The old lady was hospitalized for treatment and rented the house to a salesperson.

The salesman is from another place, in his thirties. According to the company's requirements, he wore a white shirt every day, was gentle and spoke politely.

The salesman who was kind on the surface was actually full of holes in his heart. He was a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, you will always fail for some reason.

Sometimes some strange things happen around me, such as having nightmares at night, dreaming that my wife was dismembered and put in a drawer, she was entangled and worried all night, but she only remembered that she had no girlfriend at all when she woke up in the morning.

The sky was clear when I went out. It started to rain heavily halfway through the journey, and my clothes were soaked. I thought of taking shelter from the rain at the breakfast shop and having breakfast, but when I touched my pocket, I found that my wallet was lost.

He couldn't get a taxi and walked to the company. After being late, he was scolded by his boss. The customers he received all day didn't like him. The worst thing was that when he got home, he found that the door was pried open and there was a thief entering the room.

A bumpy day for others is just a daily routine for salespeople.

Compared to those unlucky things, what really made him desperate was that the house he lived in seemed to be haunted!

He lives alone in an old house, watching TV at night to relax, but whenever he sees a happy place, before he is happy, laughter comes from behind him.

There are many similar things. After taking a shower and taking a shower, someone will hand him shampoo, and go to the toilet without paper, and a roll of toilet paper will roll in from outside the bathroom by itself.

He was once a staunch atheist, but this experience of renting a house is slowly subverting his worldview.

In order to prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a camera and took photos in the room.

After a week of continuous development, he found that there seemed to be a ghost in the room, and the ghost was hidden in the drawer!

The salesman tried to seal all the wardrobe and drawers in the house with wooden boards, and the ghost never appeared again. But he became more and more unlucky. About a month later, he was fired by his boss and had a car accident on the way home.

The salesman only realized after he died that there was an evil ghost on him. The ghost in the apartment had been helping him suppress it. Later, he sealed the drawer and wardrobe. The evil ghost had no other ghosts to check and balance, and finally killed him.

The protagonist of the fourth story is an old landlord. Several tenants in the house she rented had accidents in succession. They felt extremely guilty. She stubbornly believed that everything was her fault.

Gradually, the old man had a mental problem. She always felt that her children and her former two tenants had not left, and everyone still lived in this old house.

She asked her neighbors and people around her over and over again, knowing that the old house's past neighbors avoided the old lady and thought that she was an ominous woman and intentionally alienated her.

Some people even fled and moved away directly. There were fewer and fewer tenants in the building, and the old lady became more and more silent.

Slowly, there was no idea when the legend of a haunted room appeared in the community, and the old lady herself became a ghost and an abnormal synonym.

Everyone was far away from her, and no one wanted to interact with her.

After a while, the old lady met a poor painter under the overpass.

The painter had a bruised nose and a swollen face. It seemed that he had a fight with someone just now. The old lady felt a little sympathetic to him, so she wanted the painter to draw a painting for his deceased son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to sponsor the painter's meal, but who knew that the characters the painter drew were very similar to his son, not only his appearance, but also his temperament and eyes.

The old lady treasured the painter's painting and hung it in the room.

What she didn't expect was that in the evening of the next day, someone came to rent a house, and the new tenant was the painter.

The painter did not expect that the landlord would be an old lady. He just searched all over the old city and found that the house was the cheapest.

Life is a combination of countless coincidences. The painter met the first person in his life to appreciate him, gained the first fans, and the old lady also met someone who was not afraid of her and was willing to talk to her.

The painter became the new tenant in the old house. The old lady only charged some fees to the painter. She treated the painter as her own child. Her favorite thing was to listen to the painter talking about her dreams.

After a month or two, the old lady gradually discovered some strange things in the painter.

The painter often talks to his paintings. Whenever late at night, all kinds of strange sounds will come from the painter's room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious and secretly entered his room to check when the painter was out for submission.

As a result, she found a handmade comic book book in the drawer of the painter's work desk, which contained four stories in total.

With strange painting style and horror plot, every character seems to have come alive.

What is even more incredible is that the first three comic stories correspond to the old man's son, an English teacher and a salesperson.

The old man became more and more scared as he looked at it. Then she opened the fourth story. What she didn't expect was that the protagonist of the fourth story was actually herself, and it was about what happened after she met the painter.

The fourth story ends here, and the last story is next.

The fifth story is very short, similar to the extra chapter. The protagonist is a cartoonist with a standard middle-aged frustrated face and looks very depressed and decadent.

The comic introduces his life every day. He got up at 5:20 in the morning. He encouraged himself in the mirror with full energy, then took out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofread the drawing.

He was busy until 8:20, and he sorted out all the drawings, took his bag and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang to recommend his comics to the editor.

As a result, he spent a month of hard work and was denied within fifteen minutes, and he walked out of the office like a walking corpse.

He sat next to the road with his drawings, looking at the busy city, and waited until it was almost dark before returning home with a sad face.

Walking through the twisted and bustling city and entering the dark corridor, he opened the door to Room 304.

The warm light shone on him, and the old lady from the landlord prepared food for him. The old man said that he had read his painting this morning and it was very good.

The painter has forgotten how many times he has been rejected. He apologized to the old man, and he may not continue painting in the future.

When he returned to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the cottage with his legs in his arms.

He looked at the drawer of rejection letters and buried his head deep in his chest.

Failed again and again, he kneaded the rejected paintings into a ball and threw them into the trash can.

He kept complaining, feeling wronged, saying that he did not have the talent to draw, and decided to give up everything. Even if he jumped down from the building, he would never draw again.

He kept talking to himself until twelve o'clock in the evening, and the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on the mat.

The lights in the cottage flashed for a moment and suddenly went out.

The kneaded drawing paper in the trash can ran out by itself, spread out and spread it out bit by bit, was carefully placed in the cabinet, and the desktop was cleaned up again.

The last part of the comic turned black and white. The cartoonist was already asleep in the cramped hut, but there were a few "people" floating beside him.

The leader was a tall and thin man. He grabbed a quilt with his only left right hand and covered the cartoonist with his mouth. He said that it was really worry-free.

Next to him was a woman whose body was about to spread out like a building block. The woman looked beautiful and frowned, throwing away a few pieces of human beings drawn by the cartoonist, and then carefully laying out all the waste manuscripts.

In addition, there was a man in a black shirt standing at the table, and he was holding a pen to meticulously edit the cartoonist's draft.

The night passed quickly, and at 5:20 the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.

He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror and looked at the face in the mirror, and began to cheer himself up.

"It's another day full of vitality, work harder! Even if you are poor, you can't even ask for advice, and if you don't die, you will always stand out!"
Chapter completed!