After a moment, Aaliyah finally straightened up from her blanket.
His hair was messy and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
She's figured it out.
"Unlike Sean, I am a daughter." Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "Even if dad loses his temper, he will calm down if I act coquettishly...
"Hmm...don't worry."
Unlike Sean who can only reply, refute or admit his mistakes in a straight manner, as the youngest daughter, Aaliyah has her own "privilege".
"Besides, it was my plan to stay in the New Testament. It just doesn't make sense to rely on Sean."
Thinking this, his big eyes looked at Sean again.
He has finished reading the second letter.
"Brother, what's going on with the second letter? Did that magazine ask you to write a manuscript?"
Sean put away the letter from Lingsi Feng with a slight smile: "Oh, because I didn't reply to their editor-in-chief for a long time, and they were a little worried about my safety, so I replied A letter of peace.
"They are very happy that I am still alive - it seems that the people who feed them disappear from time to time, so they are so nervous."
After all, the people who can write those stories are either mysteries or people who are involved with mystery.
No matter how you look at it, the probability of disappearance is higher than that of ordinary people.
"They told me not to worry about new manuscripts, just to know that I was still alive."
Aaliyah was a little dazed after hearing this—it was really a special editorial department.
However, Sean himself already has new plans.
As Ling Si Feng said, his manuscripts would have received good royalties.
Once you have a few good stories, collect them into a collection and publish them, you can earn another amount of royalties...
If you need funds to operate and develop yourself, why not?
"What is the theme of the next horror article?"
Sean suddenly remembered the "hell journey" from the meat processing plant to Franken Mansion.
"Originally, not many people know about the dirty tricks of meat processing plants. As long as I process it again, almost no one will know that it is my personal experience..."
Sean is confident that now he can write a manuscript that is enough to drive Lingsi Feng into "crazy".
With this thought in mind, he was already eager to give it a try.
"elder brother……"
"Huh?" Sean came back to his senses.
Aaliyah looked at Sean in horror: "The way you looked just now was a bit scary..."
Sean blinked and realized that when he was just imagining the topic, the aura of the God in Red was surging around him.
The red robe moves without wind, and the untouchable bronze crown quietly triggers the fear hidden in the heart...
Ordinary people may not be able to sense it, but Aaliyah, who has a keen sense of spirituality, was affected.
"Oh!" Sean waved his hand, "I was just thinking about the subject of the new manuscript, and I was a little excited. Sorry."
Knowing that it was the power that Sean had, Aaliyah quickly returned to normal. She put her little feet into the furry slippers and stood up. She picked up something on the table and hid it behind her: "Sean, what do you think? What did I get?"
"What? A marriage certificate?"
"What's your marriage certificate?" He knocked on Sean's head, "Guess again."
Sean's ectoplasm had finished touching the ink on the certificate in Aaliyah's hand, and he said with a speculative tone: "Is it the letter of appointment as a teaching assistant from New York City Grammar School?"
Aaliyah threw herself on the sofa and complained loudly: "This way there is no surprise at all!"
"Haha..." Sean hugged Aaliyah, "Surprise, surprise!
"When did you apply for a job at grammar school?"
"Two days ago." Aaliyah sat up, her eyes sparkling - no wonder she looked so energetic today, "It's boring to stay at home all the time, so I decided to find something to do.
“I saw a job posting at a grammar school in the newspaper and went.
"The interview process went very smoothly. They seemed to like me very much - there was also a female teacher who took my poetry book and asked me to sign it..."
While he was happy for Aaliyah, a slight alarm sounded in Sean's heart.
As a young and famous poet, many people have heard of the name Arya Dickinson...
Sean, who was somewhat overprotective, suppressed the urge to lock Aaliyah at home and began to think rationally.
“Sean, under the governance of the Divine Palace, the New Testament is not a city of crime.
"The Judas Ring plan has also entered a new chapter, and Aaliyah is no longer needed..."
"No one is watching her anymore."
Thinking like this, the upset feeling finally dissipated.
"As long as I get the two mysterious inheritances I want to buy, even if Olivia returns to the team, I don't have to worry about my sister being in danger."
Sean took a deep breath, took a sip of black tea, and stared at Aaliyah with a smile, watching her vividly describe what she saw in grammar school...
——
The next morning, Sean drank the remaining cold coffee in the cup and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.
The manuscript on the typewriter has been completed, a new horror short story called "The River of Redemption."
It tells the story of a man who mistakenly entered a secret passage under a certain mansion, saw an inhuman sight, and a desperate journey with no way out...
When Sean was writing, he could feel the eerie chill escaping from his pores.
Thinking of Mr. Wuyou’s adventure still makes my throat tight.
"This is the best one so far." After the ink was dry, Sean put the manuscript into an envelope. "Lingsi Feng will definitely be satisfied..."
After doing this, Sean stayed at home for a rare half day and read leisurely for an afternoon.
After dinner prepared by Olivia, when the clock reached eight o'clock, the doorbell at home rang.
Somehow, Sean could tell who was coming just from the rhythm of ringing the doorbell.
When he opened the door, he saw Yue Guang, who was wearing a white suit but had already untied his tie, standing at the door.
Apparently, he had just finished his regular performance at the Palm Tree Restaurant.
With an expectant smile on his face, Miss White, the guinea pig, fell asleep quietly in his pocket, seemingly accustomed to this bumpy life.
"Honestly, Sean, I've never looked forward to a mission this much."
Sean, fully dressed, turned around to say goodbye to the two ladies at home, and followed the moonlight downstairs.
In fact, he felt a little bit expectant today - not only because they were very likely to walk into that weird theater, but also because the first step of the mission was to go to the pub and have a good drink.
Since becoming a Explorer, the cautious Sean has never been open to drinking.
When starting the car, Moonlight sighed: "If the first stop for every mission in the future is a tavern, I will definitely devote myself to my career as an explorer..."
The white Benjamin convertible merged into the traffic flow, carrying the two partners, and drove towards the bustling lights of the modern city...
