Da da da.
The heels clicked on the deserted street.
It was now 4:13 in the morning, and three figures walked out of a theater with the lights out.
The one walking at the front was wearing a black trench coat, his face was surrounded by mist, and a star shone slightly.
Behind him is a moonlit mirror and a gorgeous purple opera mask.
At this moment, the white street has ceased, and the excess enthusiasm cannot extend so deep into the night. Even the last batch of spectators have already gone home to sleep, leaving only the drunkards muttering against the street lamps.
The night wind blew by, Sean sighed deeply, and a cloud of gray steam disappeared with the wind.
Behind them is a strange theater that has turned off its red lights and is apparently "permanently closed."
As Wordsworth's soul re-entered the spiritual ring, the nails planted by the Red God here have been removed. The exploited soul fragments stored here were attracted by the original body and began to return in the middle of the night.
Cosmic rays are pouring down on the earth like invisible raindrops all the time, and tonight they hit those soul fragments, stirring up a gentle light.
Crimson, green, blue, warm yellow... Souls of various colors, as if simulating spiritual rings across the sky, climbed up along the sky, each looking for their true body.
They form a wonderful scene in the night sky. If anyone has insomnia at this night and accidentally opens the curtains, I believe that another puzzling "urban legend" will be left behind.
Sean looked at his two partners, the old beggar, the flower girl and the pickpocket with a severed hand in the intellectual world, as if it was a lifetime ago: "I can't sleep tonight, how about you?"
"Let's go have a cup of coffee..." Moonlight rubbed her aching temples and said with a smile.
Catherine also nodded.
At this moment, the sleeping psychology master Carl Jung saw a rather symbolic scene in his dream.
The colorful raindrops were evaporated by the sun and gradually returned to the clouds in the sky.
The broken porcelain seemed to have a mind of its own, trying to reunite it, but it actually violated the laws of the world. The fragments gradually came together completely, without even a trace visible.
In the dream, Jung was also holding his wooden pipe in his mouth. He adjusted his glasses, knowing full well what this scene represented, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
Screenwriter Dutton Longman, who stayed up late to write the script, got up and made himself a pot of hot coffee in his warm home. He accidentally glanced out of the window and saw the "colorful clouds" streaking across the New Testament night sky, each going home...
He knew what this meant, and the two mysterious and powerful figures of the Queen class suddenly flashed through his mind.
He squeezed the handle of the pot tightly, his hands trembled slightly, and tears came to his eyes unknowingly: They did it.
He once felt that a part of himself seemed to be sitting in that despairing theater forever.
Now, the masked self finally walked out of the theater where the lights were gradually extinguished.
Maggie Johnson is still asleep. No one mentioned that her brows were always deeply furrowed when she slept, and she often woke up in the middle of the night.
The giant pig that ate the baby girl on stage always visited her dreams from time to time.
And when a burst of orange-red light flashed outside the window, in her dream, she suddenly felt a peace of mind that she had not experienced in several years.
The deep frown was suddenly released, and nightmares would never visit this place again...
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The light of the electric lamp illuminated the steam on the espresso, leaving a burnt moon on the black surface.
Moonlight put her hands behind her head and stretched out comfortably: "Oh... I like this feeling so much."
Catherine took off her mask and took a sip from her coffee cup. Although she didn't say anything, Sean knew that she was also immersed in the excitement and joy of accomplishing something big.
The three people who were destined to be unable to sleep tonight simply found an all-night coffee shop and sat inside to have a warm drink.
The soft saxophone played from the record player at the right time. The boss was sitting in the back kitchen preparing breakfast. The slight tinkling sound was reassuring. The three people who had experienced everything tonight did not need to talk. They just sat quietly and allowed their previously tense nerves to relax.
Before that, Catherine, who had a master's appraisal ability, had already appraised the scarlet pen.
"Wordsworth's blood-red fountain pen, a C-level mysterious legacy.
"It can enhance the effect of the red god's divine feathers. If you write horror-type literature, it will have a bonus effect;
"It has hidden effects that need to be discovered."
"The divine feather that can strengthen the God in Red... you can use it." Catherine said.
Although the actress specializes in studying the ancient book "The Book of Red Clothes", her strength is in "acting". Catherine is not a believer in Red Clothes and cannot use his divine feathers...
"Indeed." Sean nodded, "Then, the prize money from this mission will be divided equally among you."
Both Moonlight and Catherine shook their heads. The actress always insisted that the rewards of tasks should be distributed fairly: "Obviously, Sean, you have contributed the most to this task.
"This pen is your extra reward, and the prize money should be divided equally."
Yueguang nodded and said, "I think so too."
There was nothing to compromise with his own people, so Sean nodded gratefully.
Then, he picked up the blood-red pen and began to use the spiritual essence to sense it - Catherine had already made it clear that since Wordsworth had re-entered the spiritual ring, there was no remaining resentment on the pen.
The spiritual essence is connected to the red pen like a circuit, and a power accepted by the "City of Two Suns" Shen Yu flows into it...
In an instant, the brightness of Shenyu, which represented the "City of Double Suns" on the platform, increased.
The red-clothed figure on it also became taller and clearer.
To Sean's surprise, through the connection of the red pen, he got his second horror script - "Blood Red Wedding" after "Hot Dream Night".
When using this scarlet divine feather, he can summon a terrifying bloody wedding under the red moon...
Shenyu, which belongs to the faith of the God in Red, has officially entered "moderate development".
After the dark "Naiya Divine Feather", Sean has the second moderately developed Divine Feather.
Sean's heart was full of joy, but there was also a little "sweet" sadness: "The power has become stronger again, but now...
"My spiritual power seems to be a little lacking."
He tapped the table gently, thinking: "We must carry out the spiritual practice of the 'Heart Palace Wheel' as soon as possible."
The Heart Palace Wheel requires a fee of 3,200 yuan and a non-polluted C-level heritage.
The desire to make money was rising again.
"This pen..." Sean looked at it under the light, as if there was bright red blood flowing in the pen barrel. "It can add to the creation of horror literature..."
Thinking of Lingsi Feng's enthusiastic invitation letters and his recent comments on Sean's works that seemed to be somewhat "provocative", the level of horror has entered a "steady" level...
There is no possibility of the red pen losing control, and I have a strong enough soul to control it...
A slightly evil smile appeared on his face: "If I use this pen to write horror, what effect will it have?"
