My House of Horrors

After that, Xu Yan slowly appeared behind Chen Song, and each ghost rushed towards the old lady at the same time.

The wrinkles on her face were crowded together and the old man watched Chan Song leave room 304, entering a place where the light could not shine, her dry lips curled up to both sides.

But she didn't wait for her smile to appear. Before Chen Guo, a man in red burst out!

“It hurts! ”

Blood spilled from wounds all over his body, men on the ground like animals, hysterical on one face!

The old man's smile solidified on his face and his body turned into a dark shadow running downstairs at a speed completely incompatible with his age.

“You asked me to come with you! ”

The crushed hammer struck heavily where the ghost of the old man had just stood, and the sound spread throughout the building.

“Today, none of you will run!” Xu Yin and Chen Song chased after each other.

The hallway was full of footsteps and a section of stairs seemed endless. For the first time, the old man noticed that the hallway was so long, it should be the most frightening night she had ever had.

The hallway exit was right in front of her. The shadow played with her life and she was just a normal ghost. She was directly frightened when she saw the sounds of her red coat.

“Stop! ”

Chen Gong shouted in the back, Xu Yan was only faster than Shadow, and as Shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed one of Shadow's arms.

The shadow shook, without hesitation at all, broke his arm, and his head ran outside the building, disappearing into the darkness.

“Looks like I'll have to work out later and run too slow.” Chan was somewhat sad. When he looked at Xu Yan, he found that his broken arm had disappeared and Xu's body appeared to have a little more blood on it.

“It would be nice if Xu Yan could become a red coat.” Chen Goghui looked at the pitch-black neighborhood: “Since I met him, I couldn't sit back and ignore him. When I found the drawer, I went to help the old man, but I was obsessed. ”

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

The other party never answered, he sent them a few more messages to ask if they were there, and he wanted to “thank” the other party's reminder in person.

“Why didn't you answer my phone? ”

Chen Guo took his cell phone with his left hand and dragged a broken skull hammer into room 304 with his right hand.

“I checked both the living room and the bedroom at the door and the drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts tend to stop me and seem scared I'm going in there. ”

The last room was locked, but it was just a hammer thing for Chan.

“The bedroom door was locked from the inside, hidden by a gambler who lost his hand? ”

After breaking the door open and tormenting for half an evening, Chan Song finally entered the last room.

Bedrooms are small, huge bookcases and work tables occupy one-half of the space, and the remaining one-half is occupied by a rusty little refrigerator and a broken cold seat.

“The edge of the cold seat is all worn out. It looks like the owner uses this seat a lot. Isn't there a bed outside? Why did he have to stay in this room? Are you afraid of ghosts? ”

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

“The work tables and cabinets are spotless, as if they were being cleaned every day.” Chen Gong looked at the neat bookshelves and all kinds of clutter, and suddenly a strange thought appeared: “It feels like the ghost is helping to clean up the hygiene. Is the ghost in this house cleanliness habit? ”

Open the bookcase, which contains a variety of books related to cartooning.

“The Popular Cartoon Sketching Act, How to Draw a Popular World, Details of the Structure of the Human Body... These books don't quite match the identities of the previous guests, did they have a fourth guest in the house? ”

Chen Gong put the book back in place and found a bunch of scrap under the cabinet.

Strangely, there are obvious signs of rubbing on these scraps, while others have been torn apart and re-assembled with a little tape.

“All scraps saved?” Chen Gong took the thick scrap in his hand and glanced at it.

The characters on the blank paper are a bit weird, I can feel the painter trying to make the characters cuter, the painting is a little popular, but the actual painting is very bad.

This painter is definitely not a professional study painter. Most of the characters he paints are facial palsy, a few eyes are not so stubborn, and his expression is a little creepy.

As you can see, the painter is studying hard and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetics seem to be born different from the rest of the world. Even if he copies other people's works, he can draw the feeling of being a popular young girl as a corpse.

“It's a gift to be able to paint every painting so horribly. ”

Chen Gong dropped the scrap, saw a thin yellow leather notebook in the corner of the cabinet, flipped a few pages, recorded the weekly expenses, and the owner's compensation for each painting.

Looking at the contents of the book, the expression on Chen's face became strange.

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant of room 304, except that he rents this little bedroom with someone else.

His life was strained, he was a comic book enthusiast, and he went over his notebook. The cartoonist lived in the cabin for three years and earned only $1,200 from his paintings.

One thousand yuan was funded by the only fan host, the old lady, and the remaining 200 were painted by him under the bridge. As a result, the living person was chased and beaten a long way. After the police came to coordinate, the batter compensated him.

He relies purely on his savings from his previous work to generate electricity for love, eating and controlling within $400 a month, and he insists that as long as he doesn't die, he always comes out.

That's a good statement, but some cruelty is that his comics were not accepted until his death.

At the end of the notebook is a folded newspaper that reports a middle-aged man bravely rescuing a water child and drowning himself in a newspaper clip.

The coverage was limited and did not even mention the names of middle-aged men.

“It's not like those ghosts said, 304. How many tenants are there?” Chen Gong puts all the scrap papers back where they belong and walks to the desk: “Back to the living room, the desk in the black phone should be this one. ”

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

Chen Gong's eyes slowly moved, and he looked at the three drawers next to the work desk, lifting his hand and pulling the first drawer apart, with brushes and paint inside.

“It shouldn't be this.” Chen Gong opened the second drawer, which was a refund letter received by a middle-aged man. It was filled with a drawer and kept by the painter.

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