My House of Horrors Chapter 300: Painter

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After finishing speaking, Xu Yin slowly emerged from behind Chen Ge, rushing towards the old lady at the same time, one person and one ghost.

The wrinkles on her face squeezed together. The old man watched Chen Ge leave the room 304 and entered a place where the light could not reach. Her shriveled lips curled up on both sides.

But before she smiled, before Chen Ge, a man in red with a half-length body suddenly rushed out!

"so painful!"

Bleeding wounds spewed blood, and the man was on the ground like a beast, with a hysterical look!

The old man ’s smile froze on his face, and his body ran downstairs at a speed that was completely inconsistent with age.

"Do n’t you let me go with you!"

The skull-crushing hammer hit the place where the old ghost had just stood, and the sound spread throughout the building.

"Today, you don't even want to run!" Xu Yin and Chen Ge chased after each other.

The corridor is full of footsteps, and the steps seem to be endless. The old man first discovered that the corridor is so long, this should be the most horrible night she has ever spent.

The exit of the corridor is in front of her. Black Shadow has furiously run. She is just an ordinary ghost. When she saw Xu Yin in a half-length red dress, she was immediately frightened.

"Stop!"

Chen Ge shouted at the back, Xu Yin ’s speed was only a little faster than that of the shadow, and when the shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed an arm of the shadow.

The black figure was shocked, without any hesitation, he disconnected his arm, ran out of the building without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.

"It seems that I still have to exercise in the future, and I run too slowly." Chen Ge felt a little regretful. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the arm that had been broken by Black Shadow had disappeared, and Xu The blood on Yin seemed to have become a little bit more.

"It would be good if Xu Yin could become a red suit." Chen Ge looked at the dark neighborhood quietly: "Since I have been met, then I can't just sit back and wait until I find the drawer and help the old man." But obsessed. "

Called Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor, and he called the agent again.

The other party never answered. He sent a few more messages to the other party, asking if the other party was there. He wanted to "thank you" in person.

"Why do n’t you answer my phone?"

Chen Ge held the mobile phone in his left hand and dragged the broken skull hammer into his right hand to enter Room 304.

"The living room and the bedroom at the door have been checked, and the drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocked by everything, and they seem to be afraid that I will enter there."

The last room was locked, but it was only a blow to Chen Ge.

"The bedroom door is locked from the inside, and the gambler who lost his hand is hiding inside?"

Cracking the door open and tossing for a little half night, Chen Ge finally entered the last room.

The bedroom is small, with huge bookcases and work tables occupying half of the area, and the remaining half of the space is occupied by a small rusty refrigerator and a shabby mat.

"The edges of the mat are worn out. It seems that the owner often uses this mat. Isn't there a bed outside? Why should he stay in this room? Is it afraid of ghosts?"

The atmosphere of this room is completely different from the outside. You ca n’t feel anything unusual, and neither the drawers nor the wardrobe are nailed by the door panels.

"The work table and the cabinet are spotless, like someone is cleaning every day." Chen Ge looked at the neat bookshelves and various debris, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart: "It feels like a ghost is in Help clean the house, the ghosts in this room have cleanliness? "

Open the bookcase, which contains various books related to comic drawing.

"" Popular Comic Sketching Techniques "," How to Draw a Popular World "," Details of Human Structure "... These books are not in line with the status of the first few tenants, did the fourth tenant live in the house?"

Chen Ge put the books back in place and found a lot of scraps under the cabinet.

The strange thing is that there are traces of rubbing on these scraps, and some have been torn, but they have been put together again, and they are pasted with tape.

"All the waste manuscripts are preserved?" Chen Ge took the thick waste manuscript in his hand and glanced casually.

The characters on the white paper are a bit weird. I can feel that the painter is trying to make the characters cute and popular, but the actual effect is very bad.

This painter is definitely not a professional who studies painting. Most of the characters he paints are facial paralysis, a few eyes are not so dull, and his expression is a bit scary.

It can be seen that the painter is studying hard and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetic seems to be different from the general public. Even if he is copying someone else ’s work, he can also paint the female corpse of the popular and beautiful girl a feeling of.

"It is a gift to be able to paint every painting so horror."

Chen Ge put down the waste manuscript, saw a thin yellow notebook in the corner of the cabinet, turned a few pages casually, and recorded the weekly expenses in the book, as well as every stroke the owner got through painting Manuscript remuneration.

After reading the contents of the book, the expression on Chen Ge's face became strange.

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant in Room 304, except that he is sharing with others and only rents this small bedroom.

His life is limited. He is a manga fan, but he turned over his notebook. The cartoonist lived in the cabin for three years, and his income from painting was only 1,200 yuan.

One thousand yuan was funded by the old fan ’s old lady, and the remaining two hundred people were running under the flyover to draw people. As a result, the living people were drawn like the dead, and they were chased and beaten far away. After coordination, the beater compensated him.

He purely relied on the savings from his previous work to generate electricity for love, and his food and accommodation were controlled at less than four hundred yuan a month. His philosophy is that as long as he does not die, he will always be in his early stages.

This sentence is very good, but somewhat cruel is that until he died, his comics were not accepted.

At the end of the notebook is a folded newspaper. In the cracks of the newspaper, there is news that a middle-aged man bravely rescued a child who fell into the water and drowned himself.

The length of the report is limited, and the name of the middle-aged man is not even mentioned above.

"This is not the same as those ghosts said. How many tenants are there in 304?" Chen Ge put all the scraps back to their original positions and walked to the work desk: "Back to the living room, black phone The work table mentioned here should be this one. "

There are many painting tools neatly arranged on the desktop, as if waiting for his master to come back to use at any time.

Chen Ge ’s eyes slowly moved. He looked at the three drawers beside the work table, and raised his hand to pull the first drawer away, with brushes and paint in it.

"It should not be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer again, which contained the rejection letter received by the middle-aged man. A drawer was completely filled, which was kept by the painter.

Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer, and he pulled hard, but the drawer was still.