his senses, his pants were soaked with something, and the cold and sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.
He was shocked and looked down. He happened to be sitting on the photo, and a ball of blood was spreading on his pants.
With his eyes widened, the drunk man saw that in all the photos of animals being tortured on the ground, the heads of the animals were missing, and black and red blood was seeping from the animals' severed necks.
The drunkard almost suffocated, and he rolled to his feet.
"Bang! Bang!"
The window was hit by heads, and the drunkard didn't dare to look at it, so he pushed himself up and ran out of the house.
"Help, help, where are the others?!" He came to the corridor and wanted to change to a room to hide, but as soon as he came out, he saw a dark figure lying on the corner of the stairs on the second floor.
Like a dog and like a person!
"what?"
Not daring to go near the stairs, the drunk man turned around and hid in another room.
Without looking, he closed the door and locked it, then leaned against the door and gasped for air.
For an ordinary person, he has not been frightened crazy yet, but already has a strong psychological quality.
"No, you have to run out and join the others!" The drunkard thought of the other passengers at this time. He pushed the table behind the door and began to look at the room.
Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cabinet.
"Is this where they cook?"
The drunk man looked around, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He ran into the kitchen of this two-story building. The worst thing was that the kitchen had no windows.
"It's over."
There was the sound of breaking glass outside, and the sound of wind chimes in the corridor became louder and louder. The drunkard was unwilling to give up. Driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to rummage around in the kitchen to find useful things.