The old lady was hospitalized for treatment and rented the house to a salesman.
The salesman is a foreigner in his thirties. According to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day. He is polite and speaks very politely.
The salesman who looks amiable on the surface is actually riddled with holes inside. He is a very unlucky person.
No matter what you do, it always fails for inexplicable reasons.
Sometimes some weird things happen around me, such as having a nightmare at night, dreaming that my wife was dismembered and put in a drawer. I was confused and worried all night, and only when I woke up in the morning did I remember that I didn’t have a girlfriend at all.
The sky was clear and sunny when I went out, but it started pouring rain just halfway through. My clothes were soaked. I wanted to take shelter from the rain at a breakfast shop and have breakfast. When I touched my pocket, I found that my wallet was missing.
Unable to get a taxi, he walked to the company. After being late, he was scolded by his boss. All the customers he received all day were unwelcome. The worst part was that when he got home, he found that the door had been pried open and a thief had broken into the house.
What may seem like a rough day to someone else may seem like a normal day to a salesperson.
Compared with those unfortunate things, what really made him despair was that the house he lived in seemed to be haunted!
He lives alone in an old house and watches TV at night to relax. Whenever he sees a happy place, before he is happy, laughter comes from behind him.
There are many similar things. Halfway through the shower, someone would hand him shampoo. He didn't bring any paper with him when he went to the toilet, and a roll of toilet paper would roll in from outside the bathroom.
He was once a staunch atheist, but this experience in renting a house is slowly overturning his worldview.
In order to prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a camera and filmed it in the house.
After a week of this, he discovered that there seemed to be a ghost in the house, and the ghost was hiding in the drawer!
The salesman tried to board up all the closets and drawers in the house, and the ghost never appeared again. But he became more and more unlucky. About a month later, he was fired by his boss and had a car accident on his way home.
It was only after the salesman died that he found out that there was an evil spirit in him. Before, the ghosts in the apartment had been helping him suppress it. Later, he sealed the drawers and wardrobes so that the evil spirit had no other ghosts to check and balance it, and finally killed him.
The protagonist of the fourth story is an old lady who is a landlord. Several tenants in her rented house had accidents in succession, and she felt extremely guilty. She stubbornly believed that everything was her fault.
Gradually, the old man's mental problems began to appear. She always felt that her children and the previous two tenants had not left, and that everyone was still living in this old house.
She asked the neighbors and people around her over and over again, and found out that the neighbors of the old house in the past avoided the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman and deliberately alienated her.
Some people even fled and moved away directly. There were fewer and fewer tenants in the building, and the old lady became more and more silent.
Gradually, the legend that a certain room was haunted appeared in the community, and the old lady herself became a symbol of ghosts and abnormality.
Everyone stayed away from her, and no one wanted to associate with her.
After a while, the old lady met a poor painter under the overpass.
The painter's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, as if he had just had a fight with someone. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to paint a picture for her deceased son.
Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to sponsor the painter for a meal, but who knew that the character the painter drew at random turned out to be very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.
The old lady treasured the painter's painting and hung it in the house.
What she didn't expect was that on the evening of the next day, someone else came to rent the house, and this new tenant was a painter.
The painter did not expect that the landlord would be an old lady. He just searched all over the old town and found this house to be the cheapest.
Life is a combination of countless coincidences. The painter met the first person in his life who appreciated him and gained his first fan. The old lady also met someone who was not afraid of her and was willing to talk to her.
The painter became a new tenant in the old house. The old lady only charged the painter some symbolic fees. She treated the painter as her own child. Her favorite thing to do was to listen to the painter talk about his dreams.
After a month or two like this, the old lady gradually discovered some strange things about the painter.
The painter often talks to his paintings. Late at night, various strange noises will come from the painter's room.
In the third month, the old lady was really curious, so she secretly entered the artist's room to check it out while he was out submitting paintings.
As a result, she rummaged through the drawer of the artist's work desk and found a handmade comic book with a total of four stories in it.
Weird painting style, terrifying plot, every character seems to have come to life.
What’s even more incredible is that the first three comic stories correspond to the old man’s son, English teacher and salesman respectively.
The old man became more and more frightened as he read. Then she opened the fourth story. What she didn't expect was that the protagonist of the fourth story turned out to be herself, and it was about what happened after she met the painter.
The fourth story ends here, and after that comes the last story.
The fifth story is very short, similar to a side story. The protagonist is a cartoonist, with a typical middle-aged frustrated face, looking very depressed and decadent.
The comic introduces his daily life. He gets up at 5:20 in the morning. He looks in the mirror full of energy to encourage himself, then takes out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofreads the drawings.
He was busy until 8:20, when he sorted out all the drawings, took his bag and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang in person to recommend his comics to the editor.
The result was that his month-long effort was denied within fifteen minutes, and he walked out of the office like a zombie.
He took the sketch and sat on the side of the road, looking at the busy city. He waited until it was getting dark before going home with a sad face.
After walking through the twisted and noisy city, entering the dark corridor, he opened the door to room 304.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The warm light shone on him, and the old lady of the landlady prepared a meal for him. The old man said that he saw his paintings this morning and they were very good.
The artist had forgotten how many times his manuscript had been rejected. He said sorry to the old man, and he would probably not continue painting in the future.
Returning to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the hut with his legs in his arms.
He looked at a drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head deeply in his chest.
After failing again and again, he crumpled up the rejected paintings and threw them in the trash can.
He kept complaining and felt aggrieved, saying that he had no talent for painting, so he decided to give up everything. Even if he jumped from a building, he would never paint again.
He kept talking to himself until twelve o'clock in the evening, when the exhausted cartoonist lay down on the mat and fell asleep.
The lights in the hut flickered and suddenly went out.
The crumpled drawing paper ran out of the trash can, unfolded it little by little, and carefully placed it in the cabinet. The tabletop was also tidied up again.
The last part of the cartoon turned into black and white. The cartoonist had fallen asleep in the cramped cabin, but there were a few "people" floating around him.
The leader was a tall and thin man. He used his remaining right hand to grab a quilt and cover it with the cartoonist, muttering something about how troublesome it was.
Next to him was a woman whose body was about to fall apart like building blocks. The woman was very beautiful and frowned. She threw away the few human fragments drawn by the cartoonist, and then carefully smoothed out all the scraps.
In addition, there was a man wearing a black shirt standing at the table. At this time, he was finishing the cartoonist's draft with a pen.
The night passed quickly, and at 5:20 the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.
He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror, looked at his face in the mirror, and began to cheer himself up.
"It's another day full of energy. Let's work harder! No matter how poor you are, you will always come forward if you don't die!"