The kitchen is not big, and the most conspicuous thing is the cabinets, with all kinds of delicious things on it, but those things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them have been put out.
"Why use a cabinet to store food if you don't have a refrigerator?"
The situation was critical, and the drunk man didn't have time to think about these questions. He rushed to the gas stove and looked at the exhaust fan installed on the wall.
"This exit..."
I don't know if it was deliberately designed by the other party, or the family's habit is rather special. The exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal exhaust fan, and the vent is just enough for 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, he violently removed the exhaust fan, and looked at the vent with a gloomy expression on his face.
This exit is too small for an adult, and if it gets stuck, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"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 residue and bloodshots on the blade.
Looking up at the air vent and looking down at the bone-chopping knife, a very strange thought appeared in the drunkard's mind. It was as if someone had arranged it all.
The vents are narrow for an adult, but if you break your shoulder blades and smash your hip bones, you should be able to climb out easily.
Reaching out and grabbing the bone cutter, the sticky handle made the drunk 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 one room at a time.
"Going out from here, I don't know what terrifying things I will encounter later. If I really cut myself, I would be a fool." The drunk man grabbed the bone-chopping knife with one hand, bit his lip hard, and thought of a way.
"Pretend to escape through the ventilation duct, then hide somewhere, and run away when the owner of the house is checking." The drunk man looked left and right, 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, which was filled with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened and some used.
"Isn't that too much?" It was the first time he had seen someone use a refrigerator for deodorant.
Bend over to open the bottom layer of the refrigerator, which is filled with several black plastic bags.
"Isn't it a corpse?" The drunk man was helpless, only the refrigerator could hide people in the kitchen.
He took out the black bag and stuffed it into the upper layer of the refrigerator. During the process of taking it, a bag was cut open and a dog's head fell out.
"Does it contain dog meat?" In order not to expose it, the drunk man picked up the dog's head on the ground, but when he put the dog's head in the upper shelf of the refrigerator, he accidentally saw the dog's face.
His eyes were full of fear. The more he looked, the more he felt that the dog's face looked very similar to a human being. He couldn't tell the reason, but he felt that it was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.
"It's really evil!" Not daring to look at the dog's head again, the drunk man stuffed all the black bags into the upper shelf of the refrigerator.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished it, the door lock of the kitchen was twisted. After the other party tried several times and found that it could not be opened, the range of motion began to increase.
The door swayed, and the table behind shook.
"I've been found!" The drunk man put the chair directly under the vent, then got into the lower level of the refrigerator with a knife and closed the refrigerator door.
The wooden door of the kitchen was knocked several times in a row, but it still did not open, and the monster outside the door seemed to give up.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the whole room fell silent in an instant.
The drunk man was shivering, and he didn't dare to come out because he was worried that this was a trap the other party put on him.
About half a minute later, the sound of footsteps reappeared, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.
The kitchen door was unlocked from the inside, and the table was pushed aside.
"It's in!"
The drunk man didn't know what the owner of the small building looked like, and he would panic whenever he thought of the photos taken by the other party.
Footsteps sounded in the kitchen, and soon the chair was pushed over, and the owner seemed to be checking.
"I hope to deceive him..." The drunk man had a good idea, but just as this thought appeared in his mind, the sound of the refrigerator door being opened came from his ear.
The door on the upper level of the refrigerator was opened, and a bunch of black bags that he had randomly stuffed inside rolled out.
The drunk man's face instantly turned pale, and he knew that he had been discovered!
"leave here!"
Maybe it was the bone-chopping knife that gave him the courage, and the drunk man slammed open the refrigerator door.
The dog meat on the ground came into view, and the dog head with the same facial expression as a living person was placed in front of the drunk man.
Even if he was mentally prepared, the drunk was still taken aback when he saw this.
His eyes moved, and the drunk man looked at the dog's head again, standing in the middle of the dog meat with a man who couldn't tell his age.
He was wearing a dog's skin, and the expression on his face was familiar to the drunk.
"This face looks like the laughing dog in the photo!" He was cold all over, and he used all his strength to get out of the lower level of the refrigerator, and ran away without a word.
"The dead dog's expression is similar to that of a person, but the living person shows the smiling face of the dog in the photo." The drunk man's mind came to a sentence like this, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it if he was beaten to death: "It's dead. Do dogs occupy the bodies of living people? Or do dogs and people swap bodies? Or is it a curse? The curse of the smiling dog?"
The drunk man didn't know what he was thinking. He desperately ran towards the room he first entered.
In front of something more frightening, the things that used to be frightened didn't seem so terrifying, the drunk man ran into the room and glanced back as he turned the corner.
The odd man was on all fours, chasing after him like a mad dog.
The skin on his face puckered up, revealing the exact same smile as the dog in the photo.
He slammed the door shut, the drunk man jumped out of the window and left, he didn't dare to look back, and ran out of the two-story building.
It seems that because he was too scared, the drunk man 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 after making sure that no one was chasing after him.
"What monsters are these? How does it feel like there are monsters hidden in every house?"
The blood mist filled the air, and the drunk man stood at the intersection of the road. He looked left and right, and suddenly found that the bus originally parked in the middle of the road was gone.
"Did I go in the wrong direction? The car is at the last intersection?" The drunk man stood on the side of the road, he dared not get too close to those buildings: "Compared with buildings, the road is safer. I'll go along the road first. Go, mark it, the bus should be near here."
The drunk man bent down and walked along the road, but before he had gone far, he suddenly saw a person waving at him not far ahead.
The visibility in the blood fog was very low, and he could only see a rough outline.