Sean sat in front of his desk, and in front of him was the golden ticket stub that Wordsworth handed him before re-entering the spiritual ring.
"Here, there are still some... stories worth exploring..."
The last words left by William Wordsworth still echoed in Sean's ears.
"Perhaps he had made a promise and was unable to say anything related to this ticket stub personally...
"So, I can only suggest that I dig it myself."
Sean picked up the old ticket stub, which had some mottled gold color and was peeling off, and looked at it carefully in the sunlight.
The words "Midnight Paradise", an agile figure that seems to be flying...
Before, Sean had used ectoplasm to examine this thing under protective measures.
Perhaps because of the passage of time, the remaining spiritual reaction on the ticket stub has become so weak that it is no different from ordinary things.
The sunlight illuminated the old ticket stub inch by inch. Sean seemed to have discovered something and narrowed his eyes slightly...
He saw a line of small lead-gray characters on the face of the ticket.
This line of small characters should have been clear originally, but it has faded due to age...
It seemed to be a machine-typed font, and Sean read it out: "Points... 55 points."
He frowned suspiciously: "Can this ticket stub be used for points?
“What can these points be used for?”
Sean put down his ticket stub before his thoughts spread into the fog.
Wordsworth knew that he was a reporter, so he gave this thing to himself...
In other words, he believed that this secret should be exposed.
However, compared to Solomon’s commission, the information on this “commission” is even more incomplete.
"We can only investigate slowly..."
Putting aside his thoughts for the time being, Sean couldn't help but think of his two current goals.
First, to become a super-Ace-level specification as soon as possible; second, to become the leader in the media industry...
Neither goal can be achieved in the short term.
Sean sighed in his heart: "Then, let's first become King and open a newspaper as our goals."
It is easier to start a newspaper than to be promoted to King.
However, both are inseparable from the same very important resource - money.
Although he spent a lot of money on Aaliyah's safety, which slowed down his progress in saving money, Sean did not feel any regret or regret.
"Two mysterious inheritances that suit her, not only allow her to protect herself, but also..."
Thinking of that happy peck on the cheek, Sean couldn't help but feel a little sweet.
"And..." A slender but powerful figure flashed in his mind, "And he also let Olivia return to the team."
"This is more than three thousand, well spent!"
The next thing to consider is not how to save money, but how to make more money.
Ling Si Feng, the editor-in-chief of "New Testament Horror Stories", has mentioned more than once that Sean can publish the short stories he has published in a volume.
In this way, these past stories will also bring a royalty income to Sean. For Sean, who needed to make money, the offer became more tempting than before.
Therefore, through the phone call, Sean made an appointment to visit and negotiate with the editorial office of "New Terror" today.
He put the Explorer playing cards in the inner pocket of his shirt, and the scarlet pen that did not require ink was inserted into the inner pocket of his coat. He put it together with the reporter's small notebook and patted the With the "invisible stomach bag" refilled on his left leg, Sean walked out the door.
Also going out together was Olivia Fengchi, who was wearing a light gray double-breasted woolen coat.
No longer needing to be Aaliyah's personal bodyguard, the Seiko girl returned to Sean's side.
However, the candle holder seemed to still be sulking. As long as she had eye contact with Sean, Olivia would turn her head slightly, her short silver hair swaying...
"Olivia..." Sean called with a wry smile.
"Huh?" She seemed to be angry, but she still had to respond to the reader's instructions. She turned her face and blinked.
"Although it's definitely wrong to lie to you, there's no need to be angry for so long, right?"
Ignore yourself for three days and half a day is left.
Olivia tilted her head and said: "I asked Aaliyah how long it is appropriate to be angry about this kind of thing...
"She said this time it was more serious and she would have to be angry for three days."
He raised his wrist and looked at the lady's watch with a delicate dial: "There are still six hours and thirty-two minutes before the anger ends."
Amused by Olivia's seriousness, Sean stood at the door of his house and covered his mouth with laughter, his shoulders hunched.
——It turned out that her anger had disappeared a long time ago, and she was just executing the "angry time" in a programmed manner according to Aaliyah.
"What's wrong? Why are readers laughing?
"Did I make a mistake?"
A pair of eyes blinked.
Sean wiped his eyes: "How can you be so angry? You still have to get the time right..."
With this habit, Olivia's baking skills are top-notch - whether fermentation or baking, every step is accurate to the second.
"Then what should I do?" Olivia, who was about to ask, narrowed her eyes like a vigilant cat: "No, Sean, you must have some bad ideas..."
Still turning his head away: "There are still...six hours and thirty-one minutes until the anger ends."
"Okay, okay..." Sean felt extremely happy and led the "angry" Seiko girl out the door on time.
——
The editorial office of "New Terror" is located in the northern part of the New York District, only two streets away from the place where Sean first rescued Aaliyah.
Driving past the street that was once ravaged by sea water, marine life and even submarines, the scene of that night seemed to flash before Sean's eyes.
Aaliyah's hair was cut unevenly, her face was dirty, and she stretched out her hand to herself...
Those times are finally over.
Arya Dickinson is no longer someone's prey. She now teaches at New Testament Grammar School and has the fangs to fight back.
Looking at the dilapidated road surface that was still undergoing repairs, Sean couldn't help but smile sadly.
After parking the Layton L-type car outside a three-story building, Sean got out of the car.
Across the street is the building where New Terror magazine is located.
"Sean..." Moonlight 1902, who was traveling with him, frowned and looked at the building, "It doesn't look good, what do you think?"
The three-story wooden house looks older than the surrounding buildings, and a bit eerie.
A wet maple tree obscured the sign hanging on the door of the house - New Testament Horror Stories Editorial Office.
Although there is no ominous feeling at the spiritual level, this building is already a bit uncomfortable visually.
Sean and his team walked towards it with some caution.
At this time, a lady holding a little boy passed by.
She glanced sideways at the magazine office, took her child with her, and planned to leave quickly...
Moonlight said to the lady with a harmless smile: "Madam, you don't seem to want to get close to this house?"
The woman with the child turned around and kept walking, saying: "They said they were the publisher of some magazine...
"I don't see it like...their people are all weird...
"Neighbors say this place is probably haunted!"
The pace became faster and faster, and he almost ran away.
After hearing such unfavorable rumors, Sean and Moonlight looked at each other.
Olivia behind Sean also became more alert.
Thinking of the nagging editor Ling Sifeng, Sean suddenly felt a little unsure...
When you visit "New Terror", you won't encounter any mysterious events, right?
However, he quickly figured it out and sighed in his heart: As a explorer, you still have to be mentally prepared - in daily life, you may encounter mystery at any time...
In this way, even if he felt a little scared, Sean could only bite the bullet and walked into the courtyard where the magazine was located.
