After finishing speaking, Xu Yin slowly appeared from behind Chen Ge, and one person and one ghost rushed towards the old lady at the same time.

The wrinkles on her face were huddled together, and after the old man watched Chen Ge leave room 304 and enter a place where the light could not shine, her shriveled lips curled to the sides.

But before she could smile, before Chen Ge, a man in half red suddenly rushed out!

"It hurts!"

Blood splattered from the wounds all over his body, and the man fell on all fours like a beast, with a hysterical face!

The old man's smile froze on his face, and his body turned into a black shadow and ran downstairs at a speed completely inconsistent with his age.

"Didn't you let me go with you!"

The skull-crushing hammer slammed into the place where the old man's ghost had stood, and the sound echoed throughout the building.

"Today, none of you want to run!" Xu Yin and Chen Ge chased after each other.

The corridor was full of footsteps, and the stairs seemed to be endless, and the old man found for the first time that the corridor was so long, that it should have been the most terrifying night she had ever had.

The exit of the corridor was in front of her, and the black shadow was running wildly, she was just an ordinary ghost, and she was directly frightened when she saw Xu Yin who was half-dressed in red.

"Stop!"

Chen Ge shouted from behind, Xu Yin's speed was only a little faster than the black shadow, and when the black shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed one of the black shadow's arms.

The black shadow shook all over, without the slightest hesitation, broke his arm, ran outside the building without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.

"It looks like I'm going to have to exercise in the future, I'm running too slowly." Chen Ge felt a little sorry, when he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the black shadow's broken arm had disappeared, and the blood stains on Xu Yin's body seemed to have become a little more.

"It wouldn't be bad if Xu Yin could become a red coat." Chen Ge looked at the dark community faintly: "Since I have met it, then I can't sit idly by, wait until I find the drawer, and then go to help the old man but obsessed." ”

Calling Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor, and he dialed the intermediary's phone again.

The other party never answered, and he sent a few more messages to the other party, asking if the other party was not there, and he wanted to "thank" the other party for the reminder in person.

"Why don't you answer my phone?"

Chen Ge held the mobile phone in his left hand and dragged the skullcrusher hammer in his right hand into room 304.

"The living room and the bedroom at the door have been checked, and the drawers should be in the last room. The goblins did everything they could to get in the way, and seemed to be scared of me getting there. ”

In the end, the 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 hiding inside?"

After smashing the door open and tossing for half a night, Chen Ge finally entered the last room.

The bedroom is small, with huge bookcases and work desks taking up half of the area, and the remaining half of the space is occupied by a small rusty Xiaoice box and a tattered mat.

"The edges of the mat are worn out, it seems that the owner of the house often uses this mat, isn't there a bed outside? Why did he have to stay in this house? Is it because you are afraid of ghosts? ”

The atmosphere of this room is completely different from the outside, there is nothing unusual to feel, and the drawers and wardrobes are not nailed shut.

"The desks and cabinets were spotless, as if someone was cleaning them every day." Chen Ge looked at the neat bookshelves and all kinds of miscellaneous items, and a very strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart: "It feels like a ghost is helping to clean up, and the ghosts in this house have a habit of cleanliness?" ”

When I opened the bookcase, there were all kinds of books related to manga drawing.

"Popular Manga Sketching Techniques", "How to Draw a Popular World", "Detailed Explanation of Human Body Structure", ...... These books don't quite fit the identity of the previous tenants, could it be that there was a fourth tenant living in the house? ”

Chen Ge put the books back in their place and found a large pile of discarded manuscripts under the cabinet.

Strangely, there are obvious traces of rubbing on these waste manuscripts, and some have been torn apart, but they have been reassembled and glued with tape little by little.

"All the scraps have been saved?" Chen Ge took the thick scrap manuscript in his hand and glanced at it casually.

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

This painter is definitely not a professional painter, most of the characters he paints are facial paralysis, a few eyes are not so dull, and the expression is still a little terrifying.

It can be seen that the painter is studying hard and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetic seems to be inherently different from the public, even if he copies other people's works, he can draw the feeling of a popular beautiful girl as a female corpse.

"It's a talent to be able to paint every picture so horrible."

Chen Ge put down the waste manuscript and saw a thin yellow notebook in the corner of the cabinet, and flipped a few pages at random, which recorded the weekly expenses and the remuneration of the owner of the house for each stroke of drawing.

After reading the contents of the book, the expression on Chen Ge's face became strange.

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant of room 304, but he shares a room with someone else and only rents this small bedroom.

He was a comic book lover himself, but after rummaging through his notebook, the cartoonist lived in a hut for three years, earning only 1,200 yuan from drawing.

One thousand yuan was funded by the landlady who was the only fan, and the remaining 200 was for him to draw people under the overpass, and as a result, he painted the living person like a dead person, and was chased and beaten for a long distance, and after the police came to coordinate, the beater compensated him.

He purely relied on the savings from his previous work to generate electricity for love, and the food and housing were controlled within 400 yuan per month, and he adhered to the concept that as long as he did not die, he would always come out.

That's a good saying, but it's a bit cruel that his cartoons weren't accepted until he died.

At the back of the notebook is a folded newspaper, in which the news of a middle-aged man who bravely rescued a child from drowning in the water was reported.

The report is limited in space, and it doesn't even mention the name of the middle-aged man.

"This is not quite what those ghosts said, how many tenants does 304 have?" Chen Ge put all the waste manuscripts back in place, and then walked to the work desk: "With your back to the living room, the work desk mentioned in the black phone should be this one." ”

There are many painting tools neatly arranged on the table, as if waiting for his master to return and use them.

Chen Ge's gaze moved slowly, he looked at the three drawers next to the work desk, and raised his hand to pull the first drawer open, in which were placed paintbrushes and paints.

"Probably not this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer, which contained a rejection letter received by a middle-aged man, which was crammed into a drawer, all of which were kept by the painter.

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