I Have an Adventure House

"Is this human being cruelty to animals, or is animal cruelty to others?"

The drunk man looked at the pictures, and the cruel pictures on it made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't read all the photos and put them back in the drawer. When he retracted his hands, he suddenly felt his palms sticky.

With the help of cell phone lighting, the drunkard's eyelids jumped abruptly. The hand on which he flipped the picture was all black and red blood.

"I haven't touched anything except the photo! Did this blood flow from the photo?"

Standing alone in the deserted little building, there seemed to be something running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chimes sounded softly, and there was a mob-shaped monster in the courtyard outside the house.

In this case, the drunkard did not dare to leave the room.

"The monster that sprinkled dog hair on the window sill just now is on the second floor. This room is the furthest away from the stairs and is considered the safest room."

He dared not leave, worrying that the monster would stand outside as soon as the door opened.

But staying in the room, he panicked again: "How could blood leak out of the picture? It should be that my hand accidentally rubbed somewhere in the drawer, maybe there is a mezzanine hidden in this drawer."

With courage, the drunk took out the drawer at the bottom of the desk and placed it on the ground.

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

"Is blood really coming out of the picture?" The real-life attempt was subverted. He was standing upside down and had an impulsive urge to leave the room.

His eyes fell on those photos, and the drunkard found a very strange point.

All the photos of abusing living people did not capture the human face, and in all the photos of animal cruelty, when the animal was dying, there would always be a hand pinching the neck of the animal, as if showing the booty, exposing the animal's face.

"It's really a pervert." I don't know whether it's because of watching it for a long time, or other reasons. The drunkard found that all the animals in the photos seemed to be laughing.

"This is the first time I saw such expressions on the dog's face. Should they be laughing? Dogs who can laugh?" The drunkard shivered. He didn't dare to get close to the pictures on the ground, glancing around. The longer the room stays, the more terrifying it seems: "I always feel that this building is more scary than the one just now."

Putting his hand on the bed sheet, the drunkard wanted to wipe the blood from his palm, but he seemed to have touched something with his fingers.

He hesitated again and again and opened the sheets, and a strong smell came out.

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 very painfully. The blood stains began to burst from the stomach. It seemed to be thrown down by some beast, and then was bitten through the neck and stomach.

The drunkard is just a business man, he has never seen this scene.

As if the body is petrified, the brain cannot control the body at all.

The scalp was tingling, and there was a breath in his lungs pushing outward, and he bit his hand at the last moment, so there was no screaming.

"No one died in the room! It was on this bed!"

These two thoughts flashed instantly in his mind, and he dared not stay here. For people living in peaceful times, this was the drunkest man's closest time to words like death and homicide.

His pupils trembled, and it took him a while to react, throwing the sheets in his hand aside.

Looking down at my feet, the faces of the animals in the picture are printed in my head: "That dog is laughing, that dog is really laughing! I read it right!"

The drunk man was scared a little nervous, but this really doesn't blame him. The drunken ride on the hearse, the world seems different after waking up.

Everything here is something he hasn't encountered before, even in a nightmare.

"You have to leave. You must not stay here!"

The drunk man walked against the wall to the window, holding the curtain in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to open it. He was really scared.

"Squeak ..."

Hesitating, the drunkard's legs are shaking, but sometimes it is very strange. The more you are afraid, the more strange things will happen. They seem to know the weakness of the human heart.

A strange noise came from somewhere in the house, like a rat biting something.

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

The drunkard did not die, crouched down and looked under the bed. When the voice became louder, he directly opened the curtains.

The bedroom window has been opened halfway by someone. When the drunkard looks out through the glass, a face is looking in.

The black hair sticking together like a rag fell down, and the thin, pale face began to squeeze desperately into the room!

"Snapped"

The drunk man exhausted all his energy to throw the window heavily, the sound was loud, and his mind was blank. The action of closing the window just now was his unconscious behavior.

Across the thin glass, the erected head was attached to the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the broken tooth hit the glass, as if to say that I finally found you.

Locking the window, the drunkard felt that he had exhausted all his strength. As soon as he sat down on the ground, he looked up at the head standing outside the window.

Before he could recover, his pants were soaked with something, and the feeling of coldness and stickiness was uncomfortable.

He was shocked and glanced down. He just sat on the picture, a blood stain spreading on his pants.

His eyes widened, and the drunkard saw that in the photos of all the animals on the ground being abused, the animal's head was gone, and black and red blood was leaking from the animal's broken neck.

The drunkard almost suffocated. He climbed up and stood up.

"Boom! Boom!"

The window was hit by the head, and the drunkard didn't dare to look at it, propped himself up and ran outside.

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

Like a dog, like a person!

"what?"

Dare not to approach the stairs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The drunkard turned and hid in another room.

He didn't look at it, he closed the door directly, and after locking it, leaned on the door and gasped.

For an ordinary person, he has not been scared crazy, and already has a strong psychological quality.

"No, hurry and go out to meet other people!" The drunk man remembered the other passengers at this time. He pushed the table behind the door and began to look at the room.

Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cabinet.

"This is where they cook?"

The drunk man looked around, and the sweat on his forehead went down frantically. He ran into the kitchen of this small two-story building. Unfortunately, the kitchen had no windows.

"It's over."

The sound of broken glass came from outside, and the bells of the wind in the hallway became larger and larger. The drunkard was reluctant to give up. Driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to find something useful in the kitchen.