The kitchen is not very big, and the most eye-catching thing is the cupboard, which is filled with all kinds of delicious food. However, those things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them have gone bad.

“Why use cupboards to store food when you can use a refrigerator?”

The situation was critical and the drunk had no 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 designed intentionally by the other party or if this family has special habits, but the exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal one, and the vent is just big enough for a child to crawl in and out.

"There is no window in the kitchen, so a high-power exhaust fan was installed?" The drunk man stepped on a chair, violently dismantled the exhaust fan, and looked at the vent with a gloomy expression.

This exit is too small for an adult. If it gets stuck, the consequences will be disastrous.

"What should I do?" When the drunk was struggling, he saw the bone-chopping knife on the chopping board, with bone residue and blood on the blade.

Looking up at the vent and down at the boning knife, the drunk man had a very strange thought in his mind, as if all this had been arranged by someone.

The vents are narrow for an adult, but if you break your shoulder blades and shatter your hips, you should be able to crawl out easily.

Reaching out and grabbing the boning knife, the drunk felt very sick because the handle was sticky.

As if to urge him, while he was hesitating, the sound of doors opening came from the corridor, as if someone was checking each room one by one.

"If I go out from here, I don't know what kind of horrible things I will encounter. If I really cut myself, I'd be a fool." The drunk man grabbed the boning knife with one hand, bit his lips hard, and thought of a way.

"Pretend to escape through the ventilation duct, then hide somewhere, and when the owner of the house checks, escape." The drunk looked around and finally walked towards the refrigerator.

The kitchen is not big, but it has a large double-layer refrigerator.

The drunk opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator, which was filled with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened and some used.

"Isn't this too much?" It was the first time he saw someone use a refrigerator to store deodorant.

I bent down and opened the bottom layer of the refrigerator, and there were several black plastic bags inside.

“Could it be a corpse?” The drunk man was at a loss as the only place in the kitchen where someone could hide was the refrigerator.

He took out the black bag and stuffed it into the upper layer of the refrigerator. While taking it out, one of the bags was cut open and a dog's head fell out.

"Is there dog meat in here?" In order not to be exposed, the drunk picked up the dog's head on the ground, but when he stuffed the dog's head into the upper layer 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 like a human. He couldn't tell why, but he felt that this was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.

"This is really weird!" Not daring to look at the dog's head again, the drunk man stuffed all the black bags into the upper layer of the refrigerator.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished, the kitchen door lock was twisted by someone. After the other party tried several times and found that he could not open it, the amplitude of his movements began to increase.

The door shook, and the table behind it also shook.

"I've been discovered!" The drunk placed a chair right under the vent, then climbed into the lower layer of the refrigerator with a knife and closed the door.

The wooden door of the kitchen was knocked several times in a row but still did not open. The monster outside the door seemed to have given up.

The footsteps gradually faded away and the whole room became quiet in an instant.

The drunk was shivering with cold, and he didn't dare to come out, fearing that this was a trap set by the other party.

About half a minute later, footsteps appeared again, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the key.

The kitchen's locked door was opened from the inside and the table was pushed aside.

“It’s coming in!”

The drunk didn't know what the owner of the building looked like, and he would feel nervous whenever he thought of the photos he had taken.

There were footsteps in the kitchen, and soon a chair was pushed over, and the owner of the house seemed to be checking.

"I hope I can fool him..." The drunk man had a good idea, but just as this thought came to his mind, he heard the sound of the refrigerator door being opened.

The upper door of the refrigerator was opened, and a bunch of black bags that he had haphazardly stuffed inside rolled out.

The drunk's face turned pale instantly, he knew he had been discovered!

“Get out of here!”

Perhaps the boning knife gave him the courage, and the drunk man broke open the refrigerator door.

A pile of dog meat came into view, and the dog head with the same facial expression as a living person was placed in front of the drunkard.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the drunk was still shocked when he saw this thing.

The drunk man moved his eyes and looked next to the dog head. There was a man whose age was unknown standing among the dog meat.

He was wearing a dog skin and had an expression on his face that the drunkard found familiar.

"This face looks like the smiling dog in the photo!" He was cold all over and used all his strength to crawl out from the bottom layer of the refrigerator and ran away without saying a word.

"The dead dog's expression is similar to that of a human, but the living person has the smiling face of the dog in the photo." The drunk man thought of this sentence. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it. "Is it that the dead dog has taken over the body of the living person? Or did the dog and the human swap bodies? Or is it a curse? The curse of the smiling dog?"

The drunk man didn't know what he was thinking. He ran desperately towards the room he entered at the beginning.

In the face of something more frightening, the things that he was afraid of before didn't seem so scary anymore. The drunk man ran into the room, and when he turned the corner, he looked back.

The strange man got on all fours and chased after me like a mad dog.

The skin on his face wrinkled into a smile exactly like the dog in the photo.

The drunk man slammed the door shut and jumped out of the window. He didn't even dare to look back and ran straight out of the two-story building.

Apparently because he was too scared, the drunk did not stop after running out of the building. He continued to run along the road for more than ten meters and only stopped after making sure that no one was chasing him.

"What kind of monsters are these? Why does it feel like there are monsters hiding in every house?"

The air was filled with blood mist and the drunk man was standing at the intersection. He looked left and right and suddenly found that the bus that was originally parked in the middle of the road was gone.

"Did I go the wrong direction? Is the bus at the last intersection?" The drunk man stood on the side of the road. He didn't dare to get too close to the buildings. "Compared to the buildings, the road is safer. I'll just walk along the road and mark it. The bus should be nearby."

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.

Visibility was very low in the blood mist and he could only see a rough outline.