Chapter 213: Comic Room

　　 Chen Lu was forcibly squeezed out of the comic again. This time, the entire comic was scratched by Sadako and Kayako, and all the comics were damaged.
　　 This few cartoons was completely destroyed, and Chen Lu also heard the anger coming from the deepest part of the corridor.
　　 Someone is inside? !
The comics around 　　 also don't have the ability to trust people to enter the comics, only the ordinary comics are left.
　　 Chen Lu quickened his pace, and finally, after walking for an unknown period of time, he saw a door in front of him with many graffiti painted on it, and the culprit of all this-the cartoonist should be inside.
　　 Chen Lu stood in front of the door, without hesitation, he pushed the door and walked in.
A dimly lit table lamp illuminates the environment in the room. It is depressed, humid, and bored. It is the main theme of the room. In front of him is a rickety otaku with a lot of swimming rings on his stomach, and he is still drawing pictures on his hands. , After drawing a picture, a cartoon flies out. It seems to be a human head. The human head is constantly refreshing, with expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The facial features on the face are gradually refined, and details are constantly being added.
　　 Is this a manga artist?
　　 Chen Lu walked into the room, the door made a "creaking" sound, and it slammed shut, closing the room completely.
　　 Even though Chen Lu had already entered the room, the "cartoonist" in front of him still did not do anything and was still immersed in his own comic world.
　　 And his back is soaked with sweat, it seems to have been drawing for a long time, and he is very tired.
　　 It is reasonable to say that this is Chen Lu's best chance to take a shot, but he was stunned for a long time, but after all, he did not take a shot.
　　 This person is a little strange...this is his first instinct.
　　 Although this person is exuding a ghost, it seems that the root is the pen in his hand, not himself.
　　Who is he?
　　 Chen Lu's ghost hand gradually retracted. He looked at the fat man in front of him. Although this action was very risky, he still felt to turn to him to see who he was.
　　 Chen Lu stepped towards this "cartoonist" step by step, until he saw his profile face and his front face...
The person holding the paintbrush in front of him was looking at the drawing paper in front of him with a look of horror. His tears couldn't stop streaming down and hit the paper, but his body never stopped. He was constantly drawing and painting. The same head is painted.
　　 drew his own head.
　　 This person... is the friend of Zhang Yang, the first victim to die... the fat man sucked into the painting.
　　His chin is trying hard to reach Chen Lu, but his eyes are fixed as if, and he keeps staring at the words in his hands, he tries his best to turn his body to Chen Lu, just want to say a word:
"help me."
　　 He doesn't want to die.
　　 The cartoonist put the fat man in front of him, so that he was looking for death here. Either he was pierced by Chen Lu's palm, or he drew a curse to recover.
　　 Of course, Chen Lu would not watch the fat man die, his ghostly spirit broke out, his ghost eyes suddenly recovered, and the black light leaned towards the fat man.
　　 "Zizizi..."
　　The black light shone on the fat man. Chen Lu originally thought it was helping the fat man, but in fact it did bring the fat man closer to death.
　　 I saw a burst of black air exuding from his body, a painful expression on his face, tears could not stop streaming down, the whole body was trembling, his mouth roared and made a painful sound, the whole room was shaking.
　　 But his hands are still moving, he is still painting.
　　 Chen Lu understood that the curse expelling him now pushed him to death, and quickly stopped, but now it doesn't help.
　　 Fatty's whole body began to evaporate, and the whole body burst into black air. Instead of flying upward, the black air found the right direction and drilled towards the portrait on the ground.
　　 The fat man keeps evaporating, and keeps getting into every portrait. Now every painting is him, except that he is no longer him.
　　 The fat man disappeared.
　　 Only a black pen is left on the table. The pen is ordinary, but it is also terrible.
Fatty actually died early in the morning. When he picked up the pen and began to draw his own comic portrait, he would not be absorbed by this pen all the time. When Chen Lu arrived, he thought he was still alive, but It's actually just an empty shell.
　　 Maybe if Chen Lu doesn't come, then he will live forever in this small house, painting his own portrait all the time, and cannot survive or die.
　　 Chen Lu looked at a portrait on the ground with cold eyes.
　　 Ordinary people are so weak and sad in front of the ghost, making him clenched his fists unconsciously.
The pen on the table trembled slightly. It was obvious that no one was holding this pen, but this pen stood up by himself and began to draw on white paper. His drawing speed was so fast that Chen Lu couldn’t even stop him. He was like a printer. Draw a complete picture from top to bottom, and the person in this painting is no stranger to Chen Lu.
　　 This is his headshot.
　　 His face was expressionless, looking at Chen Lu like a dead thing.
　　 A suction force came from this piece of paper, and Chen Lu's soul seemed to be sucked out. Once Chen Lu was sucked into the paper, he would end up like a fat man, completely turning into sheets of white paper.
"Humph."
　　 Chen Lu snorted coldly, his left eye swelled, and the monstrous black light fell straight on the white paper. The white paper painted on him instantly began to burn and burned into nothingness.
　　 But the cartoonist’s attack did not end.
　　 "Wow, wow."
　　 A gust of wind blew by, the stacks of paper in the room were raised, and even a horrified self-portrait with a fat man flew up. The entire room was occupied by self-portraits, and each self-portrait painted a person's face.
　　 These are different victims... and the number is definitely not only the existing victims, but the dead people he brought from another world.
　　 Or rather... the living dead.
Because the people on every piece of drawing paper are very vivid~EbookFREE.me~ They cry, or struggle, or resent, whispering loudly, calling for help from the drawing paper, all telling Chen Lu.
　　 They are all alive...none of them died.
　　 "Help me...Help me!"
　　 "Let me out, let me out!"
　　 "Don't kill me, you bad guy, don't kill me!"
　　 A cartoonist needs the soul of a character to make everyone alive, so he imprisoned everyone’s soul, neither man nor ghost, neither life nor death.
　　 Chen Lu listened to the irritable voice, frowned, grabbed a piece of paper, and crushed it in one hand. The pale ghost hands directly evaporated the whole piece of paper.
　　 Just after Chen Lu pinched a piece of paper, the surrounding ghosts screamed like an explosion.
"what!!"
　　 "He is killing, he is killing!!!"
　　 "He is the devil, he is the devil!"
　　 Numerous scoldings and scolding fell in Chen Lu's ears. They completely forgot that it was the cartoonist who killed them, not Chen Lu.
　　 Chen Lu's body was stagnant, as if he was really affected.
　　 But the next moment, he raised his head, his eyes calm.
　　 "Do you really think this will affect me?"
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