Chapter 634 - One Ghost Story to Every House (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The kitchen could not really be called big, and the most conspicuous object in the room was the cupboard. There were many delicious looking dishes placed inside, but strangely enough, all of them were wrapped inside plastic wrap, and most had been left there for so long that the rot had started to set in. “Why would they use the cupboard to store the food when there’s a perfectly fine fridge?”

The situation was too urgent for the drunkard to stop to figure out a question like that. He rushed to the stove and noticed that the exhaust fan that was installed on the wall.

“This fan…” Perhaps it was special design, or maybe it was the family’s peculiar habit, but the exhaust fan installed in the kitchen was larger than normal, and it was just large enough for a child to fit through.

“There’s no window in the kitchen, so to help ventilation, a large exhaust fan is installed?” The drunkard stepped on the chair and yanked the fan down forcefully. He looked at the hole, and his expression was colored with hesitation. The hole was too small for an adult. If he was stuck inside, he could not imagine what would happen.

( Boxno vel. co m )  “What should I do now?” Just as the drunkard was hesitating, he saw the cleaver that had been left on the chopping board. Blood and bone chips were stuck to the blade. He looked up at the hole and looked down at the cleaver. A strange idea appeared in the drunkard’s mind like everything so far had been cleverly arranged by someone.

The hole was too small for a normal adult, but if one chop off their scapula and sheared off their hipbone, they should be able to fit through the hole easily. Holding the cleaver in his hand, the handle was sticky, and it made the drunkard uncomfortable. As if trying to rush him, he heard the sound of the doors behind opening in the corridor like someone was opening every single room to check them one by one.

“If I escape from here, who knows what kind of crazy thing I’ll run into next. Only a real idiot would harm themselves.” He held the cleaver in one hand. He bit on his lips, and suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. “I could pretend to have escaped from the exhaust fan, but actually, I’ll be hiding somewhere else. When the owner comes to check the room, I’ll use that opportunity to escape.”

The drunkard looked around before walking to the fridge.

The kitchen was not big, but there was a very large double-layer fridge. The drunkard opened the top layer, and it was stuff full of various deodorants and air-fresheners—some unopened, some used.

“What’s with these things?” This was the first time that he had seen such things being stored inside the fridge. He bent down to open the bottom layer, and it was filled with several black plastic bags.

“These couldn’t be dead bodies, could they?” Alas, there was no other option for the drunkard—the only hiding place large enough to fit a man was the fridge. He moved the black plastic from the bottom layer to the top layer. During the moving process, a dog’s head fell out from a gash in one of the bags.

“These are carrying dog meat?” To cover his trail, the drunkard picked up the dog’s head, but when he shoved the head into the fridge, he accidentally glanced at the head. The pupils were frozen in fear, and the longer he looked at it, the more he felt the head looked like a human. He could not really explain why, but it just felt he was not staring at a dog’s head but a frozen human head.

“F*ck this!” Unable to stare at the dog’s head anymore, the drunkard slammed the door shut after he finished moving all the black plastic bags.

BANG!

He was just finished with his work when the doorknob of the kitchen was being turned. When the person noticed that the door refused to open after giving it multiple tries, the shaking became more violent.