Ding dong.

The doorbell seemed to be a little hoarse.

After a long while, Sean and Moonlight heard that someone seemed to be tiptoeing towards the door.

At this time, Olivia Wind Chime, like a cloak of oblivion, was already hidden behind the maple tree by the road—she was a sentinel, waiting and cooperating outside.

The old wooden door opened lazily, and the creaking loose-leaf pages sounded long overdue for oiling.

A pair of eyes with obvious dark circles, and the eyes in the center of the dark circles are obviously a little scared. With sparse hair and obediently hanging on his forehead, this young man with his head sticking out from behind the wooden door, with a pair of frightened eyes, looked at Sean and then at Moonlight: "Who are you two?"

"Sean Dickinson - I had an appointment with Ling Sifeng editor before."

Then a pair of eyes were relieved, and he quickly opened the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Dickinson...Miss Franlon said she told me...my name is Rem..." The weak-sounding chap in suspenders and striped shirt lacked the spirit of a young man .

His steps were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something...

"Rim..." Sean asked suspiciously, "You look a little scared?"

Rem suddenly turned his head nervously, with a dry smile on his face: "Haha, scared? Me?"

Swallowing his saliva, Rem glanced left and right as he walked: "Maybe... To be honest... I've only been here for a month... I'm not very familiar with this place...

"I heard people around me say..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of a flush toilet—

Rem screamed out of fear and jumped to the side.

A middle-aged man with lush hair came out of the bathroom next to him with a newspaper in between, and looked at Rem with disgust...

Rem wiped the cold sweat frantically protruding from his forehead, and continued to lead Sean and Moonlight inside.

Near the stairs, a lady who looked familiar came towards him.

A chestnut-colored hair, obviously messy due to not taking care of it, it seems that there are some strange hair accessories "buried" in the hair.

On the freckled button nose, there is a pair of round glasses, the lenses are thicker than the bottom of the wine bottle.

The enlarged brown eyes rolled around on the faces of Sean and Moonlight, and asked in a low voice in disbelief, "Are you... Mr. Dickinson?"

Sean felt that the woman in front of him was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her: "Yes, you are?"

The woman's face suddenly flushed, she almost rushed over and hugged Sean, the motley sweater full of hairballs exuded a scent of incense.

"I'm Ling Sifeng!

"Or you can call me Mia!"

She waved her arms excitedly, and Sean found that the nails of her right hand were gnawed unevenly...

After seeing Ling Sifeng, Sean suddenly understood the editor's maverick.

He seems to be the type who doesn't like to go out.

"You look very..." Sean thought about the compliment, and before the length of the pause became impolite, he said the most appropriate word, "...self."

Ling Sifeng laughed: "Want to say that I'm a weirdo?"

Sean and Moonlight looked at the editor dully.

"It's weird, it's weird, I'm used to it." She led the two of them up the stairs freely, "Go, go to my room and sit down."

At this moment, the timid Rem had already rushed into his workstation.

Sean glanced at it and saw that Rem's small workbench was full of various exorcism things.

Dream catcher, ivory amulet, crystal rosary, silver diamond frame...

——It’s almost all useless street goods.

Only the pocket "Holy Book" issued by the diocese, which he held tightly in his hand, might be of some use...

"Why is he so afraid?" Sean thought as he walked up the stairs, "Did he see a ghost recently?"

Going up to the second floor, a man with a mustache wearing a peaked cap stopped Ling Sifeng.

"Mia, look at this!" He took a developed black and white photo and put it in front of Ling Sifeng.

Standing behind Ling Sifeng, Sean and Yueguang also saw the photo clearly - a man with a faceless face, holding an umbrella, standing on the street where people come and go.

Strangely, his figure is translucent, and you can see the revolving door and passers-by behind him...

The photos have an indescribably eerie atmosphere.

"Is this supernatural photo okay?!" The man was obviously a photographer from a magazine, his eyes flashed with eager light, and he seemed satisfied with his work, "It was taken on Ninth Avenue!"

Ling Sifeng shook his head: "It's alright... Leave it to Riles and let him arrange it."

"Okay!" Shaking the "spiritual photo" in his hand, the man stepped downstairs.

Although there were so many suspicious situations before and after entering the magazine, Sean and Moonlight were at ease at this time.

In the process of following Ling Sifeng upstairs, they have fully inspected the whole building with spiritual essence.

This place just looks gloomy. To say the real "dirty", they really haven't found it.

In addition, Sean also vaguely understood the reason for the strange atmosphere here...

These are not people in the "explorer system", but they have an inexplicable curiosity and enthusiasm for terror and mystery.

In the eyes of the surrounding residents, the existence of this magazine is incomprehensible to them.

So naturally, many rumors were born.

Coupled with the appearance of this house, it was already eerie...

Rumors of being haunted have spread so much that even the interns who stay here are frightened.

Walking with a relaxed mood, Sean suddenly noticed that something was shining beside him.

He and Moonlight turned their heads, and suddenly took a step to the side in fright, almost instinctively making an attack action.

Behind the crack of the door in that room, there were strands of loose hair, and a wide eye in the wet hair looked out at Sean.

A pale slender arm also protruded from the crack in the door, and the trembling voice made the scalp numb: "Ink...ink..."

"What is this?!" Shawn was so frightened that he almost took out the Holy Flame Indulgence. He could only embarrassedly stuff his hands into his trouser pockets. Moonlight had also raised his hands habitually, so he had to wipe them back in order to cover up. temples...

"Oh, sorry, sorry..." Ling Sifeng quickly pushed aside the two guests, wearing fingerless wool gloves, took out two bottles of ink from the cabinet next to him, and handed them to the person who didn't know if they were human or ghosts thing……

The resentful person disappeared from the crack of the door, and with a creak, the door closed...

Sean and Moonlight looked at each other again~lightnovelpub.net~ Ling Sifeng smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hehe, she is the artist of our magazine...

"Because I don't like going out very much, my skin is relatively white.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you guys."

Sean suddenly remembered those scary illustrations in "New Testament Horror Stories".

"It wouldn't be surprising if this person drew it."

The door was already closed, and he still wasn't sure whether the other party was a human or a ghost...

However, having gradually gotten used to the weirdness of this magazine, Sean and Yueguang actually accepted this setting, they just frowned and looked at the closed door, and continued to walk towards the third floor with Ling Sifeng.

Pushing open the wooden door, under the leadership of Ling Sifeng, Sean and Moonlight finally entered the editor's room.

To Sean's surprise, there were already guests waiting in the room.

A man in a dark green suit, even if he is sitting, can tell from the length of his legs that he is a tall man.

Found that Sean had entered the door, the tall man, and his companion who was a head shorter stood up politely.

Ling Sifeng was a little excited and introduced to Sean: "This is another author of the magazine - Mr. Lovecraft..."

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