I Have an Adventure House

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

The salesman is a foreigner, in his thirties. According to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day and is very gentle and polite.

On the surface, the salesman who is kind and gentle, in fact, has a lot of holes in his heart, he is a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, you will always fail for inexplicable reasons.

Sometimes weird things happen around me, such as having nightmares in the big night, dreaming that my wife was put in a drawer in a corpse, tangled and worried all night, only to wake up in the morning that I did n’t have a girlfriend at all.

When I was out in the blue sky, it was halfway down and it was raining heavily. The clothes were soaked. I thought of the breakfast shop to avoid the rain and have a breakfast. When I touched my pocket, I found that my wallet was lost.

Unable to drive a car, walked to the company, he was scolded by the boss when he was late, and the customers he had received all day long did not wait to see him. The worst thing was that when he got home, he found that the door had been opened and a thief entered the house.

A bumpy day for others is just daily for salespeople.

Compared to those unlucky things, what really made him despair is that the house where he lives seems to be haunted!

He lives alone in an old house, watching TV at night to relax. Whenever he sees a happy place, he is still not happy, and laughter comes from behind him.

There are many similar things. In the bath and half of the bath, someone will give him shampoo, no paper is used in the toilet, and a roll of toilet paper will roll in from outside the bathroom.

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

To prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a camera and filmed in the house.

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

The salesperson tried to seal all the wardrobes 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 dismissed by his boss and had a car accident on the way home.

It was only after the salesperson's death that he knew that there was a ghost in his body. The ghost in the apartment had been suppressing him. Later, he closed the drawer and the closet. The ghost had no other ghosts to check and balance, and finally killed him.

The protagonist of the fourth story is an old lady of the landlord. The room she rented out had several consecutive tenants accidents. She was extremely guilty. She insisted that everything was her fault.

Slowly, there was a problem with the spirit of the old man. She always felt that her children and the first two tenants had not left, and everyone was still living in this old house.

She asked the neighbors and the people around her again and again, knowing that the neighbors in the old house could not avoid the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman and intentionally alienated.

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

Slowly, I do n’t know when the haunted legend of a room appeared in the community. The old lady itself has become a synonym for ghost and abnormal.

Everyone is far away from her, nobody wants to associate with her.

After a while, the old lady encountered a poor painter under the flyover.

The painter's nose and face are swollen, and it seems that he has just had a fight with people. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to paint a picture for his dead son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to subsidize the painter for a meal. As a result, who knew that the character drawn by the painter was very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.

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

What she did not 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 the old town and found this house to be the cheapest.

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

The painter became a new tenant in the old house. The old lady only paid a fee for the painter. She regarded the painter as her own child. Her favorite thing to do was listen to the painter talk about her dreams.

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

Painters often talk to their paintings, and every night, various strange sounds can be heard from the painter's room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious and secretly entered the room to check while the painter was out and submitting articles.

As a result, she found a hand-made comic book in the drawer of the painter's work table. There were four stories in it.

With strange styles and horrible plots, every character seems to be alive.

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

The old man became more and more scared, and then she opened the fourth story. What she did not expect was that the protagonist of the fourth story turned out to be herself, telling what happened after she met the painter.

This is the end of the fourth story, and then the last story.

The fifth story is very short, similar to Fanwai, the protagonist is a cartoonist, with a standard middle-aged frustrated face, a very mourning and decadent look.

The manga introduced his day's life. He got up at 5:20 in the morning. He was full of energy to cheer himself up at the mirror, and then took out the drawing paper from the drawer to proofread the painting.

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

As a result, he spent a month's hard work being denied in 15 minutes, and the whole person walked out of the office like a walking dead.

He took the draft and sat next to the road, looking at the bustling city, and waited until it was getting dark before crying and returning home.

Walking through the distorted city, into the dark corridor, he opened the door of Room 304.

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

The painter has forgotten that this is the first time he has been rejected. He apologized to the old man, and I am afraid he will not continue to paint in the future.

Returning to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat on the corner of the hut with his legs alone.

He looked at a drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head deeply in his chest.

Failing again and again, he crumpled the dismissed paintings and threw them in the trash can.

He kept complaining and felt wronged again, saying that he had no talent for painting, and decided to give up everything. Even if he jumped upstairs, he would never paint again.

Talking to herself until twelve in the evening, the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on the mat.

The light in the hut flashed and suddenly went out.

The crumpled drawing paper in the trash bin ran out of its own ~ www.readwn.com ~ spread out a little bit, was seriously placed in the cabinet, and the desktop was reorganized again.

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

Headed by a tall, thin man, he grabbed a quilt with his left hand to cover the cartoonist. It was really uncomfortable to say something in his mouth.

Beside him is a woman whose body is about to spread apart like a building block. The woman looks very beautiful, frowns, throws a very small part of the cartoonist into human fragments, and then throws away all the manuscripts carefully.

There was also a man in a black shirt standing at the table, while he was holding a pen to refine the cartoonist's draft.

The night passed quickly. At 5:20 the next morning, the alarm sounded 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, no matter how hard it is! It's too poor to talk about it, and it will always come out if it does not die!"