Chapter 16 Pupil (VI)
The tall man was startled, looked back, and then froze. In his sight, a mangy dog, whose body was dirty and whose bones were partially exposed, was standing behind him, staring at him fiercely, with its lips parted, revealing its white fangs, and growling before attacking. The reason why it was called fierce was that the left eye of the mangy dog looked very strange, with blood-red eyeballs filling the entire eye socket, and it looked completely asymmetrical with the right eye. It seemed that it was not a dog's eye at all, but a human eye!
After seeing this scene clearly, the tall man could not help but feel a chill in his heart. The next second, the mangy dog was like a puppet, with its head pulled forward by an invisible force, and it pounced on the tall man's leg. The tall man was shocked by the bloodshot pupil, and he was unable to react because of his injured hands and feet. The sharp teeth instantly sank into his thigh muscles.
The man felt pain, but he didn't scream. He gave up trying to kill Jack, turned around, and wanted to chop the mangy dog's head with a kitchen knife. The man and the dog fought each other. Jack took this opportunity to kick the ground with his feet, supported himself with his hands, and quickly crawled backwards. The pain in his injured shoulder was unbearable at the moment, but he didn't have time to care. He just crawled to the door of the bedroom regardless of everything, closed the door, and then stood up and walked to the end of the bed.
During this process, there were bites and screams at the door of the living room. The kitchen knife in the hand of the tall man slashed at the neck of the mangy dog frantically. However, the more he chopped, the more frightened he became. According to common sense, with this degree of knife wound, the mangy dog should have died at this moment, but the other party not only did not die, but took away several pieces of meat from his thigh and waist, which was extremely ferocious!
Ding! The mangy dog bit the man's wrist holding the knife, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground. The tall man's hands and feet were injured and he couldn't stand. He finally broke free and wanted to grab the mangy dog's hair and throw it out. But when he pulled it, the fur fell off. The mangy dog bit his neck as if nothing had happened.
At this time, Jack grabbed a pair of pajamas from the bed and wrapped it around his shoulder with his backhand, trying to tie the wound tightly to stop the bleeding, but now only one hand was left to move, and his left shoulder couldn't exert force, so he couldn't bandage it at all. He wrapped it around his shoulder twice randomly, and suddenly there was a muffled groan outside, and the biting and struggling sounds stopped.
Jack looked at the bedroom door. The bedroom door had been damaged because of his fight with Fiona's body, and it couldn't be closed. At this moment, there was a dark crack in the door, and nothing could be seen. But Jack had a very bad feeling. He tried to hold his breath. Now not only did his shoulder hurt badly, but his left side was numb, and his chest was in unbearable pain after being hit by the man's knee. His head was buzzing, as if he was going to faint at any time.
He clenched his right hand into a fist and walked a few steps towards the door quietly, wanting to take a chair to block the bedroom door. But just as he took a step, a strange roar suddenly sounded outside the bedroom door. Jack paused and dared not move forward, because the sound was already close to the door.
He opened his eyes and looked carefully, and saw a red eyeball slowly approaching the crack of the door, staring coldly at the room. Being stared at by the red pupil, Jack was numb. He knew very well that the pupil was in the eye socket of the mangy dog at this moment, but in fact it was not a dog's eye at all, but a human eye, from Fiona's eye.
It turned out that Jack's guess was wrong. That night, the mangy dog did not eat the eyeball at all, but the eyeball directly occupied the eye socket and became a part of the mangy dog's body. At this moment, the dog should be in a strange state of life. It is said to be dead, but it can be clearly heard growling and panting. If it is not dead, the knife wounds on its body and the exposed bones seem to tell Jack that it cannot be alive.
Stared at by this bloodshot pupil, Jack dared not move for the time being. Seeing this scene, it is certain that the death of the tall man outside the living room must be horrible. At this moment, Jack has roughly guessed the identity of the man, otherwise he can't think of anyone who would want to kill him as soon as they meet.
Although the tall man is dead, the situation is still very dangerous for Jack now, even worse. After a few seconds, he could feel his stiff body slowly recovering and moving again, and at this time the mangy dog's low roar was approaching, and the head embedded in the bloodshot eyeball moved closer to the bedroom door.
Jack's shoulder was still bleeding from the wound, and the clothes on his left arm were soaked in blood and stained red, but the situation was critical at the moment, and he could not take care of stopping the bleeding for the time being. He glanced at the direction of the workbench, where the light from the street lamp outside the window shone in, making it brighter. At this moment, on the workbench near the window sill, arc knives and flat-blade knives of various sizes were lined up.
But there was a bed between him and the workbench. At this moment, the bald head of the mangy dog had already stretched half into the bedroom. Jack had no time to think about it, stepped on the bed, and rushed to the workbench quickly.
At the same time, the mangy dog pushed open the bedroom door, and the low roar in his throat turned into a warning when he was about to bite, and he went around the end of the bed and pounced on Jack. Jack grabbed the wooden chair in front of the workbench. The chair was light, but the wood was very strong and could be picked up with one hand. He swung the chair behind him and resisted the mangy dog who was biting at him with his mouth open at the critical moment.
The four legs of the wooden chair were connected by solid wood bars, which temporarily blocked the madly charging head of the mangy dog. However, the wood chips were bitten and flew everywhere, and the force of the impact was very strong. Maybe because of the blood loss, Jack felt that he could not hold on for much longer. He immediately held the wooden chair with his right hand, and with his left hand, he endured the pain of the shoulder pulling, and reached out to grab a 1.4cm arc knife on the workbench.
The blade of this knife is relatively wide. Now his left hand cannot make a fist because of the shoulder injury, so he can only use weapons. After grabbing the wooden handle of the arc knife, a strong smell of blood has already hit him. At least two of the horizontal bars of the chair legs were bitten off by the mangy dog. Its head passed through the chair legs and quickly came to Jack. Jack had no time to react, and his left hand holding the arc knife stabbed hard into the red eye socket of the mangy dog.
With a puff. Because his left shoulder was seriously injured, the force of the stab into the target was not strong. Jack gritted his teeth and shouted, and switched his injured left shoulder to the wooden chair desperately. He freed his uninjured right hand, quickly stretched forward, grabbed the arc knife that was still stuck in the mangy dog's eye socket, stabbed it with all his strength, and then cut it horizontally, and then pulled it back suddenly.
Unconsciously, he used the usual carving techniques and skills. Click! The congested eyeball was cut out and fell to the ground. The mangy dog's body immediately collapsed to the ground and stopped moving. After the eyeball rolled on the ground for a short distance, the inertia of the rolling had disappeared, and it should have stopped moving, but suddenly, a strange force made it roll forward again, making a small turn and rolling towards Jack who was sitting on the ground.