Kurosaki's eyes sparkled as if he had discovered a treasure: "Breaking through the shackles of existing genres and having a distinctive style of my own. Isn't this what I have always been pursuing?"
He looked at the several manuscripts on the table. Just looking at them made him feel chilled all over.
An ordinary comic character seems to have a soul in the hands of this artist.
It seems that he can see through the skin and directly draw the complicated human heart.
There are no bloody scenes, and there are no ugly and disgusting ghosts. He just paints the people in his own eyes, which already sends chills down the spine of the viewer.
"It completely subverts common sense. It feels like he is analyzing people from the perspective of a ghost."
Kurosaki has been drawing for more than ten years and is a senior manga master. In recent years, he has been trying to transform. He has been exposed to various genres and visited many well-known cartoonists, but there has never been an artist who can bring such a huge impact.
"I want to find him! I want to find this painter who is hiding in a haunted house!"
Kurosaki is a professional, and he saw the value of these comics at a glance. He wanted to learn from them, and even had an evil thought in his heart that he wanted to keep them for himself.
However, he quickly dismissed this thought. A painter who specially went to a haunted house to paint should be respected. This is the real soul painter.
Fear and excitement coexisted, and Kurosaki didn't know what kind of state he was in now.
He has read all the comics and given professional comments and very high evaluations.
"It's a pity that there are only these few. I really want to know what happened next?" Kurosaki was already fascinated. He muttered to himself. Just as he finished speaking, the bottom drawer of the desk slid outward and opened.
A gap.
This drawer has a different color than the desk, and the shape is different from the other drawers. It feels like it has been forced into the desk.
"What a strange drawer?" There seemed to be something guiding him. Kurosaki reached out and opened the drawer completely. Inside was a drawer of drawings and a hand-bound comic book.
"So many?! How long has he been painting in the haunted house?" Kurosaki sat cross-legged on the ground, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he was: "Every painting has maintained the highest level. Isn't this guy too cruel to himself? But like this
How come I have never heard of such a master painter? When did such a figure appear in the painting circle?"
He read faster and faster, wishing he could take all these comics home and study them slowly.
"Teacher, there is no movement outside, why don't we go out and take a look?" Xiaoxia, who had just regained some consciousness, found that Kurosaki was possessed as soon as he woke up.
"Wait a moment, don't worry, the boss will naturally come to us when the time comes. What's that idiom called? Yes, wait for work with ease!"
Kurosaki looked through it very quickly. He wanted to make sure that these drawings told a total of several stories: "After I go out, I must find the owner of the haunted house! If I can't meet the artist himself, then no matter how much money I spend on these paintings, I will
Gotta get it."
Unconsciously, Kurosaki had reached the bottom of the drawer and picked up the last drawing.
The paper was yellowed, obviously from many years ago, but the handwriting on it was wet, as if the painting had just been painted!
"How did he do that?"
Kurosaki looked at the drawing paper blankly, 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 strange, as if he drew it while hiding in a drawer.
Kurosaki subconsciously looked at the drawer he had opened. There was a pale face inside, looking at him expectantly.
"So that's it..."
With his eyes rolled up, Kurosaki fainted and fell to the ground.
Xiaoxia still didn't understand what happened. She left the door of the room and ran to Kurosaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"
The two people were together and relied on each other. Now that they were alone, the lingering feeling of terror was infinitely magnified.
On the verge of collapse, Xiaoxia didn't know what to do. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to call the emergency number.
But just as she unlocked the screen lock, her phone was gently held by another hand.
Looking back, the door was ajar, and Xiaoxia saw three people standing behind her!
The man on the left is extremely pale, the man on the right has his chest stained red with blood, and one of his arms has been cut off at the wrist. The woman in the middle, whom Xiaoxia has just seen, is the female ghost who ran out of the bathroom just now!
"Don't be afraid, the three of us..." As soon as the extremely pale middle-aged man spoke, Xiaoxia sat down on the ground and passed out next to Kurosaki.
For tourists who enter Chen Ge's Haunted House for the first time, the three-and-a-half-star scene is indeed too difficult.
"I didn't want to scare her." Lao Zhou glanced at Duan Yue and Bai Qiulin awkwardly, while the other two were also helpless.
"Actually, it's not our fault. It's mainly because New Year's Eve was too impatient and unable to keep his composure, which is why he was so frightened that he fainted." Bai Qiulin placed Xiaoxia and Kurosaki side by side as if nothing had happened.
"I think so too. The main responsibility lies with Danian." Duan Yue nodded seriously.
After hearing the conversation between the three of them, Yan Danian crawled out of the drawer. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. Finally, he squatted in the corner and said, "It's not easy to meet a painter who admires me, and he was scared by me."
fainted."
Seeing Yan Danian's aggrieved look, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue all laughed.
After they had laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian and helped the depressed and decadent cartoonist up.
"Dannian, congratulations, finally a professional painter recognizes you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.
"It's true that I carefully checked the drawings for you before. I knew you would definitely succeed." Duan Yue hit Yan Danian on the shoulder.
"Not much else to say, on New Year's Eve, let's live in wealth and honor and don't forget each other!" Bai Qiulin, who had always been cold and quiet, now had a smile on his face.
The four people lived in the same building and spent the last period of their lives here. They did not blame everything because of their own deaths, but chose to protect each other.
Yan Danian was very stupid. He didn't know how to express his emotions and kept nodding.
"You don't have to say anything, we all understand."
"Nian Nian, please go back and paint quickly. These two people are left to us."
"We need to send them to the underground charnel house as soon as possible. Don't send them too late, and they might be frightened and cause problems."
After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, Lao Zhou and the three of them looked at each other.
"There is no need for the three of us to guard the new year."
"Yeah, I wonder if the three of us will disappear after New Year's obsession is realized."
Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.
"What are you thinking about? Come and help!" Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I just heard the girl say that this cartoonist is best at notebooks. He seems to be a well-known master in the industry. Do you two know what a notebook is?