Fifteen minutes later, while the coffee was still slightly hot and Sean didn't even have time to take a sip, a manuscript titled "The Lost Couple" was completed.
Unlike the last interview manuscript, Sean deliberately concealed his language habits. Moreover, he used some writing skills to make this somewhat bloody and terrifying news very thrilling, documentary and at the same time, like a crime novel.
The perspective is that of an "informed person" back then. The author's signature is "Rabe Bogut", a name Sean pieced together by flipping through the Yellow Pages.
Sean bent his fingers and flicked the manuscript that smelled of ink.
After drinking coffee, he picked up the manuscript, put on his coat and leather shoes, and went out in a hurry.
After spending a short time visiting three cemeteries, Sean successfully found the three unmarked graves and laid three lilies.
Sean arrived at the Daily News before dark. When I entered the editor's room, I met editor Edward who was getting up, wearing a coat, and getting ready to get off work.
The look in Edward's eyes when he saw Sean was like a husky seeing its owner coming with sausages: "Sean! God knows how happy I am to see you! Your whole body seems to be sparkling with gold!"
"Editor-in-Chief, your terms are a bit exaggerated." Sean took off his gray hat and smiled.
Edward took over Sean's coat affectionately: "I swear to God, I'm not exaggerating at all!
"Do you know what happened after the last interview was published? - We reprinted it five times that day! Five times! The sales volume that day was almost as high as that of the New Testament Times!
"People are tired of Emerson's hypocrisy and deceit, and they want to know about this lawsuit that might bring him down!"
Sean knew that the report should have the effect of boosting sales-after all, it involved the inventor king and the litigator Emerson, which was a topic that was bound to receive attention. However, he didn't expect sales to be as good as they were.
Sean pretended to be surprised: "In comparison, my remuneration is too meager."
The sales volume on that day was only a small amount, but more importantly, this report could bring a considerable increase in subscriptions to this emerging newspaper! Subscriptions are the key!
Edward shrugged noncommittally, and then rubbed his hands, his eyes clearly showing anticipation - like a gourmet sitting in his favorite restaurant, looking at the chef who has fascinated him.
Sean handed the manuscript over, and Edward read with a slight smile on his lips...
However, his reaction this time was different from last time. Last time, his brows became more and more relaxed as he read, but this time it was just the opposite - although his attention had been completely attracted by the content written in "The Lost Couple", his brows were getting tighter and tighter. .
After a moment, Edward's hand holding the manuscript dropped, and he raised his eyes exhausted: "Sean, is what you wrote really true? Is your informant reliable?"
Sean clicked on the location of the unmarked grave stated at the end of the manuscript: "I never joke about my future, and my informants don't even do that."
Edward's brows were still tightened, the light in his eyes dimmed, and the expression on his face was very serious. He put the manuscript on the table, walked to the window silently, and looked through the blinds at the setting sun outside the window.
After a while, he turned back and asked Sean: "Sean, have you considered the consequences of publishing this news?"
It seems that the level of authenticity of the news has been passed. Sean breathed a sigh of relief and expressed the conclusion to the second question he had been thinking about before.
After listening, Edward sighed: "You are right, after the news is released, Jason's father, Bishop Howard, may face doubts and trials from the divine court and the public.
"However, this is not 100%." The eyes behind the amber frames were very serious, "This is a gamble with a high stake.
"We cannot predict the position and attitude of the Holy Court after seeing the news. If we lose, "Daily News" will be ordered to rectify, and I will be demoted..." Edward pointed with a short, strong finger. Referring to Sean, “For me, though, that’s all acceptable. You, the writer, may be at greater risk.
"Have you thought about it?"
Sean was more optimistic about the reaction of the Holy Court and the public. He felt that Edward was a little too nervous. However, to be on the safe side, Sean still planned to ask this old editor who had been working in New York City for many years: "We have no chance of winning." Is it big?"
"Eighty percent."
Sean thought for a moment and nodded: "Then send it."
When leaving the newspaper office, Sean had an extra $30 in his wallet.
Three brand new $10 notes exuding the unique ink scent of the New Zealand dollar.
And this is only half of the fee for this "special article". After confirming that the three unmarked graves are indeed those of Jason and others, the newspaper will pay the remaining half of the fee.
This remuneration standard has reached the first-class level in the industry. Because of the magical incremental effect that the last interview manuscript brought to the "Daily News", Edward was able to directly offer top-notch manuscript fees to Sean, a "newcomer" in the industry.
Sean was in a very good mood, walking on the road with his back straight and his steps brisk. He felt that although the situation before was very bad, through his own efforts, the situation was getting better little by little.
There have been new clues in the search for Aaliya; I have almost memorized all the information for the Explorer assessment. Not only does I have enough strength to pass the assessment, but I have also found an "off-site aid"; moreover, I have found someone who can take care of both tasks. A well-paid part-time job to find my sister.
"Everything is running normally, and everything is developing for the better." When Sean walked, his thumb clasped his index finger tightly, as if he was holding something important.
On the way back, Sean thought about the mask he would get after passing the assessment: "The first Explorer mask is determined based on the trainee's written test scores and performance in the internship tasks.
"If the trainee's function has not been revealed in the first mission, he may obtain a non-functioning Jack-level mask, such as the psychic-type 'Moonlight Moth', or the astute 'Sand Lemming'...
"Among the existing masks, there is no mask that directly corresponds to the 'reporter' function. There are only masks of the communicator and writer types, such as the 'young bard' and the 'silent scribe' and so on."
Based on the illustrations and descriptions in the book, Sean imagined a metallic color that was more restrained than the luster of silver. It formed a calm and solemn face, with the eyes lowered as if While recording or reading something, a brass quill is pinned in the long curly hair like fine silver waves, like a proud hat quill - this is the mask of the 'Silent Clerk'.
Wearing this mask means that the explorer has strong mental resistance, extraordinary memory, excellent information integration ability, and the ability to quickly process text and information.
The scribe is the mainstay of the team in solving puzzles and fighting against mental shocks. It is a role that will be protected and valued by other explorers.
Although many masks are at the same level, their importance and rarity still vary greatly.
"Young Bard", "Tower City's Apprentice", "Young Scribe", etc. are all similar to Sean's current type, however, these masks are more common and don't hold much weight in the squad.
Only "Scribe", even among low-level masks, symbolizes strength. Importantly, this low-level mask is rare because it requires the wearer to possess rare qualities.
"Try to get the 'Silent Clerk' as much as possible. It would also be good if you can get the 'Apprentice of Tower City'." Sean concluded, "But I hope it won't be a low-level mask like the 'Moonlight Moth', otherwise in the future I will be exploring the secrets." It will be more dangerous..."
