After taking the tram across the street from the "Daily News" newspaper office, Sean asked Aaliyah and Olivia to wait in a nearby cake shop.
"Wait for me here, Ellie."
Aaliyah stood in front of the translucent cupboard, which was filled with cakes of various colors.
She stared at a cream cake with a cherry on top, swallowed, and said, "Hmm."
Seeing his sister's greedy appearance, Sean was a little stunned: "Didn't she just eat waffles and ice cream?
"Can you still eat it?"
As Sean walked out of the cake shop, he shook his head: "Okay, let her eat more - she is too thin now."
After thinking about Aaliyah turning into a little fat girl and running towards her, Sean couldn't help but laugh.
He walked into the newspaper office in a familiar manner. He did not rush to see Edward. Instead, he went to the processing department first and handed the film in the Zeiss camera to a man wearing glasses:
"There is a group photo of several children, which is probably the twentieth photo. Please develop five copies of that one...
“Just rinse the rest twice.”
The man nodded, signed the order with the film, and was about to return to the darkroom. Sean thought for a moment and stopped him: "Please wait a moment."
The man turned back in confusion, and Sean said, "Please develop six copies of that group photo."
There is one ticket for each person in the wild dog park, and Qiaoqiao also needs one.
He thought for a while, and the photo with the "big man" was very rare, and Sean himself wanted to collect one.
Six in total.
The man nodded and entered the darkroom with the film.
Then, Sean came to the floor where the editorial department was located. Before entering Edward's office, he tiptoed into the empty office——
Since he was busy doing other things in Ocean City, except for the first one, which was sent to Edward, Sean hadn't even started writing the remaining three manuscripts...
He must finish the manuscript first.
Therefore, he could only sneak into the deserted office and start tapping the typewriter keyboard frantically...
Fifteen minutes later, after the continuous typing sound that the "Daily News" editorial department was accustomed to, Sean walked out of the office and let out a long and hearty breath...
"Oh! Sean, you're back!"
Walking into the editor's office, Edward's stern face always showed a gentle smile after seeing Sean.
After getting up and hugging Sean, he deliberately looked serious, with a bit of reproach in his tone: "What's going on, Sean? I only received one article from Ocean City!"
Sean handed a bag of manuscripts with the ink still wet to Edward's hand: "There's no way - Ocean City suddenly announced mail restrictions. I can't send letters, and I can't contact you by telegram.
"But I have brought all the manuscripts back, and the photos will be developed tomorrow."
"Not bad, not bad!" Without delaying the publication of the special topic, Edward's feigned dissatisfaction disappeared and he patted Sean's arm happily, "I know you must have arranged everything."
Sean breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the brown paper bag placed on the table by Edward, and fell into deep thought.
Whether it was the developed photos or the manuscript he had just written, he did not touch on the dark side of Ocean City.
Meat processing plants, dingo parks and prime hunting grounds…
Verne and Rabbi Lins have become a thing of the past, and Sean no longer needs to expose the darkness of Ocean City.
If you do that, it will just add trouble to Nikola Tesler's "Resident Purification Plan."
Among those manuscripts, there are some quite novel and interesting travel articles.
Maybe it could bring some tourists to Tesler.
"Oh, that's right." Edward said to Sean, stroking the fat cat sleeping on the table with his stubby fingers, "I have received a lot of letters to you recently, maybe a dozen - I asked the assistant lady Collect all the letters for you."
letter? For me?
Sean really can't think of anyone writing to his newspaper identity...
Could it be a reader?
This is the only possibility.
With this judgment in mind, Sean walked out of the editor's office and found the assistant lady. Sure enough, he got a thick stack of letters.
Sean took the letter and sat down at the unoccupied desk with a relaxed mood, and began to browse the sender of the letter.
"New Testament Horror Stories Editorial Board."
"New Testament Horror Stories Editorial Department..."
"New Testament Horror Stories... Editorial Department?"
…
"Huh?" Sean opened his eyes wide.
There are eleven letters in total, ten of which are from the editorial office of "New Terror".
"Is it Ms. Lingsi Feng, the editor-in-chief of "New Terror"?"
Sean frowned: "Why is she sending so many letters?"
However, Sean did not rush to open the letters sent by Rincewind. Instead, he picked up the only letter from someone else.
The sender of this "maverick" letter is signed "Dyson Lauer".
That was the inventor who planned to sue Emerson.
Thanks to Sean's exclusive interview, he gained an advantage in the field of public opinion...
However, due to the strange recording in the "Midnight Elopement" record, Mr. Lauer did not contact Sean for a long time...
"Why did Mr. Raul send a letter?"
While opening the brown envelope, Sean secretly prayed in his heart: "I hope it's good news..."
Unfolding the letter folded in the envelope, Sean read it quickly...
My heart, which was a little nervous before, also calmed down.
"So this is what happened...
"The New Testament Court of Justice will hold a hearing open to the media regarding Mr. Lauer's allegations against Emerson.
"Mr. Raúl recognized that I was the author of that critical interview, so he invited me to attend the hearing...
Sean happily folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope: "That's good news."
"So." His eyes moved to the ten letters from the editorial department of "New Terror", and Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, "What are these letters about?"
Sean actually sent ten letters after being away from New Testament for more than a month.
On average, one letter every three days... What is so urgent?
Besides, it was so urgent, why not just come to the newspaper office to find someone instead of sending letters one after another?
"It can't be that kind of discount coupon for stock books..." Sean was a little suspicious that what the other party sent was "junk mail".
Things were a little weird. Sean first checked the stack of letters with his ectoplasm and made sure they were safe. Then he used a letter opener and opened the first letter.
Opening the letter, what caught your eye was the elegant and erratic, but slightly neurotic handwriting of the editor-in-chief Lingsi Feng...
Sean moved his eyes left and right and quickly read the first letter, his brows slightly raised.
Then he opened the second envelope, unfolded it, read it, and put it down.
Then came the third letter, the same action.
…
As he read the letter, the surprise on his face became more and more intense.
"This..." When he read the sixth letter, he paused reading and raised his head in the somewhat busy and noisy editorial office.
His brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were full of doubts: "What on earth is going on?"
