Chapter 634 There is a strange story in every house
The kitchen is not big, and the most conspicuous thing is the cabinet, which is filled with all kinds of delicious things, but those things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them are broken.
“If you don’t have a refrigerator, why do you need cupboards to store food?”
The situation was critical, and the drunk man had no time to think about these issues. He rushed to the gas stove and looked at the exhaust fan installed on the wall.
"This exit..."
I don’t know whether it was a deliberate design by the other party or the family’s special habits. The exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal exhaust fan. The vent can just accommodate a child to climb in and out.
"The kitchen has no windows, so a high-power exhaust fan is installed?" The drunk man stepped on the chair and violently removed the exhaust fan. He looked at the vent with a gloomy expression.
This exit is too small for an adult. Once it gets stuck, the consequences will be disastrous.
"What should I do?" When the drunk man was struggling, he saw the bone chopping knife placed on the chopping board. There were still bone residues and bloodshot residue on the blade.
Looking up at the vent and down at the bone chopping knife, the drunk man had a very strange idea in his mind. It was as if all this was arranged by someone.
The vent seems very narrow to an adult, but if you break your shoulder blades and smash your hip bones, you should be able to climb out easily.
He reached out and grabbed the bone chopping knife. The handle was sticky, which made the drunk man feel very sick.
As if to urge him, when he hesitated, the sound of the door being opened came from the corridor, as if someone was checking each room.
"If you go out from here, you don't know what terrifying things you will encounter later. If you really want to chop yourself, you will be a fool." The drunk man held the bone chopping knife with one hand. He bit his lip hard and thought of a way.
"Disguised as escaping from the ventilation duct, then hid somewhere, and escaped while the owner of the house was checking." The drunk man looked around, and finally walked to the refrigerator.
The kitchen is not big, but it has a large double-layer refrigerator.
The drunk man opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator and found it filled with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened and some used.
"Isn't this too much?" This was the first time he saw someone using a refrigerator to store deodorant.
I bent down and opened the layer under the refrigerator. There were several black plastic bags inside.
"It can't be a corpse, right?" The drunk man had no choice but to hide someone in the refrigerator.
He took out the black bag and stuffed it into the upper shelf of the refrigerator. While taking it, one of the bags was cut open and a dog's head fell out.
"Is this filled with dog meat?" In order not to be exposed, the drunk man picked up the dog's head on the ground, but when he stuffed the dog's head into the upper shelf of the refrigerator, he accidentally saw the dog's face.
His eyes were full of fear. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dog's face looked like a human's. He couldn't explain the reason, so he felt that this was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.
"It's really evil!" Not daring to look at the dog head anymore, the drunkard stuffed all the black bags into the upper shelf of the refrigerator.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished, the kitchen door lock was twisted by someone. After the other party tried several times and found that it could not be opened, the range of movements began to increase.
The door panel shook, and the table behind also shook.
"Caught!" The drunk man put the chair directly under the vent, then got into the lower part of the refrigerator with a knife and closed the refrigerator door.
The wooden door of the kitchen was knocked several times but still did not open. The monster outside seemed to have given up.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the whole room suddenly became quiet.
The drunkard was shivering from the cold, and he didn't dare to come out, fearing that this was a trap set by the other party.
About half a minute later, the sound of footsteps appeared again, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.
The kitchen door, which was locked from the inside, was opened and the table was pushed aside.
"It's coming in!"
The drunk man didn't know what the owner of the small building looked like, and he would panic whenever he thought about the photos he took.
There were footsteps in the kitchen, and soon the chair was pushed down, and the owner seemed to be checking.
"I hope I can deceive him..." The drunk man had a good idea, but just when this idea came to his mind, he heard the sound of the refrigerator door being opened.
The upper door of the refrigerator was opened, and a large number of black bags that he had randomly stuffed inside rolled out.
The drunk man's face instantly turned pale, and he knew he had been discovered!
"leave here!"
Maybe it was the bone chopping knife that gave him the courage, so the drunkard opened the refrigerator door.
The dog meat on the ground came into view, and the dog head with a facial expression similar to that of a living person was placed in front of the drunk man.
Even though he was mentally prepared, the drunk man was still startled when he saw this thing.
Moving his eyes, the drunk man looked at a man of insignificant age standing next to the dog's head among the dog meat.
He was wearing a dog's skin, and the expression on his face made the drunk feel familiar.
"This face looks like the smiling dog in the photo!" He was completely cold, and he used all his strength to get out from the bottom of the refrigerator, and ran away through the door without saying a word.
"The expression of the dead dog is similar to that of a human, but the living person has the smiling face of the dog in the photo." This sentence came to the drunkard's mind. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death: "It's dead."
Do dogs take over the bodies of living people? Or do dogs and people swap bodies? Or is it a curse? The Curse of the Smiley Dog?"
The drunk man didn't know what he was thinking. He ran towards the room he first entered, risking his life.
In the face of something more scary, the thing he was afraid of before didn't seem so scary anymore. The drunk man ran into the room and glanced back when he turned the corner.
The weird man was on all fours, chasing after me like a mad dog.
The skin on his face wrinkles together, revealing the exact same smile as the dog in the photo.
After closing the door, the drunkard jumped out of the window and ran out of the two-story building without daring to look back.
It seemed that because he was too scared, the drunkard still did not stop after running out of the small building. He continued to run along the road for more than ten meters and stopped only after making sure that no one was chasing him.
"What kind of monsters are these? Why do you feel like there are monsters hiding in every house?"
The drunken man stood at the intersection of the road in the mist of blood. He looked left and right, and suddenly found that the bus originally parked in the middle of the road was missing.
"Did I run in the wrong direction? Is the car at the next intersection?" The drunk man stood on the roadside. He did not dare to get too close to the buildings: "Compared to the buildings, the road is safer. I will go forward along the road first.
Go, mark it, the bus should be nearby."
The drunk man bent down and walked along the road, but before he had gone far, he suddenly saw a person not far ahead waving to him.
The visibility in the blood mist was very low, and he could only see a rough outline.