My House of Horrors

Kurosaki is like a treasure, and his eyes are bright: "Break the shackles of the existing genre, and have a distinctive style that is unique to you. Isn't that what I have been pursuing?"

He looked at a few manuscripts on the table, just looking at it, there was a feeling of being cold.

An ordinary comic character, in the hands of the painter, seems to have a soul.

He seems to be able to draw complex hearts directly through the skin.

There are no **** scenes, no ugly and resentful ghosts. He just draws the people in his own eyes and has already made the viewer's back cool.

"Completely subverting common sense, I feel like he is standing in the perspective of a ghost, to analyze people."

Kurosaki has been painting for more than ten years. He is a senior master. He has been transforming in recent years. He has been in contact with various genres and has visited many famous cartoonists, but no artist has ever brought such a huge impact.

"I want to find him! I want to find this painter who lives in a haunted house!"

Kurosaki is a professional. He can see the value of these cartoons at a glance. He wants to learn, and even has a kind of evil thought that he wants to take for himself.

However, he quickly dispelled the idea. A painter who went to the haunted house to paint should be respected. This is the real soul painter.

Fear and excitement coexist, and Kurosaki does not know what kind of state he is in.

He read all the comics, gave a professional review, and a very high evaluation.

"Unfortunately, only these few, I seem to know what happened behind?" Kurosaki has become fascinated, he muttered to himself, just as his voice just fell, the drawer at the bottom of the desk slid outward, opening a Gap.

The drawers and desks are different in color and are not the same as other drawers, giving the impression that they are forcibly stuffed into the desk.

“Wonderful drawers?” There seems to be something in the dark, and Kurosaki stretches out the drawer, which is a drawer drawing and a hand-stitched comic book.

"So much?! How long did he paint in the haunted house?" Kurosaki sat on the ground, the more he looked, the more shocking he was: "Every painting has maintained the highest level. Is this guy too embarrassed to himself? But this way Master painter, how have I never heard of this, when is there such a character in the circle?"

The more he looks, the faster he can, and he can’t wait to bring all these comics home and study it slowly.

"Teacher, there is no movement outside, or do we go out and see?" Xiao Xia found that Kurosaki was like a demon, and whispered.

"Wait again, don't worry, time is up, the boss will come to us naturally, what is the idiom called? Right, wait for work!"

Kurosaki looked at it very quickly. He wanted to make sure that the drafts told a few stories: "After going out, I must find the haunted house owner! If you can't see the artist himself, then no matter how much the paintings cost, I will I have to get it."

Unconsciously, Kurosaki had turned to the bottom of the drawer and he picked up the last manuscript.

The yellowing of the paper is obviously something that was many years ago, but the handwriting on it is wet, just like the painting was just drawn!

"How did he do that?"

Kurosaki looked at the drawing paper, and it was his own painting!

The completely real characters, the weird style of painting, and the perspective chosen by the author are very strange, just like hiding in a drawer.

Kurosaki looked subconsciously at the drawer that was pulled by himself. There was a pale face in it, and he looked at him with expectation.

"It turned out to be..."

Both eyes turned up, and Kurosaki fainted to the ground.

Xiao Xia still doesn't understand what happened. She left the door and went to the side of Kurosaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"

When two people are together, they still have a reliance on each other. Now there is only one person left alone, and the horror of being driven is infinitely magnified.

On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia did not know what to do, she took out her mobile phone and was ready to call the emergency number.

Just waiting for her to unlock the screen lock, her cell phone was gently held by another hand.

Looking back, the door was half open, Xiao Xia saw that there were three people standing behind him!

The man on the left was pale to the extreme, the man's chest on the right made the blood red, and one arm was cut off from the wrist. The woman in the middle had just seen it, just the female ghost who just ran out of the bathroom!

"Don't be afraid, we three..." The middle-aged man who was pale to the extreme had just opened his mouth. Xiao Xia sat down on the ground and was in a coma beside the Kurosaki.

For the first time to enter the Chenge Haunted House to play, the Samsung half scene is really too difficult.

"I didn't want to scare her." Lao Zhouyi's Chao Duanyue and Bai Qiulin took a look, and the other two were somewhat helpless.

"In fact, we don't blame us. The main reason is that the New Year is too calm and unsettled. This will scare people away." Bai Qiulin will discharge Xiaoxia and Kurosaki if nothing happens.

"I think so too, the main responsibility is in the big year." Duan Yuejun nodded in a difficult way.

When I heard the conversation of the three people, Yan Danian climbed out of the drawer and wanted to say something. He didn't know what to say. The last person came to the corner: "I finally met a painter who admired me and was scared by me. fainted."

Seeing Yan Danian’s grievances, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue laughed.

After they laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian and helped the cartoonist who was very ruined and decadent.

"New Year, congratulations, finally a professional painter agrees with you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian, from the heart of his feelings.

"I don't want to help you check the drafts before, I know that you will succeed." Duan Yue hammered Yan Danian's shoulder.

"Nothing else to say, big years, rich and rich, don't forget!" Bai Qiulin, who has always been cold and not talking, now has a smile on his face.

The four lived in the same building, where they spent the last part of their lives. They didn't curse everything because of their death, but chose to guard each other.

Yan Danian’s mouth is stupid. He doesn’t know how to express his emotions and keeps nodding.

"You don't have to talk, we all understand."

"You will go back to painting in the New Year, and these two people will be handed over to us."

"Hurry to send them to the underground corpse, don't send it late, people will scare the problem."

After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, the old Zhou and the three of them looked at each other.

"The New Year has not been guarded by the three of us."

"Yes, I don't know if the three years of obedience will be realized, and the three of us will not disappear."

Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.

"What do you want? Hurry and help!" Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I just heard the girl say that the cartoonist is best at the book. It seems to be a well-known master in the industry. Do you know what the book is? ?"