Chapter 372 A new day (Happy National Day! Please vote for me at the beginning of the month.)

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A van with "Daily News" written on the side pulled up next to Mr Merkel's newsstand.

Stacks of newspapers exuding the fragrance of ink were carried from the carriage to Mr. Merkel’s newsstand by staff in green uniforms.

As soon as the newspaper delivery car drove away, Mr. Merkel saw a familiar figure walking across the street where the street lights had just been extinguished.

He narrowed his eyes and waved enthusiastically towards the other side of the street: "Mr. Sean!"

Merkel likes this young man from across the ocean very much - he is humble, polite, calm and wise. Every time she chats with him, she will have a very pleasant feeling.

With a gentle smile, Sean came to Merkel's newsstand.

"Have you had breakfast?" The back half of the newsstand is Merkel's living area, and he is making pancakes on a stove.

Sean nodded and spoke with a hint of mist: "I've eaten it - you can do whatever you want."

He shrugged easily and took out a copy of the "Daily News" that had just been delivered to him.

I got up early early to read today's newspapers because today's "Daily News" published an important report.

And the extended report that made the front page headlines was written by Sean Dickinson himself——

"The Grudges of Two Generations of Screenwriters - The Secret Past of Williams Wordsworth and Adams Mourning".

The title is slightly dramatic, which is not Sean's style.

There is no other way, Sean also has to edit for Edward and consider the issue of newspaper sales.

Needless to say, Sean took this report very seriously.

After all, he had solemnly made a promise to a soul in that red-too-much theater.

To let the truth be known to the world, let Wordsworth's name appear on his works.

After that, Sean visited the old site of Mourning House and found the original manuscript hidden by Wordsworth in the undiscovered basement of the old site.

Those manuscripts contain Mourning's annotations and revisions, which are enough to prove that the real author of those screenplays is Williams Wordsworth.

Borrowing these old objects and his status as an exclusive investigator, Sean put the secret past of two generations of screenwriters on paper...

There was a secret behind the murder many years ago!

For the public who are addicted to voyeurism, such reports can simply set off their nerves.

Of course, it can also detonate the sales of "Daily News".

Editor Edward once again expressed his "deep love" for Sean. After getting this report, he wanted to kiss Sean on the cheek... However, the nimble Sean dodged in time.

He didn't care about royalties or newspaper sales.

Under the dim light of the newsstand and in the gradually brightening sky, Sean read the report carefully.

When it was bright and Merkel was eating pancakes with her moustache rising, Sean raised his eyes.

He seemed to see Wordsworth smiling gratefully and nodding towards him.

He tucked the newspaper under his arm and put the extra twenty cents in a transparent jar. After waving goodbye to Merkel, Sean strode towards the awakening city with a relieved smile. go……

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Mrs. Dominic was a little nervous now.

Today, she wore her husband, Mr. Dominic's favorite outfit when he was alive, a pleated collared women's shirt, a black embroidered jacket, and a black sun hat, and went out alone.

Today was not Sunday, but she still walked towards the parish church.

She has lived in Xiacheng District for many years, and as a devout believer in Salvationism, she is naturally not nervous about going to church.

What made her throat tighten was the person she had an appointment with at church today.

The "things" that happened at home have disturbed her for many days, making her unable to sleep at all.

Mrs. Dominic, who is not very wealthy, had the idea of ​​giving it a try a few days ago and applied for the relief plan jointly provided by the Divine Court and the Explorers Association.

Unexpectedly, her application was approved and she could get free "mysterious relief".

Without being paid by her, she will be able to commission quests from the Questers.

Today, she made an appointment with two genuine "searchers" to meet at the church.

"Those people wearing masks..." Mrs. Dominic swallowed and moved her slender neck.

Since she was a child, her mother has taught her that once she sees someone wearing a mask, she should stay away——

Because they walk in darkness, associate with mystery, and are surrounded by things that ordinary people are afraid of avoiding...

Disaster and terror.

But today, she had to chat face to face with two explorers.

Choosing to meet in church was just a way to appease myself.

While walking, I took a deep breath.

Feeling better.

There was a burst of laughter and noisy sounds, and a group of children wearing shabby clothes ran out of an alley with a brick wall.

Mrs. Dominic followed the direction the children ran out and looked deep into the alley.

Most of the houses in the lower city are low and old, with no aesthetic value at all.

Once again, she saw a familiar painting on the wall.

A silhouette of a deer with smooth lines stands inside the wall, seemingly staring in one direction.

The horn on its head is like a small tree, but there are black roses growing on the small tree.

Pieces of black petals drifted away in the wind, as if penetrating the painting and falling into the world.

Another intention without meaning...

She was very nervous and didn't know whether seeing this painting was a good or bad omen.

Just draw a diamond shape on your chest, recite the Gospel of John, and continue walking towards the church...

The light shines on the ground through the stained glass, as if it has a purifying power.

Smelling the unique scent of incense and candles in the church, Mrs. Dominic felt much more at ease.

Before the two explorers arrived, she walked into the empty hall, sat directly in her usual seat, knelt on the leather cushions and began to pray in a low voice.

"Please Holy Father bless my boy Thomas...

"I can feel that he is being threatened by something evil...

"I hope all the hardships and misfortunes can stay away from him."

"Holy Father bless you, Amen."

My heart gradually became peaceful and calm.

She feels like she can face everything calmly

"Perhaps, while praying to the Holy Father, you can tell us what happened." A mellow male voice sounded beside her.

Slightly surprised, she opened her eyes and looked at the person speaking to her.

It was a tall man. He was wearing a gray fedora hat. Under the fedora hat, the solidified smoke obscured his face. A constant starlight flickered slightly between his eyebrows. At this moment, it seemed that Like his eyes.

Behind him is a "gongzi brother" wearing a white suit with a somewhat uninhibited feeling. He puts one hand in his pocket and the other hand gently brushes his mirror-like mask. The curvature of his facial features like a silver eagle reflects Dominic The wife’s face was slightly deformed.

Compared with the scary meeting she imagined, Mrs. Dominic was surprisingly calm and at ease after seeing the two explorers...

Sean and Moonlight sat in front of his wife. As usual, they expressed their respect to Holy Father Keen, then turned around and looked at the patron of this mission.

Mrs. Dominic exhaled and said, "About a month ago..."