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Da da da.

The heel taps the deserted street.

It was 4:13 in the morning, and three figures walked out of a theater with the lights out.

The one who walked in the front was wearing a black trench coat, his face was surrounded by clouds and mist, and a little star was flickering slightly.

Behind him is a moon-lit mirror and an ornate purple opera mask.

At this moment, the White Street has died down, and the excess enthusiasm cannot extend into such a deep night. Even the last group of spectators have already gone home and slumbered, leaving only the drunkards who were leaning on the street lamps and whispering in their mouths.

The night wind blew, Sean sighed deeply, and a cloud of gray-white steam disappeared with the wind.

Behind them is the spooky theatre that has turned off the red lights and apparently has "closed permanently".

As Wordsworth's soul re-entered the spiritual ring, the nails buried here by the **** in red have been removed, and the exploited soul fragments stored here, attracted by the body, began to return in the middle of the night.

Cosmic rays are pouring down on the earth like invisible raindrops all the time, and they hit those soul fragments tonight, stirring up a gentle light.

Crimson, emerald green, faint blue, warm yellow... The souls of various colors, as if simulating the spiritual ring across the sky, climbed up the sky and searched for their own bodies.

They constitute the wonders of the night sky. If anyone loses sleep on this night and opens the curtains by chance, I believe they will leave behind a confusing "urban legend".

Sean looked at his two partners, the old beggar, the flower girl, and the pickpocket in the intellectual world, as if they were from a previous life: "I can't sleep tonight, how about you?"

"Go have a cup of coffee..." Yueguang rubbed his aching temples and smiled.

Catherine also nodded.

At this moment, Carl Jung, the master of psychology who was sleeping, saw a rather symbolic scene in his dream.

The colorful raindrops were evaporated by the sun and gradually returned to the clouds in the sky.

The broken porcelain seemed to have its own mind, intending to break the mirror and reunite, which actually violated the theorems of the world.

In the dream, Jung was also smoking his wooden pipe. He adjusted his glasses, knowing what this scene represented, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

Screenwriter Dutton Longman, who stayed up late to write the script, got up in the warm home and made himself a pot of hot coffee. Occasionally caught a glimpse of him outside the window, saw "colorful clouds" streaking across the night sky of the New Testament, and each went home...

He knew what this meant, and suddenly the two Queen-level, mysterious and powerful figures flashed across his mind.

The hand holding the handle of the pot was clenched tightly, his hand trembled slightly, and hot tears welled up in his eyes unconsciously: They did it.

He once felt that a part of himself back then seemed to be sitting in that desperate theater forever.

Now, the masked self finally walked out of the theater where the lights gradually went out.

Maggie Johnson is still sleeping. No one had mentioned that when she was sleeping, her brows were always deeply wrinkled, and she often woke up in the middle of the night.

The giant pig that ate the baby **** the stage always visited her dreams from time to time.

And when a burst of orange-red light flashed outside the window, in her dream, she suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind that she had not experienced in years.

The deep-locked brows were suddenly released, and the nightmare would never visit this place again...

...

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The light of the electric lights illuminated the steam on the espresso, leaving a scorched moon on the black surface.

Moonlight put his hands behind his head and stretched out comfortably: "Oh... I like this feeling so much."

Catherine, who took off her mask, took a sip from the coffee cup. Although she didn't say it, Sean knew that she was also immersed in the excitement and joy of accomplishing a major event.

The three who were destined to be unable to sleep tonight simply found a coffee shop that was open all night and sat in it and had a warm drink.

The soft saxophone came from the record player at the right time. The boss was sitting in the back kitchen preparing for breakfast. The slight clanging sound was reassuring. The three people who have experienced everything tonight do not need to talk, they just sit quietly, letting their tense nerves relax.

Before that, Catherine, who had a master-level identification ability, had already identified the scarlet pen.

"Wordsworth's Blood Red Pen, C-Class Mystic Heritage.

"It can enhance the effect of the feathers of the **** in red. If you write horror genre literature, it will have a bonus effect;

"It has hidden effects and needs to be discovered."

"Divine Feather can strengthen the **** in red... You can use it." Catherine said.

Although the ancient book that the actress specializes in is "The Book of Red Clothes", her strength is in "acting". Catherine is not a believer in Red Clothes and cannot use his divine feathers...

"Indeed." Sean nodded, "Then, the reward for this task will be divided equally between you."

Moonlight and Catherine both shook their heads, and the actress always insisted that the task should be distributed fairly: "Obviously, Sean, you are the one who contributed the most to this task.

"This pen is your extra reward, and the bonus should still be divided equally."

Moonlight nodded and said, "I think so too."

There is nothing to sway with his own people, Sean nodded gratefully.

Then, he picked up the blood-red pen and began to sense it with the spiritual substance - Catherine has made it clear that since Wordsworth has re-entered the spiritual ring, there is no remaining resentment on the pen.

The spiritual substance is connected to the red pen like a circuit, and a force accepted by the "City of Two Suns" Shen Yu flows into it...

In an instant, on the platform, Shen Yu, representing the "City of Two Suns", brightened.

The figure in red on it also became taller and clearer.

To Sean's surprise, through the connection of the red pen, after "Hot Dream Night", he obtained the second horror script - "Blood Red Wedding".

When using this scarlet feather, he can summon a terrifying **** wedding under the red moon...

Divine Feather ~lightnovelpub.net~, who belongs to the belief of the **** in red, has officially entered the "moderate development".

After the dark "Naia God Feather", Sean has a second moderately developed God Feather.

Sean's heart is full of joy, but there is also a little "sweet" sadness: "The strength has become stronger again, but this way...

"My spiritual strength seems to be a little insufficient."

He tapped the table lightly, thinking, "We must do the spiritual practice of the Wheel of the Heart Palace as soon as possible."

The Wheel of the Heart Palace requires a fee of 3,200 yuan and a non-polluting C-class heritage.

That desire to make money revived again.

"This pen..." Using the light, Sean looked at this legacy, as if there was bright red blood flowing in the pen tube, "It can be beneficial to the creation of horror literature..."

Thinking of Ling Sifeng's enthusiastic invitation letters, and the recent evaluation of Sean's works that seems to be somewhat "provocative", the level of terror has entered a "smooth" level...

There is no possibility of the red pen getting out of control, and I have a strong enough soul to control it...

A slightly evil smile appeared on his face: "If I use this pen to write horror novels, what effect will it have?"

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