From the cracks in the center of the road, clumps of wild grass about half the height of a person grew out. The moon in the sky was a little misty, and the dim light illuminated the grass blades, which were green and gray.
Sick color.
Equally morbid is the peeling paint on the exterior, like a single-family house with patches of age spots. The rusted iron door is ajar, leaving only a hole with irregular opening and closing where the door lock should have been.
A person who stumbled over threw open the door and dodged into the courtyard. Then he turned around and still covered the door as if no one had touched it.
The small courtyard is also filled with weeds that are half a man tall, but the weeds are divided into clumps. In addition to random pieces of floor tiles, there are also some pots and pots that are already torn apart.
The figure pushed open the second door leading to the room. It was a metal security door. He held the door handle and lifted it up, pushing it forward as gently as possible. This did avoid the sound of the door panel rubbing against the ground, but it failed to eliminate the rotation of the door.
There was a long squeaking sound.
The figure turned back quickly.
The outer door was still tightly closed, and no one came after me.
He exhaled a breath and ducked into the house.
He closed the door from the inside and walked in. The moonlight was blocked by 90% by the courtyard wall outside the house and the walls of the house itself. A little light filtered in from the keyhole that was as round as a coin——
Of course the keyhole will not be as round as a coin, unless the lock is broken.
After the figure banged its end heavily on the corner cabinet leaning in front of it, he took out the flashlight from his pocket, first put the flashlight head into his other hand, and then pushed the switch.
The light coming from the gaps between his fingers was quite weak, but it was enough for him to see the scattered and broken clothes and the piles of chewed sawdust on the sofa.
He held his breath and listened carefully.
Quietly.
He let out more flashlight light through his fingers and walked inside. He turned around the sliding door that separated the indoor space and was about to walk up the spiraling wooden staircase when his steps suddenly stopped.
He saw a figure crouching on the stairs, and the figure's eyes glowed with green light.
This crouching movement is more like a giant dog than a human being.
Although it was indeed wearing human clothes, a sweatshirt, casual pants, and no shoes.
Because I'm afraid no pair of shoes can cover those deformed "feet" with sharp claws.
The man who originally wanted to walk up the stairs retreated and turned towards the door, but before he could take a step, a black shadow flashed past.
It was a canine pounce action, and the monster swept down the stairway.
It appeared behind the security door. It was still squatting, and it felt exactly the same as on the stairs. There was a calmness inside, as if it had been squatting at the door and had never moved.
This move is not an attack, but a demonstration. Because the distance between it and the door is much farther than the distance from the person.
This naturally means that if you can rush to the door in an instant, you can also rush to this person in an instant.
The way back has been blocked.
The man moved his legs and rushed upstairs, and the wooden floor of the stairs cracked under his feet.
This is a folk house. The upstairs of a folk house is naturally usually a bedroom.
He knocked open the door to the nearest bedroom, jumped in, and locked the door with his backhand.
When he turned around again, he saw a dark figure with green eyes squatting on the bed in the bedroom.
The bedroom window is open.
Then the dark figure smiled.
Jie Jie's voice seemed to come from the mouth of a hungry ghost in hell.
It said: "You can't run away."
The person's flashlight suddenly brightened. A ray of light pierced the shadow's eyes, but the shadow's eyes did not blink, staring openly at the lamp and the person behind the lamp.
The light, which is enough to temporarily blind people's eyes, is probably playing the only role at this moment to highlight the lines on the black figure's face.
The most conspicuous thing on its face is its mouth, which is more protruding forward than the ancient apes, but it is square and sharp. There are yellowish tines exposed outside the mouth, which are moistened by saliva as it speaks.
.
The man didn't move or speak. He put his hand into the pocket on the side of his clothes, and there was a crisp sound through the fabric.
The sound of the pistol's safety being released.
The dog man smiled again: "If you had bullets, or if the bullets were powerful enough, you would have shot just now. The cause of most meat's death is that they placed their hopes too much on the gun."
Man repeats what it calls man: "Meat?"
The dog man smiled: "You will become meat soon."
The saliva dripped from the corner of the dog man's mouth and fell to the bed: "I like to eat women's meat. It has more fat, so it tastes better. More importantly, it is a visual enjoyment. If you are not very hungry, you can also eat and enjoy it at the same time.
What kind of expression can a pretty face twist into."
It looked at the man: "You are a man, so you are a bit disappointed. But since you are better-looking than most women, you can make do with it."
People suddenly laughed: "Maybe I should say 'thank you for the compliment', but what I want to say now is 'what a shame'."
He walked towards the bed, turning off the flashlight on the way.
Obviously this thing is of little use now.
He put the flashlight into his pocket, but did not take out the gun in his pocket. The dog-man squinted his eyes, and at this moment he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura from this man. Its animal instinct gave it a sense of danger.
It had the urge to turn to the window and jump out to escape, but its human reason prevented it from actually doing so.
It changed from its original crouching posture to a posture with all four legs on the ground and its head tilted back. This was a precursor to an attack. After changing its stance, it realized that it was outnumbered and ran again. Human speed could not be faster than its speed.
The person flashed past the bed, his fist waving towards its heart.
fist.
There was obviously a gun in his pocket, but he only used his fists, not even a knife. It is completely understandable for a person walking in a dangerous area without bullets, but if he doesn't even have a knife...
There is fraud!
The dog man dodged his fist. With quite agile movements and postures, while completing the dodge, he bit his throat diagonally.
But it only completed half of the action before it was nailed to the bed by the sharp blade.
The sharp blade came from this man's other hand. But his hand looked like it had nothing just now.
The blade has three edges and is about the thickness of a chopstick. Blood gushes out along the edge of the edge, dyeing a huge black flower on the already broken bed.
The part struck by the sharp edge is not a vital part. Although the bleeding caused by this kind of weapon is difficult to stop, and a human would die from the bleeding, but for it, it is really not fatal.
However, it only struggled feebly twice and then collapsed on the bed unable to move.
The edge is poisonous.
Its consciousness began to drift, and the last thing it saw was that the bedside table was moved over, and the man took out many potions from his clothes and arranged them neatly on the table.