It was one evening when Song Jinhua realized that something was wrong.
As a professional stray animal rescuer who stayed up all night just to accompany a cat for surgery, she slept until evening.
To be precise, I was woken up by the golden retriever Doudou at home.
I saw it lying in the corner of the living room, staring at the curtains, its whole body trembling, its eyes full of fear.
The window was closed with a heavy curtain, and only a few strands of orange light came through from behind the curtain, illuminating a certain corner of the ceiling. Outside the window was a busy road next to her private garden. It was always busy and police patrolled, so it was absolutely impossible for outsiders to sneak in and rob her.
But I have to say that there was a major car accident here the day before yesterday. The car owner was crushed to a pulp on the spot, and four pedestrians also pretended to be dead. In an instant, Han Yunqing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his eyes towards Doudou became extremely frightening.
She thought it was just a rumor that animals could see things that humans couldn't.
Doudou also looked at her, sobbing and shaking, and this time he didn't even dare to yell.
Things still had to be faced. Song Jinhua, who had never believed in evil, picked out the sharpest knife from the kitchen, bravely walked to the bedside, and cautiously opened a corner of the curtain. In an instant, she was like falling into an ice cave - she saw a person with his back to her, standing in her garden. His hair was messy and covered in blood.
The man clearly felt her gaze, and turned to look at her with an extremely slow and twisted movement. Then, the corners of his mouth raised, and he grinned, revealing a smile.
In an instant, Song Jinhua felt horrified, as if her whole body was nailed to the ground - what the man was holding was a human arm, what he was chewing was a human eyeball, and blood was flowing from the corners of his raised mouth.
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The setting sun in the sky is like blood, cars are honking on the road, and the ground is covered with blood. The living people have broken arms and legs, crying and wailing, running among the corpses, with countless people chasing behind them.
She thought that the thing she regretted most in her life was opening this curtain.
Intention: work hard