In order to ensure a quiet creative environment, Lingsi Feng temporarily vacated the two rooms next to it, allowing Sean and Love to share one room each, while the others waited patiently in her office.
Since I am just writing a short piece, the time is limited to one hour.
For Sean, this time is more than enough time.
Mr. Lovecraft didn't seem to object.
The two current authors of "New Terror" looked at each other at the door, nodded slightly, and went to their respective rooms...
After Sean entered his room, he gently locked the door and walked to his desk.
He opened the curtains, letting natural light flood the table.
Putting the manuscript paper upright in front of him, Sean took a deep breath, took out the scarlet pen that was slightly warmed by body temperature from the inner pocket of his coat, and gently unscrewed the cap.
Sean stared at the ink outlet of the pen for a while, and a drop of bright red blood soaked into it. Under the light, the tip of the pen seemed to be holding a pool of red tears.
Lovecraft in the other room walked steadily to his desk and placed the slightly bloated handbag on the table.
He closed the curtains and turned on the lamp on the table.
He sat in his seat, adjusted to the most comfortable position, and put on a pair of round-framed glasses, which made him appear more elegant and calm.
Then, with his long fingers, he took out the mysterious thing from his handbag.
It was a dark green old typewriter.
Somewhat strangely, the edges of the keys and the metal shaft on the typewriter are slightly rusty...
But this well-paid author did not replace it.
At this moment, Sean held the pen and closed his eyes - he knew that he had to be very careful to control the superposition effect of "City of Two Suns" and "Scarlet Pen"...
“If you are not careful, it may cause the Shadow of Terror to go berserk.
"In a worse case scenario, it may attract the attention of the Salvationists..."
Sean knew that with his current spiritual strength, that situation would be impossible.
However, he had to remind himself of this to keep his spirits up.
Sean already had an idea in mind as to which story he wanted to write.
"Just use Wordsworth's pen and write his story."
"Blood Red Wedding" and the murder that happened in Mourning's mansion on that night when the maple leaves were falling...
This has all the horror elements...
The golden pen fell on the paper, and the invisible dust suddenly rose in the air as if awakened by the metal and blood.
Kraft's slender hands hovered over the typewriter, like a pianist before starting to play.
He closed his eyes and began to recall the dream of foaming waves and salty sea breeze.
He believes that some mysterious force in this world has been telling him the stories happening in hidden corners and letting him relay them...
At the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, that huge palace that transcends dimensions and human understanding, waiting for the stars to reach their correct position.
His eyes opened and his fingers pressed the first button...
Click!
Fortunately, no one was watching Sean at this time. If anyone really took a peek, they would probably be severely mentally shocked.
The ambiguous sunlight outside the window shines on the writer and the pen in his hand. The light source does not change at all, but the shadows dance long and short, as if the sun has become a candle in the wind.
Everything around him seemed to have gone through too long a period of time and became old and broken. The originally heavy curtains turned into scarlet shabby strands, guarding Sean who was inspired by Shenyu, as if surrounding him. , readers who can’t wait to see the work...
Sean's face sank into the shadow of fear, and his expression could not be seen clearly, as if he had become some kind of existence beyond human beings.
The scarlet pen was like a giant snake, slithering across the delicate white manuscript paper, killing and flattening countless pale short grasses.
Lines of blood-red and smooth handwriting soaked into the manuscript paper, and the rich fear seemed to be imprisoned between the lines. When they dried, they turned black like cracks.
With Kraft's percussion, the green light blooms, beats, rises, and reveles in the dark room!
In his ears, the sound of the Atlantic Ocean, the tide that had not changed for hundreds of millions of years, sounded.
His mind and eyes seemed to follow the steamboat sailing into the unknown sea. A palace rose from the seabed, standing on the sea surface inexplicably, quietly and disturbingly.
There seemed to be lucid tentacles stretching out from the gaps in the typewriter, faintly illuminating the innocent air.
The voyeuristic eyes of sea creatures kept looking out from the dark gaps of the typewriter, as if they were curious about this alien world full of humans.
