My House of Horrors

Kurosaki's eyes glow as if he had discovered a treasure: "Breaking through the shackles of the existing genre and having a distinct style that belongs exclusively to him, isn't that what I've always been after? ”

He looked at several manuscripts on the table, just looking at them, and he felt cold.

A common comic character, in the hands of this painter, seems to have a soul.

He seemed to be able to draw complex human hearts directly through his leather bag.

There are no bloody scenes, no ugly and disgusting ghosts, he just paints the person in his eyes and has made the viewer's spine cool.

“Totally subverts common sense, feels like he's taking a ghost angle to dissect people. ”

Kurosaki has been painting for more than a decade and is a master of senior books. In recent years, he has always wanted to transform. He has come into contact with various genres and visited many famous cartoonists, but no painter has ever had such a huge impact.

“I'm going to find him! I'm gonna find this painter who's hiding in a haunted house! ”

Kurosaki was a professional, and he saw the value of these comics at a glance, and he wanted to learn, and he even had an evil idea in his heart that he wanted to own.

But he soon dispersed the idea again, and a painter who specializes in painting in haunted houses should be respected, which is the true soul painter.

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

He finished all the comics, gave professional reviews, and very high reviews.

“Unfortunately, these are the only ones that seem to know what's going on back there?” Kurosaki had become obsessed, he muttered to himself, and just as his voice had fallen, the drawer at the bottom of the desk slid out, opening a gap.

This drawer is not the same color as the desk and is not quite the same as other drawers, making it feel like it was forced into the desk.

“What a strange drawer?” There seemed to be something in the underworld that was guiding itself, Kurosaki reaching out and pulling the drawer apart, with drawer manuscripts and a hand-built comic book.

“So many?! How long did he paint in the haunted house?” The more Kurosaki sat on the floor, the more shocking it was: “Each painting maintained the highest standards, and this guy was too harsh on himself, wasn't he? But masterclass painters like this, how come I've never heard of them? When did they get more of them in the circle? ”

The sooner he sees it, the sooner he can't help but take all the comics home and study them.

“Teacher, there's no movement outside. Why don't we go outside?” Xiao Xia discovered that Kurosaki was bewitched, whispering a warning.

“Wait a minute, no hurry, time's up, the boss will come looking for us. What's that idiom called? Yes, Eyyi! ”

Kurosaki looked quickly and wanted to make sure the scripts told several stories: “When I get out, I have to find the haunted house owner! If I can't see the artist myself, I have to get them no matter how much they cost. ”

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

The paper was yellow, obviously many years ago, but the handwriting on it was wet, as if the painting had just been drawn!

“How did he do that? ”

Kurosaki stared at the paper, and it was him!

Totally authentic characters, weird and bizarre paintings, and the author chose a very strange perspective, like hiding in a drawer.

Kurosaki's subconscious look at the drawer that was pulled open by himself, with a miserable white face, looking at him with anticipation.

“It turns out...”

Turn your eyes over and Kurosaki faints straight to the ground.

Xiao Xia didn't understand what was going on. She left the door and ran to Kurosaki: “Teacher! Wake up! Wake up! ”

Together, the two of them had one another, and now they were alone, and that indissoluble sense of terror had been amplified indefinitely.

Nearly collapsed, Xiao Xia didn't know what to do. She took out her phone and was ready to make a first aid call.

As soon as she unlocked the screen, her phone was held gently by the other hand.

Looking back, the door was half open, Nacchan, and that's when you saw three people standing behind you!

The man on the left was pale to the extreme, the man on the right had red blood on his chest, an arm was cut off from the position of his wrist, the woman in the middle Xiao Xia had just seen, the ghost who had just escaped from the bathroom!

“Don't be afraid, the three of us...” The pale to the ultimate middle-aged man just opened his mouth, Summer sat on the floor, unconscious next to Kurosaki.

For first time visitors entering the Chen Gong Haunted House to play, the Samsung Half Scene is really too difficult.

“I didn't mean to scare her.” Zhou took an awkward look at Moon and Bai Qiulin, and the other two were a little helpless.

“Actually, it's not our fault, mainly because the new year is too uncomfortable to calm down, which scares people.” Bai Qiulin will discharge Xiao Xia and Kurosaki together if nothing happens.

“I agree, the main responsibility lies with the new year.” Moonshake nodded with a meddling nod.

When I heard the conversation between the three of them, Yan Yan crawled out of the drawer and tried to say something. I didn't know how to say it. The last person squatted in the corner: “I finally ran into a painter who appreciated me and was stunned by me. ”

Bai Qiulin, Zhou and Zhuang Moon all laughed when they saw the new year of the year.

When they laughed enough, they walked to New Year's together and lifted up this very depraved cartoonist.

“Congratulations, big year. Finally, a professional painter agrees with you.” Zhou gently hugged Xiao for a long time, coming from his heart.

“I checked your manuscript carefully before, and I knew you would succeed.” Moon hammered his shoulder for a long time.

“Nothing else to say, New Year's Eve, rich and noble, don't forget!” Bai Qiulin, who has always been cold and unspeakable, now has a smile on his face.

The four of them lived in the same building and spent the last part of their lives here, choosing not to curse everything because of their own death, but to guard each other.

Big Years mouth is stupid, he doesn't know how to express his emotions, constantly nodding his head.

“You don't have to talk, we all do. ”

“Go back to painting for the new year and leave these two to us. ”

“Send them to the underground morgue as soon as possible. Don't be late. People are scared. ”

When they returned to the comic book in New Year's Eve, Zhou and the three of them glanced at each other.

“The three of us have not been used as guardians for many years. ”

“Yeah, I don't know if the three of us will disappear after the New Year's obsession. ”

Zhou said softly to Bai Qiulin.

“Think about what? Hurry up and help!” Moon dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I just heard the girl say that the cartoonist is best at books, like a famous master in the industry, do you two know what books are? ”