No. 56, Garden Avenue West, New York City, is a twelve-story building with a beige exterior. On the first floor of this building, which looks quite impressive, there is "West Street Building" written in smooth copper handwriting on the door.
If someone is looking at the apartment building opposite the West Street building at this moment, they can see many window signs hanging on this commercial building.
Goodman Law Firm, Dr. David's Dental Clinic, Michael's Travel Company, and even a gypsy shop called "Mystic Valley" that specializes in herbal and essential oil divination...
Among this slightly messy but yet uniquely beautiful signboard, you can find an unobtrusive signboard:
"Dickinson Office of Independent Journalists."
At this time, the black blinds behind the two windows of the reporter's office were closed.
Those who have noticed this detail may think that Mr. Dickinson, who is already well-known in the New Testament journalism world, must be out doing editing at this moment. What no one knew was that this reporter with a calm temperament was sitting in his office at the moment.
On the table in front of him, from left to right, three Dr. Cullen typewriters were placed at equal intervals.
He is the only one in the office, what is he going to do?
Mr. Dickinson, who was leaning in the swivel chair with his fingers touching each other and obviously thinking about something, suddenly sat up and shifted his weight forward, and something strange happened on the desk in front of him——
Three sheets of standard typewriting paper are automatically and accurately inserted into the three slots of the typewriter without wind.
Mr. Dickinson put his strong fingers on the typewriter in the middle.
He took a deep breath, and the crisp sound of typing suddenly sounded in the room.
However, the typing sound was a bit weird and continuous, as if the typist didn’t need to think at all, and the letters appeared like a fountain on the paper in front of him...
No, it’s not just the typewriter he is typing with both hands. The identical typewriters on both sides are like ghosts. The keys press themselves without anyone operating them, as if Mr. Dickinson hired two ghost typists. Currently working with him.
And with a little bit of mystical ability, you can use your spiritual vision to discover the secret of this scene: the New Testament reporter did not hire an invisible employee - the typewriters on both sides were also struck by him, but he did not use his hands, but formed the spirit. fingers.
Mr. Sean Dickinson is using three typewriters at the same time, and the documents output by the three typewriters are completely different.
Not only that, every manuscript is error-free and full of literary talent!
Three exquisite news reports, from left to right, are the news about the arrival of dignitaries from the Divine Court in the New Testament, the price increase of agricultural products in the city, and a production accident in a factory in Xiacheng District...
What is certain is that fellow journalists are not only unable to write reports like Mr. Sean Dickinson, they are even less likely to conduct news gathering like this magical gentleman——
In the past three days, Dickinson seemed to be a shark that could smell the smell of blood. He found valuable news every time he went there and never came back empty-handed.
He could always pinpoint where the news was happening and the person who should be interviewed.
Moreover, he can always ask the most valuable and targeted questions within the limited interview time...
If gathering news is like hunting ducks, most bullets cannot hit the prey and can only cut through the air in vain and finally fall into the earth...
Well, perhaps it can be expressed this way: Mr. Dickinson shot down a few ducks by shooting a few bullets.
Missless shots.
Such "miracles" do not come from "luck".
If you readers can understand the meaning of "function", you will know that Mr. Dickinson's reporter function has entered an extraordinary realm.
Of course, to be able to do such miraculous things, in addition to his functions, he must have an even more amazing secret.
But I am afraid that this man who is like the "God of Journalists" will not share his secrets...
The three reports were completed one after another, and the air in the room became quiet again. All that could be heard was the slight buzzing of the flywheel in the body of Ms. Olivia Windchime, who was sitting behind the assistant's desk and holding her side face while reading a philosophical book.
Sean leaned back and let out a breath.
He picked up the white porcelain coffee cup at hand and took a sip of the still hot coffee - the coffee was poured into the cup by the wind chime lady before starting work.
The fresh manuscripts on the table are moving on their own and getting into the envelopes...
The recipient of the address written on the letter was none other than Edward Smith, editor-in-chief of the Daily News.
In order to maintain a day-to-day identity and make a name for himself in journalism, Sean Dickinson has continued to contribute to the Daily News.
It is because of his output that surpasses the breeding of farm animals and his writing ability that far exceeds that of other journalists that he has gained some fame in the journalism world.
After completing his work, Sean walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently pulled the window rope, and opened the two floor-to-ceiling windows. The moment the sunlight came in, he squinted his eyes.
The office has returned to its daily monotonous atmosphere, and there will no longer be strange incidents.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the dial. The time was 12:30 noon. Sean and Olivia put on their coats in unison, got up and walked out of the office.
After meeting Aaliyah at a bakery near New Testament Grammar School and enjoying hot latte and croissants, Sean drove the three of them to Harris District.
They made an appointment to go to Moscott Optical Shop today to get a pair of glasses for Aaliyah.
Entering the store with the big eye sign, there were not many customers at noon. There was only a couple talking to the clerk in the back of the store.
When Sean and others came in, a young red-haired man wearing glasses came over and began to introduce them diligently.
Aaliyah was obviously particularly concerned about her first pair of glasses. The clerk took out a lot of handmade spectacle frames for her to try and choose from.
While trying on various frames, Aaliyah chatted with Sean. She suddenly said: "By the way, Sean, how could I forget this?" Her eyes widened slightly and she turned her head, "——School It’s been decided, I will be the official grammar teacher next month!”
She wore a pair of black-framed thin-rimmed glasses and tied up her hair that had grown long again. She turned her head and looked at Sean with a smile.
Sean suddenly discovered something.
The shy sister who wore a white nightgown and hid in the room on the second floor all day long has really grown up.
Now she wears glasses and has a comfortable smile on her face. She is a teacher at New Testament Grammar School...
Time is running and changing.
Some things won't change for a while, and some things will always change.
"It seems that I really can't treat her as a child anymore."
For some reason, after understanding this, Sean seemed relieved and actually felt a little happy.
"That's it." Sean in the mirror walked behind Aaliyah, and the sister wearing thin-rimmed glasses also showed a satisfied smile on her face.
After leaving Moscott Optical Store, Sean and the other three walked towards the parking lot. At this moment, the New Testament reporter accidentally turned his gaze and allowed him to catch a glimpse of something.
A book with a dark red cover is placed in the most conspicuous position in the bookstore window.
Under the "Hot Selling Books" logo, on the dark red hard-shell cover are gilded fonts:
"Lulwich Short Horror Stories".
Sean stopped and opened his eyes slightly: Lulwich was the pseudonym he used in the magazine "New Testament Horror Stories".
He knew that his short story collection had been published, but he was too busy to pay attention to it.
He didn't expect that he would meet it on the street by chance...
This feeling is really amazing.
"Wait a minute," Sean turned to the two ladies and said, "I'll go check it out in the bookstore."
With that said, Sean pushed open the door of the bookstore.
