Chen Lu was forced out of the manga again. This time, the whole manga was scratched by Sadako and Kayako, and all the manga was damaged.
This small cartoon was completely destroyed, and Chen Lu could hear the anger coming from the deepest part of the corridor.
Is someone in there? !
The surrounding comics have also lost the ability to ask people to enter the comics, leaving only those ordinary comics.
Chen Lu quickened his pace, and finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw a door in front of him with many graffiti drawn on it, and the culprit of all this—the cartoonist should be inside.
Standing in front of the door, Chen Lu hesitated, pushed the door open and walked in.
A dim yellow desk lamp illuminates the environment in the room. Depression, humidity, and boredom are the main themes of this room. In front of him is a hunched otaku with a lot of swimming rings on his stomach. He is still drawing pictures in his hands. , every time a drawing is finished, a cartoon will fly out, it seems to be a human head, the human head is constantly refreshed, there are expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy on it, and the facial features are gradually refined, and details are constantly added.
Is this the cartoonist
Chen Lu walked into the room, the door slammed shut with a creaking sound, completely closing the room.
Even though Chen Lu had already entered the room, the "cartoonist" in front of him still refused to do anything and was still immersed in his own cartoon world.
And his back was soaked with sweat, as if he had been drawing for a long time, and he was very tired.
Logically speaking, now is the best chance for Chen Lu to make a move, but after he was stunned for a long time, he finally decided to make a move.
This person is a little strange... This is his first instinct.
Although this person exudes a ghostly aura, it seems that the source is the pen in his hand, not himself.
Who is he
Chen Lu gradually withdrew his ghostly hand, and looked at the fat man in front of him. Although this action was very risky, he still felt like turning to him to see who he really was.
Chen Lu walked towards this "cartoonist" step by step, until he saw his profile, saw his front face......
The person holding the paintbrush in front of him is looking at the drawing paper in front of him in horror. His tears can't stop streaming down and beating on the paper, but his body has been completely still, constantly drawing, constantly drawing. painted the same head.
Drawing his own head.
This person... was Zhang Yang's friend back then, the first victim to die... the fat man who was sucked into the painting.
His chin was trying to reach Chen Lu, but his eyes seemed to be fixed, staring at the words in his hand all the time, he turned his body to Chen Lu with all his strength, and only wanted to say a word:
"help me."
He doesn't want to die.
The cartoonist put the fat man in front of him, and asked him to seek death here. Either he was pierced by Chen Lu's palm, or he was revived by the curse.
Of course, Chen Lu wouldn't just watch the fat man die. His ghostly energy erupted, his ghost eyes revived suddenly, and the black light tilted towards the fat man.
"Zizizi..."
The black light shone on Fatty. Chen Lu thought it was helping Fatty, but it actually brought Fatty closer to death.
I saw bursts of black air emanating from his body, a painful look on his face, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling, his mouth roaring in pain, shaking the whole room.
But his hands are still moving, and he is still drawing.
Chen Lu understood that the curse that expelled him now would push him to death, so he quickly stopped, but it was useless now.
The fat man's whole body began to evaporate, and black air rose from his whole body. The black air didn't fly upwards, but found the right direction, and burrowed towards the portrait on the ground.
The fat man keeps evaporating, and keeps getting into every portrait. Now every painting is him, except that he is no longer him.
The fat man disappeared.
There was only one black pen left on the table. The pen was ordinary, but also terrible.
In fact, the fat man had already died early in the morning. When he picked up the pen and began to draw his cartoon head, he was absorbed by the pen all the time. When Chen Lu arrived, he thought he was still alive, but It's really just an empty shell.
Maybe if Chen Lu didn't come, then he would stay in this small room forever and ever, drawing his own portrait all the time, unable to survive or die.
Chen Lu looked at the portraits on the ground with cold eyes.
Ordinary people are so weak and pathetic in front of ghosts that he clenched his fists unconsciously.
The pen on the table trembled slightly. It was obvious that someone was holding the pen, but the pen just stood up on its own and began to draw on the white paper. His drawing speed was so fast that Chen Lu didn't even have time to stop him. He was like a printer. They also drew a complete painting from top to bottom, and the person in this painting is no stranger to Chen Lu.
This is his headshot.
His face was expressionless, and he looked at Chen Lu as if he were looking at a dead object.
A suction force came from this piece of paper, and Chen Lu's soul seemed to be sucked out. Once Chen Lu was sucked into the paper, his body would be like a fat man, completely turning into pieces of white paper.
"snort."
Chen Lu snorted coldly, his left eye swelled, and a monstrous black light fell straight on the white paper, and the white paper on which he was drawn instantly started to burn, burning into nothingness.
But the cartoonist's attack did not end.
"Clatter clatter."
A gust of wind blew through, and layers of drawing paper in the room were lifted up, even a terrified self-portrait of a fat man flew up, the entire room was occupied by self-portraits, and each self-portrait was painted with a person's expression.
These are different bodies... and the number is definitely not limited to the existing bodies, but more of the dead people he brought from another world.
Or... the living dead.
Because the people on each drawing paper are very vivid, they are crying, struggling, or resenting, whispering, calling for help coming from the drawing paper, all telling Chen Lu.
They're all alive... none of them are dead.
"Help me... help me!"
"Let me out, let me out!"
"Don't kill me, you bad man, don't kill me!"
The cartoonist needs the soul of the characters to make everyone come alive, so he imprisoned everyone's soul, neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead.
Hearing the irritable voice, Chen Lu frowned, grabbed a piece of paper, crushed it, and the ghostly white hands directly evaporated the whole paper.
Just after Chen Lu "dead" a piece of paper, the surrounding ghosts screamed like an explosion.
"ah!!"
"He's killing, he's killing!!!"
"He's a ****, a ****!"
Countless reprimands and curses fell on Chen Lu's ears, and they completely forgot that it was the cartoonist who killed them, not Chen Lu.
Chen Lu froze, as if he was really affected.
But the next moment, he raised his head with calm eyes.
"Do you really think this will affect me?"