Chapter 633 - No Where to Run (1/2)

Chapter 633: No Where to Run

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

“Is this aniery that the pictures portrayed made the drunkard uncomfortable He shoved the pictures back into the draithout looking through all of the wet and sticky on his pal the phone to see, the drunkard’s eyes jumped His palms ith reddish-black blood

“But I haven’t touched anything other than the pictures? Could the blood have seeped out froe rooing, and athe front door… even if the drunkard had one hundred tie, he would not have left the roo fur out of the as on the second floor, and this room was the furthest from the stairs, so it should be the safest room” He did not dare to leave, worried that the ht outside the door once he opened it However, he could not help but panic, staying inside the room “But ould the pictures leak blood? I should have accidentally brushed against a certain part of the drawer, or maybe there’s a hidden coe, the drunkard yanked the last drawer off its hinges and placed it on the ground This time, he clearly saw that there were indeed the pictures inside the drawer

“Wait, so did the blood really come from the pictures?” His assue for him to escape from the room His eyes fell on the pictures, and the drunkard noticed soe In all the pictures where the man was abused, the man’s face was hidden, but in all the pictures where thethe animal, when the ani the ani their heads to the ca his victory spoils

“Such aat the pictures for far too long, but the drunkard suddenly noticed that all the ani

“This is the first time that I’ve seen such an expression on an ani?” The drunkard shi+vered He did not dare get any closer to the pictures on the ground He looked around, and the longer he stayed in the room, the more scared he became “How come it feels like this place is scarier than the one fro to rub the blood stain away, but his fingers touched so else After some hesitation, he pulled the bedsheet back, and the stench hit him like a wall On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a human-shaped blood pool that had already dried

From the shape alone, he could tell the victireat pain before he perished The blood splatter exploded around the stomach It looked as if the victim had been pounced on by some kind of beast, and the beast had torn open his stomach and neck

The drunkard was a sales like this before His body petrified, and his brain went into shut down His scalp was nus At the last

“So place!” This conclusion caer For a man who lived in a peaceful world, this was the first time the drunkard had come so close to an actual murder His eyes darted about, and he finally ca he did was toss the bedsheet away

His eyes moved to his feet, and the ani; he is really laughing! I’m not mistaken!”

The drunkard was a bit crazed fro up inside the bus, it felt like his whole world had changed He had not experienced anything like this before, not even in his nightmares

“I need to leave this place; I cannot stay here anyainst the wall and walked to theHe gripped the curtain, but he did not have the courage to pull it back, worried what he ripped by hesitation, and his legs were shaking As Murphy’s Law stated, what one wished would not happen would always happen A strange sound ca on so froh to bend down to look under the bed When the noise grew too loud, he yanked the curtain back