Chapter 0302: I’m Here to Make Your Dreams Come True

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

　　The salesman is a foreigner, in his thirties, according to the company’s requirements, he wears a white shirt every day, courteous and speaks politely.

　　On the surface of the amiable salesman, in fact, inside has been a thousand holes, he is a very unlucky person.

　　No matter what he does, he always fails for inexplicable reasons.

　　Sometimes some strange things happen around him, such as nightmares, dreaming that his wife was split up and put in a drawer, obsessed and worried all night, only to wake up in the morning and realize that he does not have a girlfriend at all.

　　When I went out under a sunny sky, it started pouring rain just halfway, and my clothes were soaked through, so I thought of taking shelter from the rain at the breakfast store and having breakfast, but when I touched my pocket, I realized that I had lost my wallet.

　　He couldn’t get a cab, walked to the office, was scolded by his boss when he was late, the customers he received throughout the day didn’t treat him well, and the worst part was that when he got home, he found the door had been pried open, and there was a burglar in the house.

　　A bumpy day for others is just everyday for a salesman.

　　More than the bad luck, what really made him despair was that the house he lived in seemed to be haunted!

　　He lived alone in his old house, watching TV at night trying to relax, and whenever he saw a happy place, before he could be happy, there was laughter coming from behind him.

　　There were many other similar things; halfway through a shower, someone would hand him shampoo, and when he went to the bathroom without paper, a roll of toilet paper would roll in on its own from outside the bathroom.

　　He had been a staunch atheist, but this rental encounter was slowly turning his worldview upside down.

　　To prove that he wasn’t the one with a mental illness, he bought a video camera and filmed the house.

　　After a week of this continues, he realizes that there seems to be a real ghost in the house, and that the ghost is hiding in a drawer!

　　The salesman tried boarding up all the closets and drawers in the house and the ghost never appeared again. But he was getting unlucky, and about a month later, he was fired by his supervisor and had a car accident on his way home.

　　The salesman realized after his death that there was an evil spirit in him, which had previously been kept down by the ghosts and spirits in the apartment, and then when he sealed the drawers and closets, the evil spirit had no other ghosts and spirits to check it, and it finally killed him.

　　The fourth story features an old landlady who rents out a house where several consecutive tenants have had accidents, and feels extremely guilty, stubbornly believing that everything is her fault.

　　Slowly, the old woman’s spirit has problems, and she always feels that her children and the two previous tenants have not left, and that everyone is still living in the old house.

　　She asked her neighbors and the people around her over and over again, and it was clear that the neighbors of the old house in the past shunned the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman, and intentionally estranged.

　　Some people are even fleeing like, directly moved away, the building tenants less and less, the old lady is also more and more silent.

　　Slowly, the neighborhood do not know when the legend of a room haunted, the old lady herself has become synonymous with ghosts, abnormal.

　　Everyone stayed away from her, no one wanted to hang out with her.

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

　　The painter’s nose was bruised and swollen, and it seemed that he had just had a fight with someone. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to paint a picture of her dead son.

　　Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to subsidize the painter a meal, but who knew that the painter casually draws a character, but very similar to his son, not only appearance, even the temperament, eyes are exactly the same.

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

　　What she didn’t expect was that the next evening, someone else came to rent a room, and the new tenant was the painter.

　　The painter didn’t expect the landlord to be the old lady, he just searched all over the old town and found this room the cheapest.

　　Life is a combination of countless coincidences. The painter meets the first person in his life who appreciates him and gains his first fan, while the old lady meets someone who is not afraid of her and is willing to talk to her.

　　The painter became a new tenant in the old house, and the old lady only charged the painter some nominal fees; she treated the painter as her own child, and her favorite thing to do was to listen to the painter talk about his dreams.

　　After a month or two of this, the old lady gradually discovered something strange about the painter.

　　The painter would often talk to his paintings, and whenever it was late at night, all kinds of strange noises would come out of the painter’s room.

　　In the third month, the old lady was really curious, so she sneaked into the painter’s room to check it out when he went out to submit his paintings.

　　As a result, she rummaged through the drawer of the painter’s work desk and found a handmade comic booklet containing a total of four stories.

　　Creepy drawing style, horrible plot, every character seems to come alive.

　　What was even more unbelievable was that the first three comic stories corresponded to the old man’s son, the English teacher and the salesman.

　　The more the old man reads, the more scared she gets. Then she turns to the fourth story, and to her surprise, the main character of the fourth story is actually herself, telling exactly what happened after she met the painter.

　　That was the end of the fourth story, and beyond that was the last story.

　　The fifth story is short, similar to an extra, and the main character is a cartoonist with a standard middle-aged disillusioned face, a very bereft and disheveled look.

　　The cartoon introduces his day, he wakes up at 5:20 in the morning, he is full of energy and rushes to the mirror to give himself a pep talk, and then takes out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofreads the drawing.

　　By 8:20, he had organized all his drawings and took his bag to a local publisher in Jiujiang to recommend his cartoon to the editor.

　　The result was that his one-month-long effort was rejected within fifteen minutes, and he walked out of the office as if he were a zombie.

　　He sat down on the side of the road with his sketch, looking at the city of traffic, and waited until it was almost dark before he went home in tears.

　　Walking through the twisted and noisy city, he entered the darkened hallway, and then he opened the door of room 304.

　　Warm light shone on him, the landlord’s old lady had prepared a meal for him, and the old man said that he had looked at his paintings this morning, and they were very good.

　　The cartoonist had forgotten how many times he had been rejected, and he told the old man that he was sorry, and that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to continue with his drawings in the future.

　　Returning to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the hut with his legs wrapped around him.

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

　　Failing again and again, he crumpled the rejected drawings into a ball and threw them in the trash.

　　He kept complaining and feeling aggrieved, saying that he had no talent for drawing, and decided to give up everything, and would never go back to drawing even if he jumped off a building in the future.

　　Talking to himself until twelve o’clock at night, the exhausted cartoonist lay down on the cooler and fell asleep.

　　The light in the hut flickered for a moment and then suddenly went out.

　　The crumpled paper from the trash can came out on its own, unfolded and flattened little by little, and was carefully placed in the cupboard, and the desktop was reorganized.

　　The last part of the cartoon turned black and white, and the cartoonist was already asleep in the cramped cabin, but there were several “people” floating around him.

　　At the head of the group was a tall, skinny man, who grabbed a quilt with his right hand and covered the cartoonist with it, muttering something about being a pain in the ass.

　　Next to him was a woman whose body seemed to be falling apart like a building block, a beautiful woman with a frown on her face, who was throwing away the very few adult bits the cartoonist had drawn and carefully smoothing out all the scraps.

　　Also at the table stood a man in a black shirt, holding a pen as he fine-tuned the cartoonist’s drafts.

　　The night passed quickly, and the next morning at 5:20 a.m., the alarm clock went off at exactly the right time, and the cartoonist jolted out of his sleep.

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

　　”Another day full of energy, work a little harder! To the poor is but a beggar’s mouth, if you don’t die you’ll always come out on top!”