Ding dong.
The doorbell sounds a bit muffled.
After a while, Sean and Yueguang heard that someone seemed to be approaching the door quietly.
At this time, Olivia Wind Chime, who was wearing a cloak of forgetfulness, was already hiding behind the maple trees on the roadside - she was serving as a sentinel, waiting and supporting from the outside.
The old wooden door opened lazily, and the creaking hinges sounded like they should have been oiled long ago.
A pair of eyes with obvious dark circles, and the look in the center of the dark circles is obviously a little worried. His hair was sparse and clinging to his forehead. The young man who peeked out from behind the wooden door looked at Sean and then at the moonlight with a pair of frightened eyes: "Who are you two?"
"Sean Dickinson - I made an appointment with the Rincewind editor before."
A pair of eyes were relieved, and they quickly opened the door.
"Welcome, Mr. Dickinson... Miss Francesco said she told me... My name is Reem..." The young man in suspenders and a striped shirt sounded weak, and he didn't have any energy that a young man should have. .
His steps were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something...
"Rim..." Sean asked with some confusion, "You look a little scared?"
Reim suddenly turned around nervously, with a dry smile on his face: "Haha, scared? Me?"
Swallowing his saliva, Rem glanced left and right as he walked: "Maybe... To be honest... I have only been here for a month... I am not very familiar with this place...
"I heard people around me saying..."
Suddenly, there was a sound of a toilet flushing nearby——
Reem was so frightened that he screamed and jumped to the side.
A hairy middle-aged man walked out of the nearby bathroom with a newspaper under his arm and glanced at Rem with disgust...
Reim wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to lead Sean and Yueguang inside.
Near the stairs, a lady who looked familiar came towards me.
He had chestnut hair that was obviously messy due to not taking care of it well, and there seemed to be some strange hair accessories "buried" in his hair.
On his freckled button nose, he wore a pair of round glasses with lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.
The enlarged brown eyes turned back and forth on the faces of Sean and Moonlight, and asked in a low voice with some disbelief: "Are you...Mr. Dickinson?"
Sean felt that the woman in front of him looked very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her: "Yes, you are?"
The woman's face suddenly turned red, and she almost rushed over and hugged Sean. The mottled sweater full of hair balls exuded the smell of incense.
"I am Ling Si Feng!
"Or you can call me Mia!"
She waved her arms excitedly, and Sean discovered that the nails on her right hand were chewed into uneven spots...
After meeting Rincewind, Sean suddenly understood the editor's uniqueness.
He seems to be the type who doesn't like to go out.
"You look so..." Sean thought of words to compliment, before the length of the pause became impolite, and he said what he thought was the most appropriate word, "...self."
Lingsi Feng laughed: "You want to say that I look like a weirdo, right?"
Sean and Yueguang looked at the editor blankly.
"It's weird, just be weird. I'm used to it." She led the two of them up the stairs comfortably, "Come on, go sit in my room."
At this time, the timid Reim had already rushed into his work station.
Sean glanced at it and saw that Reem's small workbench was filled with various things to ward off evil spirits.
Dream catcher, ivory charm, crystal rosary, silver rhombus frame...
——Almost all of them are useless street stall goods.
Only the pocket "Holy Book" issued by the diocese that he held tightly in his hand might still be of some use...
"Why is he so scared?" Sean thought as he walked up the stairs, "Is it possible that he has seen a ghost recently?"
Going up to the second floor, a man with a mustache wearing a peaked cap stopped Rincewind.
"Mia, look at this!" He held a developed black-and-white photo and thrust it in front of Lingsi Feng's eyes.
Standing behind Lingsi Feng, Sean and Yueguang also saw the photo clearly - an unknown man holding an umbrella, standing on a crowded street.
The strange thing is that his figure is translucent, and the revolving door and passers-by can be seen behind him...
The photo has an indescribably weird atmosphere.
"Is this a supernatural photo okay?!" The man was obviously a photographer for a magazine. His eyes were shining with enthusiasm, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his work. "It was taken on Ninth Avenue!"
Lingsi Feng shook his head: "It's not bad...leave it to Liles and let him arrange it."
"Okay!" Shaking the "supernatural photo" in his hand, the man stomped downstairs.
Although there were so many suspicious situations before and after entering the magazine, Sean and Yueguang felt at ease at this time.
In the process of following Lingsi Feng upstairs, they had fully inspected the entire building with ectoplasm.
This place just looks gloomy. As for the real "filth", they really haven't discovered it yet.
In addition, Sean also vaguely understood the reason for the strange atmosphere here...
These are not people in the "Explorer System", but they have inexplicable curiosity and enthusiasm for horror and mystery.
From the perspective of the surrounding residents, the existence of this magazine is something they cannot understand.
Therefore, naturally many rumors were born.
Coupled with the appearance of this house, it is already eerie...
Rumors of hauntings spread so much that even the interns staying here were frightened.
While walking with a relaxed mood, Sean suddenly noticed something shining next to him.
He and Yueguang turned their heads, and took a sudden step to the side in fear, almost making an attack instinctively.
Behind the crack in the door of the room were strands of hair, and a wide eye in the wet hair looked out at Sean.
A pale, slender arm also poked out from the crack in the door, and its trembling voice made people's scalp numb: "Ink... ink..."
"What is this?!" Sean was so frightened that he almost took out the Holy Flame Atonement Ticket. He could only put his hands into his trouser pockets in embarrassment. Moonlight had also raised his hands out of habit, and had to wipe them back in order to cover up. temples...
"Oh, sorry, sorry..." Lingsi Feng quickly pushed away the two guests. He took out two bottles of ink from the cabinet next to him and handed them to the person who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost. thing……
The ghost-like person disappeared from the crack of the door, and with a creak, the door closed...
Sean and Moonlight looked at each other again.
Lingsi Feng smiled a little awkwardly: "Haha, she is the artist of our magazine...
“Because I don’t like to go out much, my skin is fair.
"I'm really sorry for scaring you."
Sean suddenly remembered those horrifying illustrations in "New Testament Horror Stories".
"It wouldn't be surprising if this person painted it."
The door has been closed, but he is still not sure whether the other party is a human or a ghost...
However, having gradually become accustomed to the weirdness of this magazine, Sean and Moonlight actually accepted this setting. They just frowned at the closed door and followed Ling Si Feng towards the third floor.
Pushing open the wooden door, Sean and Yueguang finally entered the editor's room, led by Ling Si Feng.
To Sean's surprise, there were already guests waiting in the room.
A man wearing a dark green suit. Even if he is sitting, you can tell that he is a tall man just from the length of his legs.
Upon noticing that Sean had entered the door, the tall man and his companion who was a head shorter stood up politely.
Lingsi Feng introduced to Sean with some excitement: "This is another writer of the magazine - Mr. Lovecraft..."
