"Is it human cruelty to animals, or is it animal cruelty to people?"
The drunk man looked at the pictures, and the cruel images on them made him very uncomfortable.
He put the photos back in the drawer before he had finished reading them all. When he retracted his hands, he suddenly felt sticky palms.
With the help of the mobile phone lighting, the drunk man's eyelids jumped abruptly, and the hand he flipped through the photo was covered in black and red blood.
"I haven't touched anything but the photo! Could this blood flow from the photo?"
Standing alone in an empty and eerie small building, there seems to be something running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chimes are ringing softly, and there is a human-headed monster that looks like a mop in the yard outside the house.
Under such circumstances, the drunkard simply did not dare to leave the room casually.
"The monster that sprinkled dog hair on the windowsill just now is on the second floor. This room is the farthest from the stairs and is the safest room."
He didn't dare to leave, worried that as soon as the door was opened, the monster would be standing outside.
But staying in the room, he panicked again: "How could blood seep out in the photo? It should be that my hand accidentally rubbed against the drawer somewhere. Maybe there is a mezzanine hidden in the drawer."
Taking courage, the drunk took out the drawer at the bottom of the desk and put it on the ground.
This time he saw clearly that there were only pictures in the drawer.
"Did the blood really come out of the photo?" The attempt in real life was subverted, and he stood upside down, with an urgent urge to leave the room.
Eyes fell on those photos, the drunk found something very strange.
All the pictures of cruelty to living people do not capture the face of the person, and in all the pictures of cruelty to animals, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand around the neck of the animal, as if showing a trophy, revealing the face of the animal.
"What a pervert." I don't know if it's because of watching it for a long time, or for other reasons, the drunkard found that all the animals in those photos seemed to be laughing.
"This is the first time I've seen such expressions on the faces of dogs. They should be smiling, right? Dogs that can laugh?" The longer the room stays, the more terrifying it seems: "I always feel that this building is more terrifying than the one just now."
Putting his hand on the sheet, the drunkard wanted to wipe the blood off his palm, but his fingers seemed to touch something.
He hesitated again and again, opened the sheets, and a strong stench wafted out of his nostrils.
On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of human-shaped blood that had already solidified.
From the shape of the mattress alone, it can be seen that the victim died in great pain.
The drunk man is just a businessman, he has never seen this scene before.
The body seems to be petrified, and the brain cannot control the body at all.
His scalp was numb, and there was a burst of air in his lungs, and he bit his hand at the last moment, so he didn't scream.
"People died in this room! It's on this bed!"
These two thoughts flashed in his mind in an instant, and he didn't dare to stay here. For people living in peaceful times, this was the closest thing a drunken had to words like death and murder.
His pupils trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to react, and he threw the sheet aside.
Looking down at my feet, the faces of the animals in the photo came into my mind: "That dog is smiling, that dog is really smiling! I read it right!"
The drunk man was already a little nervous, but he really didn't blame him. After getting drunk on a hearse, the world seemed to be different after waking up.
Everything here was something he had never encountered before, not even in a nightmare.
"You have to leave, absolutely cannot stay here!"
The drunk man leaned against the wall and walked to the window, clutching the curtain, but he didn't have the courage to open it, he was really frightened.
"Squeak..."
Hesitating in my heart, the drunkard's legs are shaking, but sometimes it is very strange. The more afraid you are, the more strange things will happen. They seem to know the weakness of the human heart.
There was a strange noise somewhere in the house, like a mouse gnawing at something.
"It seems to come from under the bed..."
The drunk man didn't kill himself. He squatted down and looked under the bed. When the sound became louder, he directly opened the curtain.
The window of the bedroom had been opened halfway, and through the glass, when the drunk man looked out, a face was also looking in.
The black hair that was sticking together like rags fell down, and the thin and pale face began to squeeze desperately into the room!
"Snapped"
The drunk man slammed the window shut with all his strength, the sound was loud, his mind went blank, and the act of closing the window just now was his subconscious behavior.
Across the thin glass, the erect human head was attached to the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the missing teeth collided with the glass, as if to say - finally found you.
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 head erected outside the window.
Before he could come back to his senses, his pants were soaked by something, and the cold and sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.
He was in shock and glanced down. He happened to be sitting on the photo, and a cloud of blood was spreading on his pants.
Eyes widened, the drunkard saw that in all the pictures of animals being abused on the ground, the heads of the animals were gone, and black and red blood was seeping from the severed necks of the animals.
The drunk man almost suffocated, and he rolled and climbed to his feet.
"Boom! Boom!"
The window was hit by a head, and the drunk man didn't dare to look at it, so he propped himself up and ran out of the house.
"Help, help, where are the others?!" He came to the corridor and wanted to change rooms 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 approach the stairs, the drunk turned around and hid in another room.
He didn't even look at it, just closed the door, and after locking it, he leaned against the door, gasping for breath.
For an ordinary person, he has not been frightened insane, he is already mentally strong.
"No, hurry up and meet the others!" The drunk man remembered the other passengers, he pushed the table behind the door and began to look at the room.
Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cupboard.
"This is where they cook?"
The drunk man looked around, the sweat on his forehead was dripping frantically, and he ran into the kitchen of this two-story building. Unfortunately, the kitchen had no windows.
"It's over."
The sound of glass breaking came from outside, and the wind chimes in the corridor became louder and louder. The drunk man was unwilling to give up. Driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to rummage through the kitchen to find useful things.