Kurosaki's eyes lit up as if he had discovered a treasure: "Isn't it true that I have been looking for something to break through the shackles of the existing genre and have my own distinctive style?" ”

He looked at the few originals on the table, and just looking at them, he felt a chill all over his body.

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

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

There are no bloody scenes, no ugly and offensive ghosts, he just paints the people in his eyes, which already sends chills down the spine of the viewer.

"Completely subverting common sense, it feels like he is standing in the perspective of a ghost and dissecting people."

Kurosaki has been painting for more than ten years, is a senior book master, in recent years has been trying to transform, he has been exposed to various genres, visited many well-known manga artists, but never a painter can bring such a huge impact.

"I'm going to find him! I'm going to find this artist who lives in a haunted house! ”

Kurosaki is a professional, and he saw the value of these manga at a glance, and he wanted to learn, and even had an evil idea in his heart that he wanted to take it for himself.

However, he quickly dispelled this thought, a painter who specializes in running to the haunted house to paint, should be respected, this is the real soul painter.

Fear and excitement coexisted, and Kurosaki didn't know what state he was in right now.

He read all the comics and gave professional reviews, as well as extremely high ratings.

"It's a pity, only these are a few photos, as if you know what's going on behind it?" Kurosaki was already fascinated, and he muttered to himself, and just as he finished speaking, the drawer at the bottom of his desk slid outward, opening a gap.

This drawer is different from the desk in color, and it is not the same as the other drawers, giving the impression that it has been forced into the desk.

"What a strange drawer?" Something seemed to guide him, and Kurosaki reached out and pulled the drawer open completely, revealing a drawer of drawings and a hand-bound manga book.

"So many?! How long did he paint in a haunted house? Kurosaki sat cross-legged on the ground, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became: "Every painting is maintained at the highest level, this guy is too cruel to himself, right?" But such a master painter, how come I have never heard of it, when did there be more such characters in the painting circle? ”

The more he read them, the faster he watched, and he couldn't wait to take them home and study them slowly.

"Teacher, there's no movement outside, why don't we go out and have a look?" Natsu noticed that Kurosaki was like a demon, and reminded in a low voice.

"Wait, don't worry, when the time comes, the boss will naturally come to us, what's that idiom called? Yes, wait for work! ”

Kurosaki was quick to flip through the drawings, and he wanted to make sure the drawings told a few stories: "When I get out, I'm going to find the owner of the haunted house!" If I can't meet the artist himself, I'll get my hands on the paintings, no matter how much they cost. ”

Before he knew it, Kurosaki had reached the bottom of the drawer, and he picked up the last drawing.

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

"How did he do it?"

Kurosaki stared blankly at the drawing paper, and it was him who was drawn on it!

Completely real characters, weird and grotesque painting style, and the perspective chosen by the author is also very peculiar, as if it was drawn from hiding in a drawer.

Kurosaki subconsciously looked at the drawer that he had opened, and there was a miserable white face inside, looking at him expectantly.

"That's ...... so"

His eyes rolled up, and Kurosaki passed out straight.

Xiao Natsu didn't understand what was going on, she left from the door of the room and ran to Kurosaki's side: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up! ”

The two of them are together, and they still have a support for each other, and now they are the only ones left, and the sense of horror that cannot be dispersed is infinitely magnified.

On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia didn't know what to do, she took out her mobile phone and prepared to call the emergency number.

But as soon as she unlocked the screen lock, her phone was gently held by another hand.

Looking back, the door was ajar, and Xiao Xia saw three people standing behind him!

The man on the left is extremely pale, the man on the right has blood on his chest, and one arm has been cut off from the wrist position, and the woman in the middle, Xiao Xia, has just seen it, it is the female ghost who ran out of the bathroom just now!

"Don't be afraid, the three of us ......" As soon as the middle-aged man with an extremely pale face spoke, Xiao Xia sat down on the ground and fell unconscious next to Kurosaki.

For tourists who enter Chen Ge's haunted house for the first time to play, the difficulty of the three-and-a-half-star scene is indeed too great.

"I didn't try to scare her." Lao Zhou glanced at Duan Yue and Bai Qiulin awkwardly, and the other two were also a little helpless.

"Actually, I don't blame us, it's mainly because Danian is too calm and can't hold his breath, which scares people out." Bai Qiulin casually put Konatsu and Kurosaki side by side.

"I think so too, the main responsibility lies with Da Nian." Duan Yue nodded thoughtfully.

Hearing the conversation between the three of them, Yan Danian crawled out of the drawer, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and the last person squatted in the corner: "I finally met a painter who admired me, and I was scared out." ”

Seeing Yan Danian's aggrieved appearance, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou, and Duan Yue all laughed.

After they laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian's side together and helped this very depressed cartoonist up.

"Da Nian, congratulations, finally a professional painter agrees with you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's not in vain that I used to check your sketches carefully, and I knew that you would definitely succeed." Duan Yue hammered Yan Danian's shoulder.

"Don't say anything else, New Year, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!" Bai Qiulin, who has always been cold and doesn't like to talk, now has a smile on his face.

The four of them lived in the same building, where they spent the last part of their lives, and instead of cursing everything because of their own death, they chose to protect each other.

Yan Danian's mouth was very stupid, he didn't know how to express his emotions, and kept nodding his head.

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

"Da Nian, go back and paint, these two people are handed over to us."

"Hurry up and send them to the underground corpse store, don't send them too late, people will be scared of problems."

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

"The big year doesn't need the three of us to guard it anymore."

"Yes, I don't know if the three of us will disappear after the obsession of the New Year is realized."

Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.

"What do you think? Hurry up and help! Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I heard that girl just now that this cartoonist is best at books, and he seems to be a well-known master in the industry, do you two know what a book is?" ”