The old lady was hospitalized and rented the house to a salesman.

The salesman is a foreigner, in his thirties, according to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day, is polite and polite.

The salesman who is kind on the surface is actually full of holes on the inside, and he is a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, you will always fail for inexplicable reasons.

Sometimes some strange things happen around me, such as having nightmares at night, dreaming that my wife was dismembered and put in a drawer, tangled and worried all night, and only when I wake up in the morning do I remember that I don't have a girlfriend at all.

The sky was clear when I went out, and it was pouring rain just halfway through, and my clothes were soaked, so I wanted to take shelter from the rain at the breakfast shop and have breakfast by the way, and I felt my pocket and found that my wallet was lost.

I couldn't get a car, I walked to the company, I was scolded by the boss after being late, and the customers who received him all day were not waiting to see him, and the worst thing was to find that the door was pried open when I got home, and there was a thief in the house.

A rough day for others is just a daily routine for a salesperson.

Compared to those unfortunate things, what really made him desperate was that the house he lived in seemed to be haunted!

He lives alone in an old house, watching TV at night and wanting to relax, whenever he sees a happy place, he is not happy, and laughter comes from behind him.

There are many similar things, halfway through the shower, someone will hand him shampoo, go to the toilet without paper, and a roll of toilet paper will roll in from outside the bathroom by itself.

He used to be a staunch atheist, but the experience of renting an apartment is slowly turning his worldview upside down.

In order to prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a video camera and filmed it in the house.

After a week, he found that there really seemed to be a ghost in the house, and that the ghost was hiding in a drawer!

The salesman tried to board all the wardrobes and drawers in the house, and the goblins never showed up again. But he became more and more unlucky, and about a month later, he was fired by his boss and had a car accident on the way home.

After the salesman died, he found out that there was an evil ghost on his body, and the ghosts in the apartment had been helping him suppress it before, and then he sealed the drawers and wardrobes, and the evil ghosts had no other ghosts to counterbalance, and finally killed him.

The protagonist of the fourth story is an old landlady who rents out a house that has accidents with several tenants in a row, and she feels extremely guilty, and she stubbornly believes that everything is her fault.

Slowly, the old man's mental problems appeared, and she always felt that her children and the first two tenants had not left, and everyone was still living in this old house.

She asked her neighbors and the people around her over and over again, and knew that the neighbors in the old house avoided the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman and deliberately alienated.

Some people even fled and moved out directly, and the tenants in the building became fewer and fewer, and the old lady became more and more silent.

Slowly, I don't know when the legend of a haunted room appeared in the community, and the old lady herself became synonymous with ghosts and abnormalities.

Everyone was far away from her, and no one wanted to associate with her.

After some time, the old lady met a destitute painter under the overpass.

The painter had a blue nose and swollen face, as if he had just had a fight, and the old lady felt some sympathy for him, so she wanted the painter to paint a picture of her dead son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to fund the painter's meal, but who knew that the characters drawn by the painter were very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.

The old lady treasured the painter's painting and hung it in the house.

What she didn't expect was that the next evening, someone came to rent a room, and the new tenant was a painter.

The painter didn't expect the landlord to be an old lady either, he just searched the old town and found this room to be the cheapest.

Life is a combination of countless coincidences, the painter met the first person in his life to appreciate him, gained the first fan, and the old lady also met someone who was not afraid of her and was willing to talk to her.

The painter became the new tenant of the old house, and the old lady only symbolically charged the painter some fees, and she regarded the painter as her own child, and her favorite thing to do was to listen to the painter talk about her dreams.

After a month or two, the old lady gradually noticed something strange about the painter.

The painter often converses with his paintings, and in the middle of the night, all sorts of strange noises can be heard in the artist's room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious, so she secretly entered the painter's room while he was out to submit.

As a result, in the drawer of the artist's desk, she found a handmade comic book with a total of four stories.

The weird painting style, the terrifying plot, every character seems to come to life.

What's even more bizarre is that the first three comic stories correspond to the old man's son, the English teacher and the salesman.

The more the old man looked, the more frightened she became, and then she opened the fourth story, to her surprise, the protagonist of the fourth story turned out to be herself, and it was about what happened after she met the painter.

This is the end of the fourth story, and the last one is the end.

The fifth story is very short, similar to Fanwai, the protagonist is a cartoonist, with a standard middle-aged frustrated face, and a very sad and decadent look.

The cartoon introduces his daily life, he gets up at 5:20 in the morning, he is full of energy to cheer himself up in the mirror, and then takes out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofreads the sketch.

Busy until 8:20, he sorted out all the sketches, took his bag and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang to recommend his comics to the editor.

As a result, the month of his hard work was denied in fifteen minutes, and the whole person walked out of the office like a walking corpse.

He took the sketch, sat on the side of the road, looked at the busy city, and waited until it was almost dark before he went home with a sad face.

Walking through the twisted and noisy city, into the dark hallway, he opened the door to room 304.

The warm light shone on him, and the old lady of the landlady cooked a meal for him, and the old man said that he had seen his painting this morning, and it was very good.

The painter had forgotten that this was the first time he had been rejected, and he said sorry to the old man, and he was afraid that he would not continue to paint in the future.

Back in his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the hut with his legs crossed.

He looked at a drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head deep in his chest.

Failing again and again, he crumpled up the rejected paintings and threw them in the trash.

He kept complaining and feeling aggrieved, saying that he had no talent for painting, and decided to give up everything, even if he jumped from the stairs in the future, he would never paint again.

He kept talking to himself until twelve o'clock in the evening, and the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on a mat.

The lights in the hut flickered and then went out.

The crumpled drawing paper in the trash can ran out on its own, unfolded and flattened little by little, and was seriously placed in the cabinet, and the desktop was cleaned up again.

The last part of the comic is turned black and white, and the cartoonist is asleep in the cramped cabin, but there are several "people" floating around him.

The leader is a tall and thin man, who grabs a quilt with his only remaining right hand and covers it for the cartoonist, muttering that it is really not worrying.

Next to him was a woman whose body was about to fall apart like a building block, and the woman was very beautiful, frowning, and she had drawn a very small part of the cartoonist. The fragments of people are thrown away, and then all the waste manuscripts are carefully laid out.

At the table stood a man in a black shirt, who was working with a pen to refine the cartoonist's drafts.

The night passed quickly, and the next morning at 5:20 a.m., the alarm clock rang punctually, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.

He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror and looked at his face in the mirror, and began to cheer himself on.

"It's another day full of vitality, work harder! The poor are just begging, and the immortals will always come out! ”