Kurosaki's eyes lit up as if he had discovered a treasure: "Breaking through the shackles of existing schools and having a distinctive style of my own, isn't this what I've always been pursuing?"

He looked at the manuscripts on the table, and just by looking at them, he felt a chill all over his body.

An ordinary cartoon character seems to have a soul in the hands of this artist.

He seems to be able to see through the skin and directly draw the complex human heart.

There are no bloody scenes, nor ugly and disgusting monsters. He just paints the people as he sees them, which already sends chills down the viewers' spines.

"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 master of comic books. In recent years, he has been trying to transform himself. He has been exposed to various schools and visited many well-known cartoonists, but no artist has ever brought such a huge impact.

"I want to find him! I want to find this painter who lives in a haunted house!"

Kurosaki was a professional. He saw the value of these comics at a glance. He wanted to learn and even had an evil thought of possessing them for himself.

But he quickly dispelled this thought. A painter who specially went to a haunted house to paint should be respected. He was a true soul painter.

Fear and excitement coexisted, and Kurosaki didn't know what state he was in.

He read all the comics and gave professional comments and extremely high ratings.

"What a pity, there are only these few pictures. I think we can know what happened next?" Kurosaki was already fascinated. He muttered to himself. Just as he finished speaking, the drawer at the bottom of the desk slid outwards and opened a gap.

This drawer is a different color from the desk and has a different shape from the other drawers. It feels like it was forced into the desk.

"What a strange drawer?" As if something was 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 did he spend painting in the haunted house?" Kurosaki sat cross-legged on the ground, and the more he looked, the more shocked he was. "Every painting is of the highest standard. Isn't this guy too hard on himself? But how come I have never heard of such a master painter? When did such people appear in the painting circle?"

He read faster and faster, wishing he could take all the comics home and study them slowly.

"Teacher, there is no movement outside, why don't we go out and take a look?" Xiao Xia found that Hei Qi seemed to be possessed by a demon, and reminded him in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer, don't be anxious. When the time comes, the boss will naturally come to find us. What's that idiom called? Yes, wait for the boss to work while you are at ease!"

Kurosaki flipped through the drawings very quickly. He wanted to make sure how many stories these drawings told. "After I get out, I must find the owner of the haunted house! If I can't meet the artist himself, I will get these drawings no matter how much it costs."

Before he knew it, 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 drawn!

"How did he do that?"

Kurosaki stared blankly at the drawing paper. The person drawn on it was exactly himself!

Completely real characters, weird and grotesque painting style, and the perspective chosen by the author is also very strange, as if the author 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 how it is..."

With his eyes rolled up, Kurosaki fell straight to the ground and fainted.

Xiao Xia didn't understand what was going on. She left the door and ran to Kurosaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"

When two people were together, they relied on each other. Now I am alone, and the lingering feeling of terror is infinitely magnified.

On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia didn't know what to do, so she took out her cell phone and prepared to call the emergency number.

But just as she unlocked the screen, her phone was gently grasped by another hand.

Looking back, the door was half open, and Xiao Xia saw three people standing behind her!

The man on the left was extremely pale, the man on the right had his chest stained with blood, and one of his arms was cut off at the wrist. The woman in the middle was the one Xiao Xia had just seen. She was the female ghost who had just run out of the bathroom!

"Don't be afraid, the three of us..." The middle-aged man with an extremely pale face just opened his mouth, and Xiao Xia sat down on the ground and fainted next to Kurosaki.

For tourists who are entering Chen Ge’s Haunted House for the first time, the three-and-a-half-star scene is indeed too difficult.

"I didn't mean to scare her." Old Zhou looked at Duan Yue and Bai Qiulin awkwardly, and the other two were also helpless.

"Actually, it's not our fault. It's mainly because Da Nian was too impatient and lost his composure, which is why he scared the other person to death." Bai Qiulin placed Xiao Xia and Hei Qi side by side as if nothing had happened.

"I think so too. The main responsibility lies with Danian." Duan Yue nodded seriously.

Hearing the conversation between the three people, Yan Danian climbed 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, "I finally met a painter who appreciates me, but I scared him to death."

Seeing Yan Danian’s aggrieved look, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue all laughed.

After they laughed enough, they walked over 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 heartfelt emotion.

"It's worth it that I helped you check the drawings carefully before. I knew you would succeed." Duan Yue hit Yan Danian on the shoulder.

"I won't say anything else. Happy New Year. If you become rich and powerful, please don't forget me!" Bai Qiulin, who was always cold and silent, 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 curse everything because of their own deaths, but chose to protect each other.

Yan Danian was not good at speaking. He didn't know how to express his emotions and kept nodding his head.

"You don't have to say anything, we all understand."

"Da Nian, go back and paint. We will take care of these two people."

"We need to send them to the underground morgue quickly. Don't send them too late or they might get scared and have problems."

After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, Lao Zhou and the other two looked at each other.

"Da Nian no longer needs the three of us to protect it."

"Yeah, I wonder if the three of us will disappear after Da Nian's obsession comes true."

Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.

"What are you thinking about? Come and help!" Duan Yue dragged Heisaki out of the room: "Just now I heard that girl say that this cartoonist is best at books, and he seems to be a well-known master in the industry. Do you two know what books are?"