At this moment, the two horror literature authors returned to Lingsi Feng's office.
They both looked energetic, yet quiet and peaceful.
They glanced at each other accidentally, and they both understood the other person's feelings——
It is precisely through this "competition"-like creation that I can gain such a focused experience.
What was originally a farce-like game now seems to be a huge gain.
Lingsi Feng huddled behind his desk, and his eyes, which were already dilated by the lenses, seemed even bigger now.
While reading the manuscript paper in his hand, he was biting his nails crazily, like a giant squirrel enjoying his winter cache...
Downstairs, two black and white Bureau of Education vehicles parked on the side of the road, and several education officers wearing double-breasted black uniforms walked solemnly towards the editorial office of "New Terror"——
They received a call from residents, and a mysterious incident occurred in the building where the editorial office is located.
They will be responsible for characterizing and classifying the incident before delegating a team of investigators or "shepherd dogs".
The captain of the correctional officer with thick hair, firm eyes, and wearing a silver diamond shield badge walked into the garden.
Upstairs, Lingsi Feng, who was reading, let out a gentle breath, and the manuscript papers scattered on the table flew to the ground.
At the same time, a breeze blew in the garden. For some reason, in the eyes of the law enforcement officers from the Divine Palace who arrived, the haze where the editorial office was located dissipated a little, and it no longer looked so eerie.
Lingsi Feng, who had been reading line by line, suddenly stopped. On the first floor, a female editor sitting at the front desk got up, walked to the door, and opened the door before the captain of the correctional officer knocked on the door.
The smile on her face was pure and harmless, which made the expressions of the law enforcement officers who came to the door soften a little...
"One of our interns ran out just now, which seemed to make the surrounding residents a little uneasy..."
While the staff downstairs were dealing with the education officer, Lingsi Feng put down the manuscript.
A pair of eyes under thick lenses looked at Sean Dickinson and then at Lovecraft.
"Both of you.
"I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere in this club or whether it's my willfulness that triggered this competition...
"No matter what the reason is - I actually got two of the best short stories since the publication was first published in one day."
Shaking his head slightly, the weird editor-in-chief shrank his legs on his tattered leather chair: "As to who is the best author of "New Terror"..."
She spun her chair slightly and laughed: "I still don't know—and besides, I don't care anymore."
Sean and Love looked at each other. In response to Rincewind's naughty behavior, Love just held his chin, while Sean smiled helplessly.
The two friends who had caused the dispute, Moonlight and Freddy, shrugged their shoulders and tapped their thighs with their fingers, as if it had nothing to do with them.
“Anyway, I’m going to put out a supplement.
"The title of the supplement is, "New Testament Horror Stories" Masters Special Collection - Lovecraft and Sean Dickinson." (Note: Sean will still use a pen name)
"Specially designed to publish these two stories."
Downstairs, the correctional officers who had called out the police more than once to deal with the situation at the magazine went through the motions, gave some instructions, turned around, and walked away.
Rincewind stood up and looked at their backs in front of the round window.
"Gentlemen……"
The weird editor seemed to have a sudden feeling: "Perhaps, this era of rampant mystery is not a bad era after all.
"Because of this era..."
She turned her head, looked at the two authors, squinted her eyes and smiled: "People like you have appeared."
Sean Dickinson felt as if his whole body was electrified, and there was a surge of hair in his hair that could not be detected by others.
Just now, the way Ling Si Feng squinted his eyes reminded him of it.
That feeling of déjà vu…
Sean had seen her the first time he entered the old book graveyard.
At that time, she was half lying among the broken walls of the old book cemetery, reading something attentively.
Because she exuded a very different aura, Sean didn't dare to disturb her easily.
"Ringswind... the editor-in-chief of "New Testament Horror Stories", Mia Flanlon is a explorer?"
Rank?
Sean had no way of knowing.
He opened his eyes slightly, feeling a little weird.
——
After leaving the newsroom, Sean and Love stood on the street and said goodbye to each other.
In Ling Si Feng's office, the two had already read each other's newly created work.
Standing opposite each other, Sean stretched out his hand and shook Lovecraft's hand.
Both of them could feel that their palms were stronger than when they first met.
"When I interview for your short story collection, I will definitely buy a copy for my collection." The tall man said.
Sean quipped: "I'm different - when I get home tonight, I'm going to have to read your story again."
Kraft smiled a rare smile.
Sean, who believed that the work "Call from the Ocean" was somehow related to Kluwetan, felt inexplicably worried about the author in front of him, so he asked politely: "Mr. Craft...
“I’ve heard that in our industry,” Sean said, referring to horror authors, “there are a lot of people who, for various reasons, are inevitably drawn into the mysteries and... suffer bad luck.
"You must be careful."
The writer, who looks sinister but is actually gentle, has a steady light in his eyes: "Don't worry...
“I have found a way to live with those indescribable things that is uniquely mine.
"They won't harm me.
"Or, at least not now." He shrugged helplessly.
Of course, Sean would not explore other people's secrets, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After hesitating for a moment, Kraft asked: "Mr. Dickinson, I want to ask you a question."
"Please say."
"This is a golden age of movies and dramas, and the people who read Stranger Things like ours will always be a minority——
"Why did you choose to write a story like this?"
Sean was stunned.
As a journalist, he had never planned to create fiction before.
However, due to my own experience and the existence of Shenyu in the "City of Two Suns", I started like this and have gone all the way to this day. I am even short of publishing a collection of short stories...
To say that it was just because he could make money, he felt that he could not convince himself.
"I think..." Sean's eyes wandered for a moment, catching a feeling that he had never examined before, "It's quite interesting."
Behind him, Moonlight grinned. It seems that he is proud of having successfully passed on his "occult obsession" to his friends.
Love nodded repeatedly, and strangely, he seemed very moved: "I feel the same way."
It seems that he has never met someone like Sean before, and his smile is even more sincere: "I have never considered whether more people will read...
“There are also people who call me a weirdo because of what I write, saying that my works are rubbish.
"But..." his voice softened, "I don't care."
There was a hint of defiance and stubbornness in his smile. He recalled those childhood years surrounded by bookshelves and the feeling of all kinds of weird things flying before his eyes: "I just want to write."
Sean quipped: “There really aren’t many people who can read your work these days.
"But what about the future?
"Perhaps, there will be many people who are obsessed with your creation."
"Perhaps, in the future, someone might even be willing to make them into a talkie?"
Sean couldn't foresee the future, the reporter just thought so and said so.
Lovecraft laughed, as if it was a dream that would never come true: "Maybe.
"It seems." He squinted his eyes, as if he was reluctant to end this conversation, "I still have to write well.
"After all, my readers, are in the future."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and nodded solemnly: "Take care."
