Chapter 300 Painter

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

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

But before she could smile, before Chen Ge, a man in red clothes suddenly rushed out!

"It hurts!"

Blood splattered from the wounds all over his body, and the man fell on all fours like a beast, with a hysterical look on his face!

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

"Didn't you let me go with you!"

The Skull Smasher smashed heavily on the place where the old man's ghost stood just now, and the sound spread throughout the building.

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

The corridor was full of footsteps, and the steps seemed to never end. It was the first time the old man discovered that the corridor was so long. This should be the scariest night she had ever spent.

The exit of the corridor was in front of her eyes, and the black shadow ran wildly, she was just an ordinary ghost, and she was frightened when she saw Xu Yin, who was half-dressed in red.

"stop!"

Chen Ge shouted from behind, Xu Yin was only a little faster than Hei Ying, and when Hei Ying was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed one of Hei Ying's arms.

The shadow shook his entire body, without the slightest hesitation, cut off his arm, ran outside the building without turning his head, and disappeared into the darkness.

"It seems that I have to exercise in the future. I'm running too slowly." Chen Ge felt a little regretful. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the black shadow's broken arm had disappeared, and Xu Yin's body had disappeared. The bloodstains seemed to have grown a little more.

"It would be nice if Xu Yin could be in red." Chen Ge looked at the pitch-dark community quietly: "Since I have encountered it, I can't just sit back and watch, wait until I find the drawer, and then go to help the old man, but I am obsessed with it. ."

Calling Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor, and he called the intermediary again.

The other party never answered, so he sent a few more messages to the other party, asking if the other party was there, and he wanted to "thank" the other party for the reminder in person.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

Chen Ge held the phone in his left hand,

Drag the skull crusher with the right hand and enter room 304.

"The living room and the bedroom at the entrance have been checked, and the drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocking in every way, and they seem to be afraid of me entering there."

In the end, the room was locked, but for Chen Ge, it was just a hammer.

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

After smashing the door open and after tossing for half a night, Chen Ge finally entered the last room.

The bedroom is small, with a huge bookcase and work desk taking up half of the space, and the remaining half of the space is taken up by a small rusted refrigerator and a tattered mat.

"The edges of the mat are worn away. It seems that the owner of the house often uses this mat. Isn't there a bed outside? Why does he have to stay in this house? Is it because he is afraid of ghosts?"

The atmosphere in this room was completely different from the outside, and there was nothing unusual, and neither the drawers nor the wardrobes were nailed to the door panels.

"The work table and cabinet are spotless, as if someone is cleaning it every day." Chen Ge looked at the neat bookshelves and all kinds of sundries, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart: "It feels like a ghost is helping to clean up. , the ghost in this house has a cleanliness?"

Open the bookcase, there are various books related to comic drawing.

""Popular Comic Drawing Techniques", "How to Draw a Popular World", "Detailed Explanation of Human Body Structure"... These books don't quite fit the identities of the previous tenants. Could there be a fourth tenant living in the house?"

Chen Ge put the book back in place, and found a large pile of scraps under the cabinet.

The strange thing is that there are obvious traces of rubbing on these scrap manuscripts, and some have been torn apart, but they have been reassembled and pasted with tape little by little.

"All the scraps saved?" Chen Ge took the thick scraps in his hand and glanced at it casually.

The characters on the white paper are a little weird, and 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 learner of painting. Most of the characters he paints have facial paralysis, a few have less dull eyes, and their expressions are a little scary.

It can be seen that the artist is studying hard and wants to draw popular cartoons, but his aesthetics seem to be inherently different from the public. Even if he is copying other people's works, he can draw a popular and popular girl like a female corpse.

"It's a talent to be able to paint every painting so terrifying."

Chen Ge put down the scraps and saw a thin yellow leather notebook in the corner of the cabinet. He flipped through a few pages at random. The notebook recorded the weekly expenses and the remuneration the owner of the house got for each painting.

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

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist can be regarded as the tenant of room 304, but he is sharing with others and only rents this small bedroom.

He lives in poverty and is a comic book lover himself, but he has searched through his notebooks. The cartoonist lived in the hut for three years and earned only 1,200 yuan from painting.

Among them, 1,000 yuan was sponsored by the only fan, the old lady, and the remaining 200 yuan was drawn by him running under the overpass. As a result, he painted a living person like a dead person, and was chased and beaten for a long distance. After the police came to coordinate, The beater paid him.

He is purely relying on the savings from his previous work to generate electricity for his love. The monthly food and accommodation are controlled within 400 yuan. The philosophy he adheres to is that as long as he does not die, he will always succeed.

Well said, but somewhat cruel that his comics were not accepted until his death.

At the back of the notebook is a folded newspaper, in the gap between the newspapers, there is a report of a middle-aged man who rescued a child from drowning and drowned himself.

The coverage was limited, and it didn't even mention the middle-aged man's name.

"This is not the same as what the ghosts said. How many tenants does 304 have?" Chen Ge put all the scraps back in their original places, and then walked to the work table: "With his back to the living room, he said on the black phone. This should be the work table."

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

Chen Ge's eyes moved slowly. He looked at the three drawers next to the work table, raised his hand and pulled the first drawer open, which contained brushes and paints.

"It shouldn't be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer again. Inside was the rejection letter received by the middle-aged man. The whole drawer was full, and the painter kept it all.

Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer, he pulled it hard, but the drawer didn't move.

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