After saying that, 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 squeezed together. When the old man saw Chen Ge leaving room 304 and entering a place where the light could not reach, her withered lips curled up to both sides.
But before she could smile, a man half-dressed in red suddenly rushed out before Chen Ge!
"It hurts!"
Blood splattered from the wounds all over his body. The man was lying on all fours like a beast, with a face full of hysteria!
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 ask me to go with you?"
The skull-crushing hammer hit the place where the old man's ghost had just stood, and the sound spread throughout the building.
"Today, none of you can escape!" Xu Yin and Chen Ge chased after each other.
The corridor was full of footsteps, and the steps seemed to be endless. For the first time, the old man discovered that the corridor was so long. This should be the most terrifying night she had ever spent.
The exit of the corridor was right in front of her, and the black shadow ran as fast as she could. She was just an ordinary ghost. She was immediately frightened when she saw Xu Yin, who was half-dressed in red.
"stop!"
Chen Ge shouted from behind. Xu Yin was only slightly faster than the black shadow. When the black shadow was about to escape from the corridor, he grabbed one of the black shadow's arms.
The black figure was shaken all over. Without any hesitation, he disconnected his arms and ran outside the building without looking back, disappearing into the darkness.
"It seems that I have to exercise in the future. I am running too slow." Chen Ge felt a little regretful. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the broken arm of the black shadow had disappeared, and the broken arm on Xu Yin's body had disappeared.
There seemed to be a little more blood stains.
"It would be nice if Xu Yin could become a red-coat." Chen Ge looked at the dark community faintly: "Since I have encountered him, I can't just sit back and wait until I find the drawer before helping the old man.
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After calling Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor and dialed the agency's number again.
When the other party didn't answer, he sent a few more messages to the other party, asking if the other party was there. He wanted to "thank" the other party in person for the reminder.
"Why don't you answer my call?"
Chen Ge entered Room 304 with a cell phone in his left hand and a skull-crushing hammer in his right hand.
"I have checked the living room and the bedroom at the entrance. The drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocking me in every possible way, and they seem to be afraid that I will enter there."
The last room was locked, but this was just a slap in the face to 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 struggling for half a night, Chen Ge finally entered the last room.
The bedroom was very small, with a huge bookcase and work table taking up one-half of the area, and the remaining half of the space was occupied by a small rusty refrigerator and a tattered mat.
"The edges of the mat are frayed. It seems that the owner of the house often uses this mat. Isn't there a bed outside? Why does he insist on staying in this house? Is he afraid of ghosts?"
The atmosphere of this room is completely different from the outside. There is nothing unusual about it, and the drawers and wardrobes are not nailed shut.
"The work table and cabinets are spotless, as if someone is cleaning them every day." Chen Ge looked at the neat bookshelves and various sundries, and a very strange thought suddenly came to his mind: "It feels like ghosts are helping to clean the house."
,The ghost in this house is mysophobic?"
Opening the bookcase, there are various books related to comic drawing.
""Popular Comic Sketching Techniques", "How to Draw a Popular World", "Detailed Explanation of the Human Body Structure"... These books do not quite match the identities of the previous tenants. Is there a fourth tenant living in the house?"
Chen Ge put the books back to their original places and found a large pile of scrap manuscripts under the cabinet.
The strange thing is that there are obvious traces of rubbing on these scrap manuscripts, and some have been torn into pieces, but they have been put back together and taped bit by bit with tape.
"Have all the scrap manuscripts been saved?" Chen Ge took the thick scrap manuscript in his hand and took a casual look.
The characters on the white paper are a bit weird. You can feel that the artist is trying hard to make the characters more cute and popular, but the actual effect is very terrible.
This painter is definitely not a professional painter. Most of the characters he painted have facial paralysis, but a few of them have less dull eyes and some scary expressions.
It can be seen that the artist is studying hard and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetics seems to be inherently different from the public. Even if he copies other people's works, he can still draw a popular beautiful girl to look like a female corpse.
"Being able to make every picture look so terrifying is a kind of talent."
Chen Ge put down the scrap manuscript and saw a thin yellow notebook in the corner of the cabinet. He flipped through a few pages. The notebook recorded the weekly expenses and every remuneration the owner of the house received through painting.
After reading the contents in the notebook, the expression on Chen Ge's face became strange.
Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant in room 304, but he shares it with others and only rents this small bedroom.
He lived in poverty and was a comic lover, but after looking through his notebooks, he found that the cartoonist lived in a small house for three years and earned only 1,200 yuan in income from drawing.
One thousand yuan was funded by his only fan, the landlady, and the remaining two hundred yuan was spent on painting people under the overpass. As a result, the living people looked like dead people. He was chased for a long distance. After the police came to coordinate,
The person who hit someone should pay compensation to him.
He purely relied on the savings from his previous job to generate electricity for his love, and kept his food and accommodation within 400 yuan per month. He adhered to the concept that as long as he did not die, he would always succeed.
This is a good statement, but what is a little cruel is that until his death, his comics were not accepted.
At the end of the notebook is a folded newspaper. In the middle of the newspaper is a report about a middle-aged man who bravely rescued a child who fell into the water and drowned himself.
The report was limited in length and did not even mention the middle-aged man’s name.
"This is different from what those ghosts said. How many tenants have there been in 304?" Chen Ge put all the scrap manuscripts back to their original positions, then walked to the work table: "With your back to the living room, what was said on the black mobile phone
This should be the work table."
There are many painting tools neatly placed on the table, as if they are waiting for their owner to come back and use them at any time.
Chen Ge's eyes moved slowly. He looked at the three drawers next to the work table and raised his hand to open the first drawer, which contained brushes and paints.
"It shouldn't be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer. Inside were rejection letters received by the middle-aged man. They filled the whole drawer and were kept by the artist.
Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer. He pulled hard, but the drawer didn't move at all.