The gloomy green light illuminated Lovecraft's face from below. Like a translator of the evil god's will, he struck each almost magical character onto the manuscript paper...
The people chatting over tea in Lingsi Feng's room had no idea what was happening in the next room. The initiator of everything, Moonlight and Ben Freddy, were obviously already familiar with each other, and they were chatting and laughing without any suspicion.
The first floor of the New Testament Horror Stories editorial office. That nervous young man, Reem, had a pair of alert eyes suddenly turned up between the thick dark circles under his eyes——
He felt that something bad was happening upstairs.
Holding the pocket version of the "Holy Book" tightly in one hand, he picked up the silver diamond-shaped frame with the other hand.
"Holy Father, please... don't let anything strange happen."
His sensitive nerves made the hairs on his body stand up, causing his body to collapse in the chair and begin to slide down like a piece of mud...
His eyes were fixed on the upstairs, although he was afraid, as if he was expecting something to appear.
Finally, his "expectation" came true.
He first saw long and short shadows, like leaking water droplets, crossing the floor without scruples, beating strangely.
Then, the green ectoplasm tentacles snaked around, groping the world, as if seeking his life...
Countless scarlet dilapidated streamers swayed in the air, attracting the shadows as if they were holding a crazy carnival dance.
At this moment, Sean seemed to have transformed into fear itself, fully displaying the terrifying story in words.
The operation of the red pen became extremely smooth, and shocking words were naturally born in this world.
The winding green tentacles are just like the plants that grew in this room many years ago, wanton, barbaric, and corrupt.
Lovecraft didn't seem to notice that the illusory sea water had submerged his knees. Waves of foam came from nowhere, bringing indescribable sea creatures. The North Sea Kraken seemed to have stretched out its tentacles. , spinning and squirming behind him...
The creator who was typing on the keyboard was completely unaware of this. He just honestly recited the suggestive scenes he saw on the manuscript paper.
In the quietly chatting office, only Lingsi Feng frowned suspiciously.
Turning his head, those huge eyes seemed to look through the wall and saw shocking scenes.
Then, the corner of her mouth curved into a strange smile.
Outside the old house, people passing by also stopped...
Although they couldn't see it, they felt a gust of wind blowing in front of the old house.
It was clearly daytime at this moment, but the sun seemed to be obscured by something, and the surrounding area seemed dark...
In that house...
Although I don't know what happened...
But, something bad is definitely going on!
Suddenly, the shocked people saw that the wooden door in the editorial office of "New Terror" was suddenly pushed open.
A young man with dark circles under his eyes seemed to be in a state of hysteria, desperately running away screaming.
"Help! There's a ghost!"
He still held the holy book and the silver diamond frame in his hands, but the Almighty Father seemed to have forgotten to bless him.
"It's true...it's really haunted there!"
"My Holy Father, I thought it was just a rumor!"
"Let's go! Let's get out of here! I, I have to go to the Education Bureau..."
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The handwriting, like a rushing river, suddenly ended with a red dot.
The red dot came into contact with the air and was catalyzed by time into black.
The curtains were no longer scarlet ribbons, all the furniture was restored to its original state, and the shadows finally regained their sanity.
The end of the carnival seemed to make everything around it look a little dull and depressed.
Sean sighed happily and screwed the cap of the scarlet pen back on.
With satisfied eyes, read through the article titled "His Pen".
Almost at the same time, the long fingers with obvious joints also stopped playing.
The green ectoplasm tentacles appeared like a dream, and then disappeared, and the tide that was submerged to the knees suddenly receded.
The typewriter, which was almost bursting with green slime and phantom monsters, has returned to its old, clumsy, and rusty appearance.
Kraft adjusted his glasses and took out the manuscript paper already full of words from the typewriter...
The new chapter is called "Call from the Ocean".
The author's eyes cannot leave those words for a moment, as if staring at a newborn baby. Touching it gently, he sighed in relief.
