The Modern Age of the Mysterious

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Taking the tram across the street from the Daily News office, Sean asks Aaliyah and Olivia to wait in a nearby cake shop.

"Wait for me here, Ellie."

Arya stood in front of the translucent cupboard, which was filled with cakes of various colors.

She stared at a cream cake topped with cherries, swallowed, and said "um".

Looking at his sister's greedy appearance, Sean was a little stunned: "Didn't she just eat waffles and ice cream?

"Can you still eat?"

Shawn shook his head as he walked out of the cake shop: "Alright, let her eat more—it's too skinny now."

After thinking about how Arya ran over as a little fat girl, Sean couldn't help laughing.

He walked into the newspaper office with ease, and did not rush to see Edward, but went to the development department first, and handed the film in the Zeiss camera to a man with glasses:

"There is a group photo of several children, about the twentieth photo, please develop five copies of that one...

"The rest of the rinse is enough."

The man nodded, took the film and signed the order before returning to the dark room. Sean thought about it and stopped him: "Please wait."

The man turned his head suspiciously, and Sean said, "Please wash six copies of that group photo."

Wild Dog Park has one for each person, and Qiaoqiao will also take one.

He thought about it, that picture with a "big man" was very rare, and Sean wanted to collect one himself.

A total of six.

The man nodded and entered the dark room with the film.

Then, Sean came to the floor where the editorial department was located, and before entering Edward's office, he tiptoed into the empty office—

Since he was busy doing other things in Ocean City, Sean hadn't even started writing the other three except the first one that was sent to Edward...

He had to finish the manuscript first.

So, he could only sneak into the unmanned office first and start frantically typing on the keyboard of the typewriter...

Fifteen minutes later, after the constant typing sound that the "Daily News" editorial office had become accustomed to, Sean walked out of the office with a deep sigh of relief...

"Oh! Sean, you're back!"

Walking into the editor-in-chief's room, Edward's stern face always showed a gentle smile after seeing Sean.

After getting up and hugging Sean, he deliberately looked serious and rebuked in his tone: "What's going on, Sean? I only received one manuscript from Ocean City!"

Sean handed a bag of manuscripts with the ink still dry to Edward's hands: "No way - Ocean City suddenly announced mail restrictions, I can't send letters, and I can't contact you by telegram.

"But I brought back the manuscripts, and the photos can be developed tomorrow."

"Not bad, not bad!" Without delaying the publication of the topic, Edward's feigned dissatisfaction disappeared, and he patted Sean's arm happily, "I know you must have arranged it all."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the kraft paper bag that Edward put on the table, and fell into contemplation.

Neither the developed photos nor the manuscript he just wrote, he did not touch on the dark side of Ocean City.

Meatpacking plants, wild dog parks, and golden hunting grounds…

Verne and Rabilins have become a thing of the past, and Sean has no need to expose the once darkness of Ocean City.

To do so would only add to the troubles of Nikola Tesler's "Resident Purification Program".

In those manuscripts, there are some quite novel and interesting travel articles.

Maybe even bring some tourists to Tesler.

"Oh, that's right." Edward said to Sean, stroking the fat cat lying on the table with stubby fingers, "I've received a lot of letters to you recently, there seem to be a dozen or so - I asked the assistant lady to help You've got all the letters."

letter? for me?

Sean can't think of anyone writing to his newspaper identity...

Is it a reader?

Only this is possible.

With this judgment, Sean walked out of the editor-in-chief, found the assistant lady, and indeed got a thick stack of letters.

Sean took the letter and sat down at the desk with no one next to him with a relaxed mood, and began to browse the sender of the letter.

"New Testament Horror Stories editorial office."

"New Testament Horror Stories editorial..."

"New Testament Horror Stories...Editorial?"

…

"Huh?" Sean's eyes widened.

A total of eleven letters, ten of which were sent by the editorial department of "New Terror".

"Is that Ms. Ling Sifeng, the editor-in-chief of "New Fear"?"

Sean frowned: "Why did she send so many letters?"

However, Sean did not rush to open the letters sent by Ling Sifeng, but picked up the only one, the letters from others.

This "maverick" letter was signed by "Dyson Lauer".

That is, the inventor who planned to sue Emerson.

Thanks to an exclusive interview with Sean, he gained the upper hand in the public opinion field…

However, Mr Lauer has not contacted Sean for a long time due to the bizarre recording on the "Midnight Elopement" record...

"Why did Mr. Raul send the letter?"

While opening the brown envelope, Sean prayed in his heart: "I hope it's good news..."

Unfolding the letter folded in the envelope, Sean quickly finished reading...

The slightly nervous heart before has also calmed down.

"It turned out to be this...

"In response to Mr Lauer's allegations against Emerson, the New Testament court will hold a hearing open to the media.

"Mr Lauer, thinking that I was the author of that pivotal interview, invited me to that hearing...

Sean happily folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope: "It's good news."

"Then." His eyes moved to the ten letters from the editorial department of "New Fear", and Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, "What exactly are these letters?"

Sean sent ten letters after he left the new contract for more than a month.

An average of one letter every three days... What is it that is so urgent?

Besides, it's so urgent, why don't you just come to the newspaper office to find people, but send letters one by one?

"It can't be the kind of discount coupons for books in stock..." Sean was a little suspicious that the other party sent "spam".

Things were a little weird. Sean first checked the stack of letters with the spiritual substance and made sure it was safe, and then started to use the letter opener to open the first letter. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Unfolding the letter, what caught my eye was the elegant and erratic, but slightly neurotic handwriting of the editor-in-chief Ling Sifeng...

Sean's eyes moved left and right, and he quickly read the first letter, his brows raised slightly.

Then, he opened the second one, opened it, read it, and put it down.

Then came the third letter, the same action.

…

After reading the letters, the surprise on his face became stronger and stronger.

"This..." Until he read the sixth letter, he paused reading and raised his head in the somewhat hectic and noisy editorial office.

His brows were deeply wrinkled, and his eyes were full of doubts: "What the **** is going on?"

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