“Is this people abusing animals, or are they animals abusing people?”

The drunk looked at the photos and felt very uncomfortable with the cruel scenes.

He put the photos back into the drawer without finishing looking at them all. When he took his hands back, he suddenly felt his palms sticky.

With the help of the mobile phone's lighting, the drunk's eyelids twitched suddenly, and the hand that was flipping the photo was covered in black and red blood.

"I didn't touch anything except the photo! Could the blood have come from the photo?"

Standing alone in the deserted and gloomy little building, something seemed to be running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chimes made a slight sound, and there was a human-headed monster shaped like a mop in the yard outside the house.

In this situation, the drunkard dared not leave the room at will.

"The monster that just sprinkled dog hair on the windowsill is on the second floor. This room is the farthest from the stairs, so it is the safest room."

He didn't dare leave, fearing that once he opened the door, the monster would be standing outside.

But staying in the house, he was panicking: "How could there be blood seeping out of the photo? It must be that my hand accidentally rubbed against somewhere in the drawer. Maybe there is a hidden layer in this drawer."

Mustering up his courage, the drunk took out the bottom drawer of the desk and placed it on the ground.

This time he saw clearly that there were only photos in the drawer.

"Did the blood really come out of the photo?" His attempt in real life was overturned, his hair stood on end, and he had an urgent urge to leave the room.

Looking at the photos, the drunk discovered something very strange.

All the photos of human abuse do not show people's faces, but in all the photos of animal abuse, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand pinching the animal's neck, exposing the animal's face as if displaying a trophy.

"What a pervert." Not sure if it was because he had been looking at them for too long or for some other reason, the drunk found that all the animals in the photos seemed to be smiling.

"This is the first time I've seen such an expression on a dog's face. They should be smiling, right? A dog that can smile?" The drunk shuddered. He didn't dare to get close to the photos on the ground. He glanced around. The longer he stayed in this room, the scarier it seemed. "I always feel that this building is scarier than the previous one."

The drunk placed his hand on the bed sheet and tried to wipe the blood off his palm, but when he exerted force with his fingers he seemed to touch something.

He hesitated for a long time and finally lifted the bed sheet. A strong stench hit his nose.

On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of blood that had already solidified in the shape of a human.

Just from the shape on the mattress, one can tell that the victim died in great pain. Blood spurted out from the belly. It seemed as if it had been knocked down by some wild beast and then bitten through the neck and belly.

The drunk was just a salesman, he had never seen such a scene before.

The body seemed to be petrified and the brain could not control the body at all.

His scalp was numbing and there was air pushing out of his lungs. He bit his hand at the last moment to prevent himself from screaming.

"Someone died in this room! Right here on this bed!"

These two thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and he didn't dare to stay here. For people living in peacetime, this was the closest a drunk had ever been to words like death and murder.

His pupils trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to react. He threw the bed sheet in his hand aside.

Looking down at my feet, the faces of the animals in the photos were imprinted in my mind: "That dog is smiling. That dog is really smiling! I am not seeing things!"

The drunk man was frightened and a little neurotic, but it was really not his fault. After riding in a hearse while drunk, the world seemed different when he woke up.

Everything here was something he had never encountered before, not even in his nightmares.

"We must leave. We cannot stay here any longer!"

The drunk man walked to the window, leaning against the wall, grabbing the curtains with his hands, but he didn't have the courage to open them. He was really scared.

“Squeak…”

Hesitant in his heart, the drunk's legs were trembling, but sometimes it is very strange, the more afraid you are, the more strange things will happen, as if they know the weakness of the human heart.

There was a strange noise coming from somewhere in the house, like a mouse gnawing at something.

"It seems to be coming from under the bed..."

The drunk man did not seek death. He squatted down and looked under the bed. When the sound became louder, he simply pulled open the curtains.

The bedroom window had been half opened, and when the drunk looked out through the glass, he saw a face looking in.

The black hair hung down like rags, and the skinny and pale face began to desperately squeeze into the house!

"Snap"

The drunk man used all his strength to slam the window shut, making a loud noise. His mind went blank. The action of closing the window just now was a subconscious behavior.

Through the thin glass, the upright head was pressed against the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the broken teeth hit the glass, as if to say, I finally found you.

After locking the window, the drunk felt that he had exhausted all his strength. He sat down on the ground and looked up at the human head standing outside the window.

Before he could come to his senses, his pants were soaked with something, and the cold and sticky feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He was still in shock and looked down, finding himself sitting on the photo, with a pool of blood spreading on his pants.

With his eyes wide open, the drunk saw that in all the photos of animals being abused on the ground, the animals' heads were missing and dark red blood was oozing from their broken necks.

The drunk man was almost suffocating, and he rolled and crawled to his feet.

"Bang! Bang!"

The window was hit by a head. The drunk man didn't even dare to look. He propped himself up and ran out of the house.

"Help, help, where are the others?!" He came to the corridor and wanted to hide in another room, but as soon as he came out, he saw a dark shadow lying at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Like a dog, but also like a person!

"What?"

Not daring to approach the stairs, the drunk turned and hid in another room.

Without even looking at it, he closed the door, locked it, leaned against it, and breathed heavily.

For an ordinary person, the fact that he hasn't been scared crazy shows that he has strong mental strength.

"No, we have to run out quickly and meet up with the others!" The drunk man now remembered the good things about the other passengers. He pushed the table behind the door and began to look around the room.

Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cupboard.

“Is this where they cook?”

The drunk looked around, sweat pouring down his forehead. He ran into the kitchen of the two-story building. The bad thing was that this kitchen had no windows.

"It's over."

There was the sound of breaking glass outside and the sound of 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 search for useful things in the kitchen.