“It stinks!”

The drunkard was completely sober. He covered his mouth and nose and shone his cell phone towards the doghouse. ????Huoran?wen??ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?． ?

Contrary to his expectations, there was no dirt inside.

"It looks clean, but why does it stink so bad? Even the raw meat in my house doesn't stink this badly when it gets spoiled!"

Holding back his nausea, the drunk picked up a nearby tree branch and poked the dirt in the doghouse a few times: "There's nothing buried underneath. Where does the stench come from? Why does it feel like it has soaked into the wood?"

The chaotic footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. The drunk man took a step back. He couldn't stand the stench anymore, so he climbed into the small building through the window next to him.

"I hope that family of three won't lead the monster here." The drunk man vaguely regretted why he had asked the middle-aged man to join him. Didn't this expose his position?

Holding his head with his hands, the drunk squatted under the windowsill. He pinched himself again and said, "It must not be a dream. What on earth was that just now? How could it run so fast with only its head left? Was it moving its jaw?"

The drunkard thought that the family of three was in great danger, and he was not going to save them: "Except for me, all the passengers on the bus may have been wiped out. No one dared to face that thing. There must be no one..."

The drunk was still dizzy and sweating from fear: "What should I do now? There is no signal on my phone. I don't even know where I am. Forget it, I'll just hide here and wait for the fog to clear."

After learning from his mistakes, the drunkard never dared to run around again.

He squatted under the window and waited for a few minutes, when he suddenly heard a sound from the door in the yard.

“Someone’s coming in!”

Holding his breath, the drunk man dared not even breathe.

He pricked up his ears and after the sound of the door, the yard soon became quiet again.

"Just came in to take a look? Didn't that monster notice me?" The drunk man learned his lesson this time. He didn't raise his head and look out the window. He was afraid that if he raised his head, he would find someone looking in through the window.

Turning on his cell phone, the drunk adjusted the angle and used the camera function to watch the yard outside.

The door was half open and there was no one in the yard.

"This is a blessing in disguise." The drunk stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the windowsill when he was retrieving his phone.

"Air freshener?" The drunk put the bottle back without paying much attention.

Straightening up, the drunk finally had time to look around.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he could hear a faint sound in his ears, as if a wind chime was ringing.

People in some parts of the countryside have the habit of hanging wind chimes at the door. As long as the wind chimes make a sound, it means someone has entered the house.

If it were any other time, this sound would be nothing to the drunkard, but it was different now. He always felt that there was something moving back and forth in the entrance hall, and at a very fast speed.

His heart began to pound whenever he thought of other things in the room.

The drunk man moved his feet on the floor with his back to the window. He vaguely felt that it suddenly got dark behind him, as if the light from the window was blocked by something.

There's someone standing outside the window?!

When this thought came to his mind, the drunk's scalp was about to explode. His body froze in place, and the sound of wind chimes in his ears continued to ring, becoming clearer and clearer.

Is something approaching?

The drunk mustered up all his courage and looked back, but the window was empty.

"A false alarm?" He stepped back to the window and felt a prickly sensation when his fingers touched the window frame. With the help of the light from his cell phone, he discovered that there were a lot of black dog hairs in the gaps of the window frame.

“Bang!”

The window on the second floor of the small building was pushed open with a creaking sound. The drunk's body trembled, and the dog hair on his palm fell to the ground.

He heard it clearly, the sound of the window opening was right above his head!

I don't know if this is a coincidence or someone is playing a trick on him.

He didn't dare to jump out of the window and left, but he felt it was unsafe to stay in the house.

As he struggled, more dog hair fell from his head.

"Why are there so many dog ​​hairs?" He remembered the empty doghouse in the yard and the strong stench!

"What's going on?" Not daring to look up, the drunk man was not at all curious about what was staring at him on the second floor. At this moment, he just wanted to be alone in peace and quiet.

"We can't delay any longer, we have to leave!" The drunk had just made this decision in his mind when the door of the yard was pushed again, and in the darkness, something that looked like a mop was stuck at the door.

Seeing the face hidden among the rags and black hair, the drunkard's heart seemed to be immersed in ice water.

He didn't even bother to close the window and quickly left the room near the courtyard.

"Damn, why does he show up at this time?" The drunk man ran into the corridor. The sound of wind chimes came from the end of the aisle. There were several pairs of broken slippers thrown on the floor, and the room was a little messy.

"The dog hair just now fell from the second floor. There are also unclean things on the second floor of this house! I can't go to the second floor. I'd better stay away from the stairs!"

The drunk took a deep breath to calm himself down, and tiptoed into a room farthest from the stairs.

The floor made strange noises, and a child's strange singing came from somewhere, as if someone had come across a tape recorder left behind by a dead person. The room became more and more weird.

"The slippers I saw in the corridor just now included both adults' and children's slippers. There may be more than one item in this room..."

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. The drunk’s back was soaked and his body was very cold.

"Hopefully they won't come in."

Gently closing the door, the drunk saw a few empty bottles thrown behind the door, which looked similar to the bottles on the windowsill: "So many air fresheners in the room?"

He threw the bottle aside and found bags of deodorant pills and a lot of perfume in the corner of the room.

"Why are there so many deodorizing things? What happened in this room?" The drunk kept thinking of the smelly doghouse: "The doghouse is very clean but full of stench, while the room where living people live is messy but fragrant. There must be something wrong here."

He glanced around. This should be a young man's bedroom. There were some fashion magazines and fitness books scattered around, and dumbbells and a weight scale under the table.

The layout of the room seemed normal, but after a careful search, the drunk's heart was shrouded in an unspeakable fear.

He opened the bottom drawer of the desk, which contained a thick stack of photos recording various scenes of animal abuse that were chilling to look at.

However, this was not the most horrifying thing. The drunk continued to flip down. The top quarter of the photos showed a young man with no face showing, abusing animals. In the remaining three quarters of the photos, the young man was the one being abused.