The kitchen is not big, the most conspicuous thing is the cabinet, which contains all kinds of delicious food on it, but the things are all wrapped in plastic wrap, and a large part of them have been broken.

"If you have a refrigerator, why use a cabinet to store food?"

The situation was critical and the drunkard had no time to think about these problems. 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 by the other party or if the family has special habits. The exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is larger than the normal exhaust fan. The ventilation opening can just accommodate a child crawling in and out.

"There is no window in the kitchen, so a high-power exhaust fan is installed?" The drunk man stepped on the chair. He violently removed the exhaust fan, looking at the vent, his face was gloomy and gloomy.

This exit is too small for an adult. Once it is stuck, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"What should I do?" When the drunk man was struggling, he saw the bone-cutting knife placed on the chopping board, and there were still bone residue and bloodshot on the blade.

Looking up at the vent and looking down at the bone chopping knife, the drunk man had a very strange thought in his mind, as if it had been arranged by someone.

The ventilation vents look very narrow for adults, but if the shoulder blades are broken and the hips are smashed, it should be easy to climb out.

He reached out and grabbed the bone chopping knife, and the handle was sticky, which made the drunk man feel very disgusting.

It seemed to be to urge him, when he was hesitating, the sound of the door being opened in the corridor, as if someone was checking in one room after another.

"I don't know what terrifying thing will be encountered from here. If I really chop myself up, I'm a fool." The drunk man grabbed the bone-crushing knife with one hand. He bit his lip hard and thought of a way.

"Disguised as escaping from the ventilation duct, then hid somewhere, and escaped as the owner checked." The drunk man looked around and finally walked towards the refrigerator.

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

The drunkard opened the upper layer of the refrigerator and was stuffed with various deodorants and air fresheners. Some of them were opened or some were used.

"Is this too much?" This was the first time he saw someone use a refrigerator to fill a deodorant.

Bent over and open the layer below the refrigerator, where there are several black plastic bags.

"It's not a corpse, right?" The drunk man had no choice. There was only a refrigerator in the kitchen that could hide people.

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.

"Is there dog meat in it?" In order not to be exposed, the drunk man picked up the dog's head on the ground, but just as he stuffed the dog's head into the upper floor of the refrigerator, he accidentally saw the dog's face.

His eyes were full of fear. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dog's face looked very similar to a human. He couldn't tell the reason, so he felt that it was not a dog's head, but a frozen human face.

"It's so weird!" He didn't dare to look at the dog's head anymore, and the drunkard stuffed all the black bags into the upper layer of the refrigerator.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished it, the kitchen door lock was twisted. After the other party tried several times, it was impossible to open, and the movement began to grow.

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

"It was discovered!" The drunk man put the chair directly under the vent, then carried a knife into the lower floor of the refrigerator, and closed the refrigerator door.

The wooden door in the kitchen was hit several times in a row, but it still did not open. The monster outside the door seemed to give up.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the whole room suddenly became quiet.

The drunk man was trembling so much that he didn't dare to come out, worried that it was a trap the other party had put on him.

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

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

“It’s coming in!”

The drunk man didn't know what the owner of the building looked like. He would feel nervous whenever he thought of the photos he took.

Footsteps sounded in the kitchen, and the chair was quickly pushed down and the owner seemed to be checking.

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

The door on the upper floor of the refrigerator was opened and he stuffed it randomly inside, a bunch of black bags all rolled out.

The drunk man's face turned pale in an instant, and he knew that he had been discovered!

"Get out of here!"

Maybe the bone-clip knife gave him the courage, and the drunk man knocked open the refrigerator door.

The dog meat on the ground was reflected in his eyes, 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 man was still shocked when he saw this thing.

The eyes moved, and the drunk man looked at the dog's head again, standing in the middle of the dog meat in the ground with an invisible age.

He was wearing a dog's skin, and the expression on his face made the drunken man feel familiar.

"This face seems to be the dog who can laugh in the photo!" He was cold all over, and he used all his strength to drill out from the lower layer of the refrigerator, and ran away without saying a word.

"The expression of a dead dog is similar to a human, but the living person shows the smiling face of the dog in the photo." A sentence appeared in the drunkard's mind. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe it if he had not seen it with his own eyes: "Did the dead dog occupy the body of a living person? Or did the dog exchange bodies with a human? Or was it a curse? The curse of a smiling dog?"

The drunk man didn't know what he was thinking, so he ran to the room he first entered.

In front of something that was even more scary, the things I was afraid of before seemed not so scary. The drunk man ran into the room and looked back as he turned the corner.

The weird guy was chasing him like a mad dog on all sides.

The skin on his face wrinkled together, showing a smile that was exactly the same as the dog in the photo.

He shook his hand and closed the door. The drunk man jumped out of the window and left. He didn't dare to turn his head and ran out of the two-story building.

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

"What kind of monsters are these? Why do you feel like there are monsters hidden in every house?"

The blood mist was filled with the drunkard standing at the intersection of the road. He looked around and suddenly found that the bus that was originally parked in the middle of the road was missing.

"Is it because I was running in the wrong direction? The car was at the intersection?" The drunk man stood by the roadside. He didn't dare to get too close to those buildings: "Compared with buildings, the road is safer. I will walk along the road first and mark it. The bus should be nearby."

The drunk man bent down and walked along the road, but before he could walk far away, he suddenly saw a man waving to him not far away.

The visibility in the blood mist was very low, and he could only see a rough outline.
Chapter completed!