"Where are we?!"

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, and I quickly tried to wake up the boss, but his mouth was tightly sealed with tape. I turned around and looked at the boss. He, like me, had his hands and feet tied up and his mouth was blocked.

We were all put into a thatched house with a bedroom, and the wooden door was locked.

What is going on? Did Uncle Jia imprison us? He is so kind and enthusiastic, why would he do this? Weren't we fine when we first came here?

My mind was full of questions, and I wanted to shout out, but I couldn't make a sound, so I could only howl "woo woo". At this time, the boss suddenly gave me a look, seeming to tell me not to make any sound. I hurried

After quieting down, I could only hear movement in the inner room, appearing and disappearing. Could there be someone in there?...

I wanted to crawl over, but found myself tied by a rope.

"Damn it! Who did it! Let me know and I will kill him!"

I cursed hard in my heart, but there was no way to escape.

It's useless to struggle blindly. It can only gradually deplete your physical strength. This is the first time in our lives that we have been imprisoned. We need to carefully look for loopholes around us and try our best to think of ways to escape!

So I looked at the whole room again. It was a very ordinary agricultural warehouse. The outer room where we were was kept some tools for plowing, and there were wires, bridles, hooks, chains and other items hanging on the walls.

.We don’t know what kind of heart the person who imprisons us has, and what exactly he wants from us.

There was a table standing under the wall, and I couldn't see what was on the table clearly, so I simply stuck my head and looked up. The scene in front of me made my hair stand on end - kitchen knives, forks, axes...everything.

It was stained with a bright red color, and I couldn't tell whether it was blood or rust.

The noises in the back room became more and more obvious, and now I can confirm that there are indeed people locked inside. They must have been silenced as well, and they heard our voices, so they were reminding us.

The boss and I were tied tightly and could only roll over on the spot. I remembered that I had a saber in my pocket, so I turned sideways, but found that the knife in my pocket was gone. We were tied

The people must have planned it in advance, fearing that we would escape, so they searched our pockets.

An atmosphere of extreme terror lingered in the room. I struggled again, trying to move to the hoe at the door and use the blade of the hoe to cut the rope around my wrist, but I couldn't move. One end of the rope was tied to my arm.

, one end is tied to the ankle...

"Hiss...hiss..."

Suddenly there were rustling footsteps outside the door, which seemed to be dragging something. My heart beat violently, and then continued to tighten until I was almost out of breath...

"squeak……"

The door opened, and Uncle Jia slowly walked in dragging a large piece of transparent plastic cloth. The plastic cloth was covered with blood and black sticky stuff was stuck on it. When it was dragged in front of me, I realized that

It was clearly a scalp with hair! A disgusting fishy smell spread out with a breeze. I curled up my limbs and almost felt sick.

He glanced at us and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. His original friendly image still existed, but now it seems that this appearance is just a cover for his hypocrisy. His smile was weird and evil, his eyes were dull and confused, and he

His behavior was even more chilling! He threw the plastic sheet on the ground, walked out again, and locked the door again...

The boss and I looked at each other and couldn't believe my eyes. Yesterday he was an amiable uncle, but today he turned into a terrifying and strange demon. Could the blood-red plastic sheet he dragged in be used for

The place where the corpses were piled... The sticky stuff on it was clearly left when the corpses were dismembered... And the smile before leaving, in retrospect, is so perverted and ugly...

The boss and I began to struggle desperately again. A smell of death enveloped the small dark room. We need to escape from this ghost place as soon as possible, otherwise no one can imagine what will happen next!

"Hiss...hiss..."

The footsteps sounded again, this time heavy and slow, and every pore in my body opened. I swallowed hard and stared at the wooden door in front of me.

"Bang……"

The door opened, and he stepped in again, carrying a long table with short legs on his back. Liquid dripped from the corner of the table from time to time. When he looked at the ground, what was dripping was actually blood...

He spread the plastic sheet on the ground and put it on the table. Did he want to kill people on the table, and then used the plastic sheet to prevent the blood from soaking into the ground?...

I stared at all this carefully with my eyes wide open. The answer seemed to be getting more and more obvious, but I still didn't believe what was happening in front of me! What happened to Uncle Jia! Didn't he experience such a tragedy? He had

He would rather risk his life and escape than watch the scene of cannibalism. Why did he do such a terrifying thing now!

I am troubled by many doubts, mostly fear and uneasiness. We managed to survive in the world of the walking dead, but we ended up being imprisoned and killed by our own kind. Why did the world become like this? Could it be that they are like this?

Is there no trace of humanity at all?...

My soul is trembling, and every nerve is extremely sensitive. Even if there is the slightest abnormality at this time, I will feel a chill...

He went back and forth from the house to the house several times, and when he came in for the last time, he locked the door.

He held a basin made of yellow clay and placed it gently on the ground at the end of the table. The boss and I focused our eyes on the basin at the same time. The bottom of the basin was full of dark colors, and the edges of the basin were dipped in dye.

What's bleeding... is still bright red blood!

This immediately reminded me of a scene in the countryside: a blood-red table with struggling animals tied up on it, and a basin placed at one end of the table. Then the butcher took a shiny sharp knife and wiped it hard on the animal's neck.

Go down...the livestock howled in pain, and the scarlet blood spurted out from the arteries, splashed into the mud basin, and even sprayed out more than one meter away, sprinkling on the nearby ground...

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the more I thought about it, the less I dared to watch any more. Unexpectedly, we, who had slaughtered countless corpses, were actually trembling when we looked at this scene of slaughtering livestock.

He picked up a kitchen knife from the high table, danced back and forth, hummed something in his mouth, and looked crazy with satisfaction.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly leaned in front of the boss, gently scratched the boss's neck with the back of the knife, and then sighed softly, as if he was cursing something. The boss was really startled by his sudden move.

He tried to struggle, but to no avail. He shouted, but could only make a "wuwu" sound. In the blink of an eye, the madman smiled again, grinning hard at the corners of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes into slits.
Chapter completed!