After saying this, Xu Yin slowly appeared from behind Chen Ge, and the man and the ghost rushed towards the old lady at the same time.

The wrinkles on her face were squeezed together. After the old woman saw Chen Ge leave room 304 and enter a place where light could not reach, her dry lips curled up to the sides.

But before she could smile, a man in half red clothes suddenly rushed out before Chen Ge!

“It hurts!”

With blood gushing out of wounds all over his body, the man was crawling on the ground like a wild beast, with a look of hysteria on his face!

The old man's smile froze on his face, and his body turned into a black shadow and ran downstairs at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Didn't you ask me to go with you?"

The skull crusher hit the spot where the old man's ghost had just stood, and the sound echoed throughout the building.

"Today, none of you can escape!" Xu Yin and Chen Ge chased after them one after the other.

The corridor was filled with footsteps and the stairs seemed to have no end. It was the first time the old woman realized that the corridor was so long. This was probably the most terrifying night she had ever spent.

The corridor exit was right in front of her, and the black shadow was running for its life. She was just an ordinary ghost, and she was frightened when she saw Xu Yin in half red clothes.

"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 shadow's whole body shook, and without any hesitation, he broke his arm, ran out of the building without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.

"It seems that I need to exercise more in the future. I run too slowly." Chen Ge felt quite regretful. When he looked at Xu Yin, he found that the broken arm of the black shadow had disappeared, and the bloodstains on Xu Yin's body seemed to have become a little more.

"It would be nice if Xu Yin could become the Red Dress." Chen Ge looked at the dark neighborhood dimly. "Since I have encountered this, I can't just sit there and watch. I will help the old man get rid of his obsession after I find the drawer."

After calling Xu Yin, Chen Ge returned to the third floor and called the agent again.

The other party didn't answer the call, so he sent him a few more messages, asking if he was there. He wanted to "thank" him in person for the reminder.

“Why didn’t you answer my call?”

Chen Ge entered room 304 holding a cell phone in his left hand and a skull crusher in his right hand.

"I've checked the living room and the bedroom at the door. The drawer should be in the last room. These ghosts are blocking me in every way. They seem to be afraid of me entering there."

In the end, the room was locked, but it was just a one-shot deal for Chen Ge.

"The bedroom door was locked from the inside. Is the gambler who lost his hand hiding inside?"

After smashing the door open and struggling for half the night, Chen Ge finally entered the last room.

The bedroom was very small, with a huge bookcase and work desk taking up half of the area, and the remaining half being occupied by a rusty small refrigerator and a tattered mat.

"The edges of the mat are worn out. 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 room? Is he afraid of ghosts?"

The atmosphere in this room was completely different from that outside. There was nothing unusual to feel, and none of the drawers and wardrobes were nailed shut.

"The work desk and cabinets are spotless, as if someone cleans them every day." Chen Ge looked at the neatly arranged bookshelves and various sundries, and suddenly a very strange thought emerged in his mind: "It feels like a ghost is helping to clean. Is the ghost in this house a mysophobia?"

Open the bookcase, and inside are various books related to comic drawing.

"Popular Comics Sketching Techniques, How to Draw a Popular World, Detailed Explanation of Human Body Structure... These books don't seem to match the identities of the previous tenants. Could it be that there was a fourth tenant living in the house?"

Chen Ge put the books back to their original places and found a pile of waste manuscripts under the cabinet.

What's strange is that there are obvious signs of crumpling on these scraps, and some have been torn into pieces, but they have been pieced together again and glued together bit by bit with tape.

"Have all the drafts been saved?" Chen Ge took the thick stack of drafts in his hand and glanced at it casually.

The characters on the white paper look a little weird. You can feel that the artist is trying hard to make them cuter and more popular, but the actual result is very bad.

This artist definitely did not study painting professionally. Most of the characters he drew had expressionless faces. The few that had less dull eyes had somewhat scary expressions.

It can be seen that the painter is working hard to learn and wants to draw popular comics, but his aesthetic seems to be naturally different from that of the general public. Even when copying other people's works, he can make popular girls look like corpses.

"It's a talent to be able to draw every picture so horrifyingly."

Chen Ge put down the waste manuscript and found a thin yellow notebook in the corner of the cabinet. He flipped through a few pages. The notebook recorded the weekly expenses and every penny of royalties the owner received from painting.

After reading the contents of the notebook, Chen Ge's expression became strange.

Strictly speaking, the cartoonist is also a tenant of Room 304, but he is sharing the room with others and only rents this small bedroom.

He lived in poverty and was a comics fan, but after looking through his notebooks, he found that this cartoonist had lived in the cottage for three years and earned only 1,200 yuan from drawing.

One thousand yuan of the money was donated by his only fan, the old lady landlord, and the remaining two hundred yuan was from when he was painting for people under the overpass. He ended up painting a living person like a dead person, and was chased and beaten for a long distance. After the police came to coordinate, the attackers paid him compensation.

He purely relies on the savings from his previous job to support his love, and keeps his food and accommodation expenses within 400 yuan per month. He insists on the philosophy that as long as he survives, there will always be a way out.

This is a good statement, but it is a bit cruel that his comics were not accepted until his death.

At the back of the notebook was a folded newspaper, with a news report in the gap between the newspapers 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 not the same as what those ghosts said. How many tenants did 304 have?" Chen Ge put all the scraps back to their original places, and then walked to the work table: "With your back to the living room, the work table mentioned in the black phone should be this one."

There are many painting tools neatly arranged on the table, as if waiting for their owner to come back and use them at any time.

Chen Ge's eyes slowly moved to the three drawers next to the work table. He raised his hand and opened the first drawer, which contained paintbrushes and paints.

"It shouldn't be this." Chen Ge opened the second drawer. Inside was the rejection letters that the middle-aged man had received. The entire drawer was filled with rejection letters, and the painter had kept them all.

Then Chen Ge grabbed the third drawer. He pulled hard, but the drawer didn't move at all.