Chapter 695 Congratulations, My Friend

As if he had discovered a treasure, Kurosaki's eyes lit up: "Break through the shackles of existing genres, and have your own distinct style. Isn't this what I have been pursuing for a long time?"

He looked at a few manuscripts on the table, and just by looking at them, he felt chills 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 directly draw complex hearts through the skin.

There are no bloody scenes, and there are no ugly and repulsive ghosts. He just paints the people in his eyes, which has already sent shivers down the spine of the viewers.

"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 book master. In recent years, he has been trying to transform. He has been in contact with various genres and visited many well-known manga artists, but there has never been an artist who can bring such a huge impact.

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

Herosaki is a professional, he saw the value of these comics at a glance, he wanted to learn, and even had an evil thought in his heart that he wanted to take it for himself.

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

Fear and excitement coexist, and Kurosaki doesn't know what kind of state he is in now.

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

"It's a pity, there are only a few of them. I seem to know what's going on behind the scenes?" Kurosaki was fascinated, and he muttered to himself. Just as he finished speaking, the bottom drawer of the desk slid out and opened a door. gap.

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

"What a strange drawer?" Herosaki seemed to be guiding himself by something somewhere. He stretched out his hand and pulled the drawer completely open. Inside was a drawer of drawings and a book of hand-bound comics.

"So much?! How long has he been painting in the haunted house?" Herosaki sat cross-legged on the ground, and the more he looked at it, the more he was shocked: "Every painting has maintained the highest standard. Isn't this guy too hard on himself? But this How come I have never heard of such a master painter, when did there become more people like this in the painting circle?"

He looked faster and faster,

I can't wait to take all these comics home and study them slowly.

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

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

Herosaki flipped through it very quickly. He wanted to make sure that these drawings told several stories: "After I go out, I must find the owner of the haunted house! If I can't meet the artist himself, then no matter how much these paintings cost, I will Gotta get it."

Before he knew it, Kurosaki had reached the bottom of the drawer, and he picked up the last drawing.

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

"How did he do that?"

Kurosaki stared blankly at the drawing paper, it was him who was drawn on it!

Completely real characters, weird and grotesque painting style, and the perspective chosen by the author is also very strange, as if it was drawn by hiding in a drawer.

Kurosaki subconsciously looked at the drawer he had opened, and there was a pale face inside, looking at him expectantly.

"It turned out to be like this..."

With his eyes rolled up, Kurosaki collapsed on the ground stiffly.

Xiaoxia still didn't understand what happened, she left from the door and ran to Heisaki: "Teacher! Wake up! Wake up!"

Two people are together, and there is a mutual dependence, and now there is only one person left, and the lingering sense of terror 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 the emergency number.

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

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

The face of the man on the left was extremely pale, the chest of the man on the right was stained red with blood, and one arm was severed from the wrist. The woman in the middle, Xiao Xia, was the ghost who ran out of the bathroom just now!

"Don't be afraid, the three of us..." As soon as the extremely pale middle-aged man spoke, Xiao Xia fell to the ground, unconscious next to Heisaki.

For tourists who enter Chen Ge Haunted House for the first time, the difficulty of the three-star and a half scene is indeed too great.

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

"Actually, it's not our fault. The main reason is that New Year was too restless and impatient, which made him faint." Bai Qiulin put Xiao Xia and Heisaki side by side as if nothing had happened.

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

Hearing the conversation between the three, Yan Danian crawled out of the drawer, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, and finally squatted in the corner: "It's not easy to meet a painter who admires me, but I was scared fainted."

Seeing Yan Danian's grievance, Bai Qiulin, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue all laughed.

After they had laughed enough, they walked to Yan Danian's side together and helped the depressed and decadent cartoonist up.

"Da Nian, congratulations, finally a professional painter agrees with you." Lao Zhou gently hugged Yan Danian, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"It's not in vain that I carefully checked the drawings for you before, and I knew you would succeed." Duan Yue hammered 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 quiet, now had a smile on his face.

The four lived in the same building and spent the last period of their lives here. Instead of blaming everything because of their own deaths, they chose to protect each other.

Yan Danian's mouth was very stupid, he didn't know how to express his emotions, so he kept nodding his head.

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

"In New Year's Eve, go back and paint, these two people are handed over to us."

"Hurry up and send them to the underground mortuary, don't send them too late, they will cause problems."

After Yan Danian returned to the comic book, Lao Zhou and the three of them glanced at each other.

"We don't need the three of us to guard the New Year anymore."

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

Lao Zhou and Bai Qiulin said softly.

"What are you thinking? Hurry up and help!" Duan Yue dragged Heisaki out of the room: "I heard from that girl just now that this manga artist is best at books. He seems to be a well-known master in the industry. Do you two know what books are? ?”