Chapter 35 Booking Strong Support

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Because Moonlight's hands played extremely fast, people couldn't tell that some keys were lowered "on their own."

"Is he an explorer? His function is to be a pianist?" Sean's face was hidden in the shadows. "Did he have a purpose in contacting me?"

Thinking of the moonlight's eyes, Sean's eyes were filled with uncertainty. He felt a little cheated, and his mood at the moment was as intense as the piano music on the stage.

The continuous sound of the piano stopped suddenly like a heavy rain, and the entire restaurant fell into silence. After a while, people reacted to the amazing piano music and found that Yue Guang had stood up and bowed deeply.

There were cheers and applause from the audience that almost made the crystal chandelier shake.

Only then did people start talking to each other. Moonlight walked to Sean and asked breathlessly: "How are you, are you satisfied with the food and music?"

Sean observed Moonlight's expression: "It's perfect. If you don't mind, I want to talk to you alone."

The two of them walked out of the door of the Palm Tree Restaurant and stood on the street where people were hurrying.

Moonlight took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his suit, pulled one out and handed it to Sean.

Sean raised his hand and refused: "Are you a explorer?"

Moonlight's hand holding the smoke was frozen in the air. His face was expressionless.

After a while, he sighed, put the cigarette in his mouth, lit the match, and took a deep breath: "Every time I play the piano, I can't help but use my special ability."

The carefree pianist smiled bitterly: "I should realize that there will always be someone who can see it with spiritual vision."

He stretched out his hand: "Let's get to know each other again. I was once a pianist on the ocean, and now I am a partner of the Eugene 1902 Exploration Agency, a Jack-level explorer, Moonlight 1902."

Sean did not extend his hand: "You mean, except for the explorer, you didn't lie to me about anything else?"

Sean had used ectoplasm to check the moonlight before. Maybe the opponent's level was too low and he didn't feel it.

Moonlight shook her head repeatedly: "No! Sean, since you are a Quester, you should understand our confidentiality rules. I didn't know that you were also a Quester before. This is a complete coincidence."

Sean is still a little distrustful: "I have a question - you said you have never been off the ship, how can you become a explorer?"

"When I was on the boat, I discovered that I could use ectoplasm to assist my hands in playing the piano. It was completely discovered by accident when I was practicing piano. I didn't know what it meant at first. It wasn't until one performance that I met Kai Vin Eugene, my current partner, said that I was born with the ability to resist evil.

"There was a supernatural incident on the ship at that time. After following him to solve the crisis, I saw the 'other world' hidden under the water." Moonlight's expression became a little yearning and confused, "Although exploring the secret is dangerous, But mystery is so fascinating. I started to learn the knowledge of the mystery industry on the ship, and not long after landing, I became a mystery explorer."

Mysterious and charming? Sean felt that Moonlight's thinking was indeed a little different from ordinary people. However, he thought of a key point: if the other party had any other intentions, he would not use ectoplasm to assist in playing the piano while he watched.

After thinking about this section, and looking into Moonlight's eyes, Sean still stretched out his hand: "Apprentice explorer, Sean."

Moonlight smiled in relief: "Thank you, Sean.

"I didn't expect you to have the ability of spiritual vision when you are just a trainee explorer." Yueguang exhaled a puff of smoke easily, "Explorers are not common in life. Even if you encounter them, they will not always have spiritual vision turned on. . This is why I can't help but use ectoplasm to assist in playing the piano - it feels so damn good. I always feel lucky." Sean, who once used ectoplasm to assist typing, although he does not know how to play the piano It’s wonderful, but you can also know the feeling of being free.

Moonlight took a puff of cigarette: "Sean, when do you plan to take the assessment?"

The books for the written examination have almost been memorized, and Sean is more confident than before in his fight against strange things: "Within a month, I'm already considering submitting an application for assessment."

"I think I can help you - the internship test is to survive a Jack-level mission. I can be your teammate. It will be much safer to have a friend than a whole team of strange explorers. "

Sean knew it too. Considering that he had nothing worthy of being coveted by a Jack-level explorer, Sean did not refuse Moonlight's kindness.

After leaving each other's contact information, Yueguang extinguished the cigarette butt and accurately flicked the cigarette butt into a trash can three meters away - his control of his fingers seemed to be very exquisite.

"Keep in touch, Sean." He patted Sean's arm and returned to the restaurant.

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After the corpse broke the window and rushed into the room to attack Sean, this was the second time that the room was messed up by strange events.

Sean realized that he could no longer cause trouble to Miss Daisy - the other party kindly waived his room fee and asked her to bear additional losses. Sean felt really bad about it.

"I have to find a long-term rental house." Sean was thinking. After getting a good fee for the last interview manuscript, Sean was now very confident that he could solve life problems in New York City. "Write another one." Give this manuscript to Edward, earn a commission, and then go look for a house that can be rented for a long time."

Sean plans to publish the "Jason and Julia" story anonymously. The true whereabouts of these two big stars at that time were not that they had eloped, but that they had already died. Such a follow-up report would definitely satisfy Edward.

"However, there are two details that need to be worked out." Sean has returned to the room at this moment. He tidied up a little before going to the library, and now he is continuing to restore the room to its original state.

"The first is the authenticity of the message. I have to convince Edward that my message is true.

"Jason and Julia have disappeared for several years. If you want to prove the authenticity of the story I wrote, you must provide corresponding proof...

"Before my spiritual collapse, I also saw some visions, which should have been deliberately shown to me by evil spirits..." Sean tried hard to recall. At that time, he saw Bishop Howard sending people to bring three people, including the producer, His body was buried in a suburban cemetery, and Sean believed he could find that cemetery and the three unmarked graves.

"As long as their graves can be pointed out, they can be identified based on their clothing, bones and teeth." Sean lifted the overturned sofa and sat in. "After the news was announced, Howard had no chance to dig up the graves again. Yes. This is irrefutable proof.”

"The second question is - Howard is one of the bishops of the Diocese of New Testament City. He has considerable energy and influence. I have to consider whether he will retaliate against me, and whether Editor Edward dares to publish this article …”

Sean closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and the room was extremely quiet.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and stood up: "Public opinion has the power of public opinion. I believe that the Salvation Church and the public will not tolerate Bishop Howard's murderous behavior. If Edward publishes this news, after the public and officials know the truth, I And the Daily News is safe!”

Sean was a little excited - such a shocking exclusive news would definitely be another huge amount of royalties. Regardless of the chaos in the room, he ground himself a cup of coffee and sat in front of the typewriter...