Shinozaki's eyes glowed like he had found a treasure. "Breaking through the shackles of the current genre and possessing my own unique style, isn't that what I've been pursuing?"
He looked at the few drafts on the table, and just looking at them sent chills down his spine.
A normal comic character seemed to possess a soul in the artist's hands.
It was as if he could draw the complicated human heart through the skin.
There was no gory scene, no disgusting ghosts. He merely drew the people in his eyes, and that was enough to send chills down the viewer's spine.
"This is completely subverting common sense. It feels like he's standing from the perspective of a ghost and analyzing a person."
Shinozaki had been drawing for more than ten years, and he was a master of comic books. He had been trying to change his profession for the past few years. He had interacted with many different genres and visited many famous comic artists, but none of them had given him such a huge impact.
"I need to find him! I need to find this artist who lives inside this Haunted House! "
Shinozaki was a professional, and he could see the value of these few comics with one glance. He wanted to learn from them, and a wicked thought of claiming them for his own rose in his heart.
However, he soon chased that thought away. An artist who purposely came to a Haunted House to draw should be respected. This was the true soul of an artist.
Fear and excitement coexisted, and Shinozaki had no idea what kind of state he was in.
He finished reading all the comics and gave them a professional review, as well as an extremely high evaluation.
"Unfortunately, there are only these few. I feel like I know what happens next?" Shinozaki was lost in thought. He mumbled to himself, and just as he finished, the drawer at the bottom of the table slid outward, and a gap opened.
This drawer was different from the color of the table, and it looked different from the other drawers. It felt like it had been shoved into the table.
"What a strange drawer." Something seemed to be guiding him. Shinozaki reached out to pull open the drawer. Inside it was a drawer full of sketches and a hand-bound comic.
"So many? How long has he been drawing inside the Haunted House? " Shinozaki sat on the ground, and the more he read, the more shocked he became. "Every drawing is of the highest quality. This man is too hard on himself. But how come I haven't heard of such a master artist before? When did such a person appear in the drawing industry? "
He read faster and faster, wishing he could take all of these comics home and study them slowly.
"Teacher, there's no movement outside. Should we go out and take a look?" Xiao Xia noticed that Shinozaki was behaving like a demon, so she reminded him softly.
"Let's wait a little longer. There's no hurry. When the time is up, the boss will naturally come to us. What's that idiom again? That's right, wait for them to tire themselves out! "
Shinozaki flipped through the pages quickly. He wanted to confirm how many stories these sketches told. "After I leave this place, I have to find the boss! If I can't see the artist himself, then no matter how much money I have to spend, I must get these paintings. "
Without realizing it, Shinozaki had reached the bottom of the drawer. He picked up the last draft.
The paper was yellowed, and it was obviously something from many years ago. However, the handwriting on it was wet, as if the painting had just been drawn!
"How did he do it?"
Shinozaki stared at the paper blankly. It was a drawing of himself!
A completely realistic character with a strange style, and the angle chosen by the artist was strange as well. It felt like he had drawn it while hiding inside the drawer.
Shinozaki subconsciously turned to look at the drawer that he had pulled open. There was a pale face inside it, looking at him with anticipation.
"So, that's how it is …"
His eyes rolled back, and Shinozaki fainted to the ground.
Xiao Xia still had no idea what had happened. She left the room and ran to Shinozaki's side. "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up! "
When the two of them were together, they had each other to rely on, but now that she was alone, the fear that refused to go away was magnified infinitely.
On the verge of collapse, Xiao Xia did not know what to do. She took out her phone to call the ambulance.
However, when she unlocked the screen, her phone was gripped lightly by another hand.
She turned back to look. The door was half-open, and Xiao Xia saw three people standing behind her!
The face of the man on the left was pale, and the chest of the man on the right was dyed red with blood. One of his arms had been chopped off at the wrist. The woman in the middle was someone that Xiao Xia had seen earlier. She was the ghost that had escaped from the bathroom earlier!
"Don't be afraid, the three of us …" The middle-aged man with the pale face had just started to speak when Xiao Xia collapsed to the ground and fainted next to Shinozaki.
For visitors who had entered Chen Ge's Haunted House for the first time, the difficulty of a 3.5-star scenario was indeed too high.
"I didn't mean to scare her." Lao Zhou looked awkwardly at Duan Yue and Bai Qiulin. The other two looked helpless as well.
"Actually, it's not our fault. It's mainly because Danian lost his cool and couldn't keep his cool. That's why he fainted." Bai Qiulin placed Xiao Xia and Shinozaki side by side like nothing had happened.
"That's what I think as well. The main responsibility lies with Danian." Duan Yue nodded in agreement.
Hearing the conversation between the three, Yan Danian crawled out from the drawer. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. In the end, he squatted down in the corner alone. "It's not easy to run into an artist who appreciates me, but I scared her until she fainted."
Seeing how wronged Yan Danian was, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou, and Duan Yue all laughed.
After they had laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian's side and helped the dejected artist up from the ground.
"Danian, congratulations. Finally, a professional artist has acknowledged you." Lao Zhou hugged Yan Danian lightly and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"I didn't waste my effort in helping you check your drawings. I knew you would succeed." Duan Yue hammered Yan Danian's shoulder.
"Let's not talk about other things, but during the New Year, don't forget each other!" Bai Qiulin, who was usually cold and quiet, now had a smile on his face.
The four lived in the same building and spent the last part of their lives there. They did not blame the world for their own deaths but chose to protect each other.
Yan Danian was not good with words. He did not know how to express his emotions, so he kept nodding.
"You don't need to say anything. We understand."
"Danian, go back to your drawing. We'll take care of these two."
"We need to send them to the underground morgue as soon as possible. If we're too late, they might be scared to death."
After Yan Danian returned to the comic, Lao Zhou and the rest shared a look.
"Danian doesn't need the three of us to protect him anymore."
"Yes, I wonder if the three of us will disappear after Danian's wish comes true."
Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.
"What are you thinking? Come and help us! " Duan Yue dragged Shinozaki out of the room. "Earlier, I heard from the girl that this artist is an expert in comic books. He seems to be a famous artist in the industry. Do you know what a comic book is?"
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