As if he had discovered a treasure, Kurosaki's eyes lit up: "Break through the shackles of existing genres and have a distinctive style that is unique to me. Isn't this what I have always been pursuing?"
He looked at a few manuscripts on the table, and just by looking at it, he felt a chill all over his body.
An ordinary cartoon character seems to have a soul in the hands of this painter.
He seems to be able to draw complex human hearts directly through the skin.
There are no bloody scenes, and there are no ugly and offensive ghosts. He just paints the people in his eyes, which has already sent chills down the viewer's back.
"Completely subverting common sense, it feels like he is standing in the perspective of a ghost to analyze people."
Kurosaki has been drawing for more than ten years. He is a senior book master. In recent years, he has been trying to make a transition. He has been in contact with 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 who lives in a haunted house!"
Kurosaki is a professional. He saw the value of these comics at a glance. He wanted to learn, and even had an evil desire to take it for himself.
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 didn't know what state he was in right now.
He read all the comics, gave professional comments, and a very high evaluation.
"It's a pity, there are only a few of these, as if you know what happened behind?" 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.
The color of this drawer is different from that of the desk, and the shape of this drawer is not the same as that of other drawers, giving the impression that it was forcibly stuffed into the desk.
"What a strange drawer?" There seemed to be something guiding him somewhere, and Kurosaki reached out and pulled the drawer completely open. Inside was a drawer of drawings and a hand-bound comic book.
"So much?! How long has he been painting in the haunted house?" Kurosaki sat cross-legged on the ground, and the more he looked, the more shocked: "Every painting has maintained the highest level, this guy is too cruel to himself? But this way The master painter, how come I have never heard of such a figure in the painting circle?"
The faster he read, the faster he wanted to take all these comics home and study them slowly.
"Teacher, there's no movement outside, why don't we go out and have a look?" Xiaoxia reminded in a low voice that Kurosaki was like a demon.
"Wait a little longer, don't worry, the time is up, the boss will naturally come to us, what's that idiom called? Yes, take it easy!"
Kurosaki flipped through the pages very quickly, and 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 see the artist himself, then no matter how much these paintings cost, I will pay for them. To get it."
Before he knew it, Kurosaki had turned to the bottom of the drawer, and he picked up the last drawing.
The paper is yellowed, obviously many years ago, but the handwriting on it is wet, as if the painting had just been drawn!
"How did he do that?"
Kurosaki stared blankly at the drawing paper, and it was him who was drawn on it!
Completely real characters, eerie and grotesque style of painting, and the perspective chosen by the author is also very strange, as if they were drawn by hiding in a drawer.
Kurosaki subconsciously looked at the drawer that he had pulled open, and there was a pale face looking at him expectantly.
"It turns out that..."
With his eyes rolled up, Kurosaki collapsed on the ground.
Xiao Xia didn't understand what was going on. She left from the door of the room and ran to Kurosaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"
Two people are together, and there is mutual dependence, and now there is only one person left, and the sense of terror that lingers on is infinitely magnified.
On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia didn't know what to do. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to call an ambulance.
But just as she unlocked the screen lock, her phone was gently held by the other 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 blood on his chest, and an arm was cut off from the wrist. The woman in the middle, Xiao Xia, had just seen it, and she was the female ghost who just ran out of the bathroom!
"Don't be afraid, the three of us..." As soon as the middle-aged man with an extremely pale face opened his mouth, Xiao Xia sat on the ground and fell unconscious next to Kurosaki.
For tourists who entered Chen Ge's haunted house for the first time, the three-and-a-half-star scene was indeed too difficult.
"I didn't want to scare her." Lao Zhou glanced awkwardly at Duan Yue and Bai Qiulin, and the other two were also a little helpless.
"Actually, I don't blame us. It's mainly because Da Nian was too calm and couldn't hold back his breath, which made people faint." Bai Qiulin calmly placed Xiao Xia and Kurosaki side by side.
"I think so too, the main responsibility lies with Da Nian." Duan Yue nodded solemnly.
Hearing the conversation between the three of them, Yan Danian climbed out of the drawer and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. The last person squatted in the corner: "I finally met a painter who admired me, and I was scared by me. fainted."
Seeing Yan Danian's grievance, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue all laughed.
After they laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian's side together and helped this very depressed and decadent cartoonist.
"Da Nian, congratulations, finally a professional painter agrees with you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"It doesn't matter if I carefully checked the drawing for you before, I knew you would succeed." Duan Yue slapped Yan Danian on the shoulder.
"Not much else to say, New Year, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!" Bai Qiulin, who was always cold and reticent, now had a smile on his face.
The four lived in the same building and spent the last period of their lives here. They did not complain about everything because of their own death, but chose to protect each other.
Yan Danian's mouth is very stupid. He doesn't know how to express his emotions, so he keeps nodding his head.
"You don't have to talk, we all understand."
"Dear New Year, go back to painting, these two are handed over to us."
"Hurry up and send them to the underground corpse, don't send them too late, people will scare them into problems."
After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, Lao Zhou and the three looked at each other.
"Da Nian no longer needs the three of us to guard it."
"Yeah, I wonder if the three of us will disappear after Da Nian's obsession is realized."
Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.
"What are you thinking? Come and help!" Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room: "I heard from the girl just now that this cartoonist is best at books, and seems to be a well-known master in the industry. Do you two know what a book is? ?"