I Have an Adventure House

As if he had discovered the treasure, Kurosaki's eyes shined: "Break through the shackles of the existing genre and have a distinctive style that is unique to me. Isn't this what I have been pursuing?"

He looked at a few manuscripts on the table, and just looking at it, he felt a chill.

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

He seems to be able to draw complex human hearts directly through the skin.

There were no **** scenes, nor ugly and disgusting ghosts. He just painted the people in his eyes, and had already chilled the viewer's back.

"To completely subvert common sense, it feels like he is standing in the perspective of a ghost and analyzing people."

Kurosaki has been painting for more than ten years. He is a senior book master. In recent years, he has wanted to transform. He has contacted various genres 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 hiding in a haunted house!"

Kurosaki is a professional. He saw the value of these comics at a glance. He wanted to learn, and even a wicked thought in his heart came to him.

However, he soon dispelled this idea. A painter who went to the haunted house to paint should be respected. This is the real soul painter.

Fear and excitement coexist, and Kurosaki does not know what state he is in now.

After reading all the comics, he gave professional reviews and extremely high ratings.

"Unfortunately, there are only a few of them, it seems to know what happened behind?" Kurosaki was fascinated, and he muttered to himself. Just when his voice fell, the drawer at the bottom of the desk slid outward and opened a Crevice.

The color of this drawer is different from that of the desk, and the shape of other drawers is not the same. It feels like it is forced into the desk.

"What a weird drawer?" There seemed to be something guiding himself in the dark, and Kurosaki reached out and pulled the drawer completely, which contained a drawer drawing and a hand-bound comic book.

"So much ?! How long did he paint in the haunted house?" Kurosaki sat on the floor, and the more he looked, the more shocked he was: "Every painting has maintained the highest level, is this guy too cruel to himself? But this is it. Master painter, why have I never heard of it, when did such figures appear in the painting circle? "

He saw it faster and faster, and wished to take all these comics home to study slowly.

"Teacher, there is no movement outside, shall we go out and see?" Xiao Xia noticed that Kurosaki was like a demon, and whispered.

"Wait, don't worry, when the time is up, the boss will naturally come to us, what is that idiom called? Yes, wait for work!"

Kurosaki looked through it quickly, and he wanted to make sure that these paintings told a total of several stories: "After going out, I must find the owner of the haunted house! If I can't see the painter himself, then no matter how much money these paintings cost, I will Get it. "

Unconsciously, Kurosaki had turned to the bottom of the drawer, and he picked up the last draft.

The paper is yellowing, obviously something from many years ago, but the handwriting on it is wet, as if the painting was just drawn!

"How did he do that?"

Kurosaki looked blankly at the drawing paper, and it was him himself!

The completely real character, the weird and grotesque style, and the perspective chosen by the author is also very peculiar, as if it was drawn in a drawer.

Kurosaki looked subconsciously at the drawer that had been opened by him. There was a pale face on it, and he looked at him expectantly.

"It turns out this way ..."

His eyes rolled up, and Kurosaki collapsed straight to the ground.

Xiao Xia didn't understand what happened. She left from the door of the room and ran to Kurosaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"

When two people are together, they still have to rely on each other. Now only one person is left, and the inexorable terror is magnified infinitely.

On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia did not know what to do. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to make an emergency call.

But as soon as she unlocked the screen lock, her phone was gently held by the other hand.

Looking back, the door was half open, and Xiaoxia saw three people standing behind him!

The man on the left is pale to the extreme, the man on the right has red blood on his chest, and an arm was cut off from the position of the wrist. The woman in the middle, Xiao Xia, has just seen the female ghost who just ran out of the bathroom!

"Don't be afraid, the three of us ..." The middle-aged man with a pale and extremely pale face just started to speak, and Xiaoxia sat down on the ground, comatose next to Kurosaki.

For the first time to enter the Chen Ge haunted house to play, Samsung's half scene is really too difficult.

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

"Actually, we don't blame us. It's mainly because the New Year is too calm and can't hold his breath, which scares people." Bai Qiulin casually arranged Xiaoxia and Kurosaki side by side.

"I think so too, the main responsibility is on New Year's Day." Duan Yuesha nodded intently.

Hearing the conversation between the three, Yan Danian crawled out of the drawer and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Finally, the man crouched in the corner: "I finally encountered a painter who admired me and was scared by me. fainted."

Seeing Yan Danian feel wronged, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue all laughed.

After they laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian's side together and lifted up this mourning and decadent cartoonist.

"New Year, congratulations, and finally a professional painter agrees with you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian and said with emotion from the heart.

"It's worthwhile. I used to help you check the artwork carefully, and I knew you would be successful." Duan Yue hammered Yan Danian's shoulder.

"Not much else to say, New Year, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!" Bai Qiulin, who has always been cold and non-verbal, now has a smile on her 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 death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but chose to guard each other.

Yan Danian's mouth is stupid. He didn't know how to express his emotions and nodded constantly.

"You don't need to talk, we all understand."

"Don't forget to go back and paint, New Year, these two people handed over to us."

"Hurry to send them to the underground corpse, don't send it late, people will be scared of problems."

After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, the old three of them looked at each other.

"Da Nian no longer needs us three to guard."

"Yeah, I don't know if the New Year's obsession will be realized, will the three of us disappear."

Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.

"What do you want? Hurry to help!" Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I heard that girl just now, this cartoonist is best at book, it seems to be a well-known master in the industry, do you two know what a book is ? "