Chapter 300: painter

After speaking, Xu Yin slowly appeared from behind Chen Ge, rushing towards the old lady at the same time, one person and one ghost.
The wrinkles on her face squeezed together. The old man watched Chen Ge leave the room 304 and entered a place where the light did not shine. Her shriveled lips curled up to both sides.
But before she smiled, before Chen Ge, a man in a half-length red suit suddenly rushed out!
"It hurts!"
The wounds were covered with blood, and the man was lying on the ground like a beast, hysterical!
The old man's smile froze on his face, his body turned into a black shadow at a speed that was completely incompatible with his age, and ran downstairs.
"Don't you let me go with you!"
The skull-crushing hammer hit the place where the old ghost had just stood, and the sound spread throughout the building.
"Today, you don't want to run any of them!" Xu Yin and Chen Ge chased past.
The corridor was full of footsteps, and the steps seemed to be endless. The old man first discovered that the corridor was so long. This should be the most horrible night she had ever spent.
The exit of the corridor is in front of her, and the black shadow flies away. She is just an ordinary ghost. When she saw Xu Yin in a half-length red dress, she was frightened.
"stop!"
Chen Ge shouted at the back, Xu Yin's speed was only a little faster than that of the shadow, and when the shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed an arm of the shadow.
The shadow was shocked, without any hesitation, he disconnected his arm, ran out of the building without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.
"It seems that I still have to exercise in the future, and I run too slowly." Chen Ge felt a little regretful. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the arm that had been broken by Black Shadow had disappeared. The blood stains seem to have become a little more.
"It would be nice if Xu Yin could become a red suit." Chen Ge looked at the dark neighborhood quietly: "Since I was met, then I can't just sit back and wait until I find the drawer, and then help the old man but obsessed. . "
Called Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor, and he called the agent again.
The other party did not answer. He sent a few more messages to the other party, asking if the other party was there. He wanted to "thank you" for the other person's reminder.
"Why didn't you answer my phone?"
Chen Ge held the mobile phone in his left hand, and dragged the broken skull hammer into the 304 room with his right hand.
"The living room and the bedroom at the door have been checked, and the drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocked by everything, and they seem to be afraid that I will enter there."
The last room was locked, but this was only a blow to Chen Ge.
"The bedroom door is locked from the inside, and the gambler who lost his hand is hiding inside?"
After breaking 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 tables occupying half of the area, and the remaining half of the space is occupied by a small rusty refrigerator and a tattered mat.
"The edges of the mat are worn out. It seems that the owner often uses this mat. Isn't there a bed outside? Why must he stay in this room? Is it afraid of ghosts?"
The atmosphere of this room is completely different from the outside. No abnormalities are felt, and neither the drawers nor the wardrobe are nailed by the door panels.
"The work table and the cabinet are spotless, like someone is cleaning every day." Chen Ge looked at the neat bookshelves and various debris, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart: "It feels like a ghost is helping to clean the sanitation , The ghosts in this room have cleanliness? "
Open the bookcase, there are various books related to comic drawing.
"" Popular Comic Sketching Technique "," How to Draw a Popular World "," Detailed Explanation of Human Structure "... These books are not in line with the status of the first few tenants, has the fourth tenant ever lived in the house?"
Chen Ge put the books back in place and found a lot of scraps under the cabinet.
The strange thing is that there are obvious traces of rubbing on these scraps, and some have been torn, but they have been reassembled and affixed with tape.
"All the waste manuscripts are preserved?" Chen Ge took the thick waste manuscript in his hand and glanced casually.
The characters on the white paper are a bit weird. I can feel that the painter is trying to make the characters cute and popular, but the actual effect is very bad.
This painter is definitely not a professional who studies painting. Most of the characters he painted are facial paralysis, a few eyes are not so dull, and his expression is a little horrified.
It can be seen that the artist is studying hard and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetic seems to be different from that of the general public. Even if he is copying other people's works, he can also draw the feeling of a popular and beautiful girl as a female body.
"It's a gift to be able to paint every painting so scary."
Chen Ge put down the waste manuscript, saw a thin yellow-skin notebook in the corner of the cabinet, and turned a few pages casually. The book recorded the weekly expenses and the owner's remuneration for each painting.
After reading the contents of the book, the expression on Chen Ge's face became strange.
Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also considered to be a tenant in Room 304, except that he shared the room with others and only rented this small bedroom.
He has a limited life, and is a manga fan himself, but he turned over the notebook. The cartoonist lived in the hut for three years, and the income obtained by painting was only 1,200 yuan.
One thousand yuan was funded by the old fan, the old lady, and the remaining two hundred people were running under the overpass to draw pictures. As a result, the living people were drawn like the dead and chased and beat for a long time. After the police came to coordinate, The beater paid him.
He is purely relying on the savings from his previous work to generate electricity for love. The monthly cost of living and living is controlled within 400 yuan. His philosophy is that as long as he does not die, he will always be in his early stages.
This sentence is very good, but some cruel thing is that until he died, his comics were not accepted.
At the end of the notebook is a folded newspaper ~ EbookFREE.me ~ in the cracks of the newspaper reported the news that a middle-aged man bravely rescued a child who fell into the water and drowned himself.
The coverage of the report is limited, and the name of the middle-aged man is not even mentioned above.
"This is not the same as those ghosts said. How many tenants are there in 304?" Chen Ge put all the scraps back to their original positions and walked to the work table: "Back to the living room, what the black phone said The work table should be this one. "
There are many painting tools neatly arranged on the desktop, as if waiting for his master to come back to use at any time.
Chen Ge's gaze slowly moved. He looked at the three drawers next to the work desk, and raised his hand to pull the first drawer away, which contained brushes and paint.
"It shouldn't be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer again, which contained the rejection letter received by the middle-aged man. It was filled with a drawer and was kept by the painter.
Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer, and he pulled hard, but the drawer was still.
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