My House of Horrors

After that, Xu Yin slowly appeared from behind Chen Ge, and one and one ghost rushed toward the old lady.

The wrinkles on the face were crowded together. When the old man saw Chen Song leave from Room 304 and entered the place where the light could not reach, her dry lips tilted to both sides.

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

"It hurts!"

The wounds covered with blood splattered, and the man seemed to be on the ground like a beast, with a look of hysteria!

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

"You are not letting me go with you!"

The broken skull hammer was heavily smashed in the place where the ghost of the old man just stood, and the sound spread throughout the building.

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

The corridor was full of footsteps, and the steps seemed to never end. The first time the old man found the corridor was so long, it should be the most shocking night she had ever spent.

The exit of the corridor was in front of him, and the black shadow played with the madness of life. She was just an ordinary ghost. She was scared when she saw the red voice of the half body.

"stop!"

Chen Ge yelled behind, Xu Yin's speed was only a little faster than the black shadow. When the shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed an arm of the shadow.

The black shadow was shocked, and there was no hesitation in the slightest. He broke his arm and went back to the outside without going back to the darkness.

"It seems that I have to exercise physically in the future, and I ran too slowly." Chen Ge was quite a bit sorry. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the broken arm had disappeared, and Xu Yin’s body The blood seems to have changed a little more.

"If Xu can become a red dress, it is not bad." Chen Ge looked at the dark community quietly: "Since I met, I can't sit back and watch, wait until I find the drawer, then I will help the old man but obey." ""

Called Xu Yin, Chen Song returned to the third floor, and he called the intermediary.

The other party has not answered, he sent a message to the other party, asking the other party is absent, he wants to "thank you" for the other party's reminder.

"Why don't you pick up my phone?"

Chen Song held the mobile phone in his left hand and dragged his broken hammer into the room 304.

“The bedrooms in the living room and at the door have been checked, and the drawers should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocking and seem to be afraid of me getting there.”

The last room was locked, but this was just a hammer for Chen Ge.

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

The door was opened and tossed for half a night. Chen Ge finally entered the last room.

The bedroom is small, the huge bookcase and work table occupies one-half of the area, and the remaining one-half of the space is occupied by a small rusty refrigerator and a tattered mat.

"The edges of the mat are worn out. It seems that the owner often uses this mat. Is there a bed outside? Why should he stay in this house? Is it afraid of ghosts?"

The atmosphere in this room is completely different from the outside, and there is no abnormality. The drawers and wardrobes are not nailed by the door panels.

“Working desks and cabinets are spotless, like people are cleaning every day.” Chen Song looked at the neat bookshelves and all kinds of things, and suddenly there was a very strange thought in his heart: “It feels like ghosts are helping to clean. Is the ghost in this room clean?"

Open the bookcase, which is a collection of books related to comics.

"Popular Comic Sketch Techniques" "How to Draw a Popular World" "Detailed Structure of Human Body Structure"... These books are not in line with the identity of the previous tenants. Is there still a fourth tenant in the house?"

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

The strange thing is that these scraps clearly have traces of cockroaches, and others have been shredded, but they have been re-assembled and taped a little bit.

“All the scraps have been saved?” Chen Song took a thick scrap in his hand and took a look.

The characters on the white paper are a little weird. I can feel the paintings trying to make the characters cute, and the paintings are popular, but the actual paintings are very bad.

This painting hand is definitely not a professional study of painting. Most of the characters he painted are face-to-face. A few eyes are not so sluggish, and the expression is a little scared.

It can be seen that the painter is trying hard to learn and want to draw popular comics, but his aesthetic seems to be different from the public. Even if he works on other people's works, he can also paint the feelings of female corpses.

"It’s a kind of talent to be able to paint every painting so horrible."

Chen Song put down the scrap, saw a thin yellow-skinned notebook in the corner of the cupboard, and flipped a few pages. The book recorded the weekly expenses and the remuneration paid by the owner for each painting.

After reading the contents of the book, the expression on Chen Song’s face became strange.

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant in room 304, but he is sharing the rent with others and renting only this small bedroom.

He is a life-stricken man. He is a comic book enthusiast who can rummag through his notebook. The cartoonist has lived in the hut for three years and earned only $1,200 through painting.

One thousand yuan is the only fan funded by the landlord's old lady. The remaining two hundred are the people who painted under the flyover. As a result, the living people painted like the dead, and they were chased and played far away. After the police came to coordinate, The hitter lost him.

He relied solely on the savings from his previous work to generate electricity for love. He was controlled and kept within four hundred yuan per month. He insisted that if he didn't die, he would always be in the first place.

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

At the end of the notebook is a folded newspaper, in which the news of a middle-aged man who rescued the fallen children and reported his own death was reported.

The coverage of the report is limited, and there is no mention of the name of a middle-aged man.

"This is not the same as those of the ghosts. Is there a few tenants in the 304?" Chen Ge put all the scraps back in place and then walked to the work table: "Back to the living room, said in the black phone. The work table should be this one."

There are a lot of painting tools on the table, just like waiting for his master to come back and use it.

Chen Ge's gaze slowly moved. He looked at the three drawers next to the work table, raised his hand and pulled the first drawer open with a brush and paint.

"It shouldn't be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer, which was a rejection letter received by a middle-aged man. It was completely filled with a drawer and was completely preserved by the painter.

Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer, and he pulled it hard, but the drawer did not move.

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