In order to ensure a quiet creative environment, Ling Sifeng temporarily vacated the two rooms next to it, leaving Sean and Love alone, while the rest wait patiently in her office.

Since it is only a short work, the time is limited to one hour.

For Sean, this time is more than enough.

Mr. Lovecraft did not appear to have objected either.

The two current authors of "New Fear" looked at each other at the door, nodded slightly, and went to their respective rooms...

After Sean entered his room, he gently locked the door and walked to the desk.

He opened the curtains to let natural light fall on the tabletop.

Placing the manuscript paper in front of him, Sean took a deep breath, took out the scarlet pen that was slightly warmed by body temperature from the inner pocket of his coat, and gently unscrewed the cap.

Sean stared at the ink outlet of the pen for a while, a drop of bright red blood soaked in it, and under the light, the tip of the pen seemed to be choked with red tears.

Lovecraft in another room walked steadily to his desk and put the slightly bloated handbag on the table.

He closed the curtains and turned on the lamp on the table.

Sit in the seat, adjust to the most comfortable posture, and put on a pair of round-frame glasses, which is more elegant and quiet.

Then, with his long fingers, he took out the mysterious thing from his handbag.

It was an old dark green typewriter.

Somewhat oddly, the edges of the keys and the metal shaft on the typewriter are slightly rusted...

And this well-paid author didn't replace it.

At this moment, Sean held the pen and closed his eyes - he knew that he had to be very careful to control the superimposed effect of "City of Two Suns" and "Scarlet Pen"...

"If you're not careful, it may cause the shadow of terror to run wild.

"In a worse case, it may attract the attention of Salvationists..."

Sean knew that with his current spiritual strength, that kind of situation was impossible.

However, he had to remind himself like this to get all his energy.

Sean already had an idea in mind about which story to write.

"Just use Wordsworth's pen and write his story."

"Blood Red Wedding" and the **** murder that happened in Mourning's mansion on the night when the maple leaves fell...

It all has all the horror elements in it...

The golden pen fell on the paper, and the invisible fine dust seemed to be awakened by the metal and blood, and suddenly rose in the air.

Kraft's long hands hovered over the typewriter, like a pianist before he started playing.

He closed his eyes and began to recall the dream of the frothy waves and the salty sea breeze.

He believed that some kind of mysterious power in this world had been telling him the stories that happened in the hidden corners and handing him over to retell...

At the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, the vast palace beyond dimensional and human understanding that awaits the stars to reach their right places.

His eyes opened and his fingers pressed the first key...

click!

Fortunately, no one was watching Sean at this time. If someone took a peek, I am afraid they would suffer a serious mental shock.

The ambiguous sunlight outside the window casts on the writer and the pen in his hand. The light source does not change, but the shadows are dancing long and short, as if the sun has become a candle in the wind.

Everything around it seems to have gone through too long and become old and broken. The heavy curtains have turned into scarlet tattered strands, guarding Sean inspired by Shenyu, as if surrounded by him. , readers who can't wait to see the works...

Sean's face sank into the shadow of fear, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, as if he had become some kind of existence beyond human beings.

The scarlet pen, like a giant snake, swam quickly across the slender white manuscript paper, and the slaughter flattened countless pale dwarf grass.

Lines of blood-red and smooth handwriting dipped into the manuscript paper, and the rich fear seemed to be imprisoned between the lines. When they dried up, they appeared black like cracks.

As Kraft tapped, green light bloomed, danced, rose, and reveled in the gloomy room!

In his ears, the Atlantic Ocean, the sound of the tide that has not changed for hundreds of millions of years, rang out.

His heart and eyes seemed to follow the steamboat into the nameless sea, a palace rising from the bottom of the sea, standing on the surface of the sea inexplicably quiet and disturbing.

There seemed to be tentacles of the phase protruding from the gaps of the typewriter, illuminating the innocent air faintly.

The peeping eyes of sea creatures, from the dark crevice of the typewriter, kept looking out, as if curious about this alien world full of humans.

The gloomy green illuminated Lovecraft's face from below. Like a narrator of the evil god's will, he tapped almost magical characters on the manuscript paper...

The people who were chatting over tea in Ling Sifeng's room had no idea what was going on in the room next to them. The initiator of everything, Moonlight and Ben Freddy were obviously familiar with each other, and they talked and laughed without any quarrel.

The first floor of the editorial office of New Testament Horror Stories. The sensitive young man, Rem, in the middle of the thick dark circles, a pair of vigilant eyes suddenly turned upwards——

He felt that something bad was happening upstairs.

Holding the pocket version of the Holy Book tightly in one hand, he picked up the silver diamond-shaped frame in the other.

"Holy Father bless...that nothing strange should happen."

His sensitive nerves made his whole body stand upright, and his body slumped in the chair and began to slide down like a piece of mud...

His eyes were fixed on the upstairs, although he was terrified, as if he was expecting something to appear.

Finally, his "expectation" came true.

He first saw the long and short shadows like leaking water droplets, crossing the floor without any scruples, beating strangely.

Then, the green psychic tentacles meandering, groping the world, seeming to seek his life...

Countless scarlet, run-down streamers fluttered in the air, making the shadows feel like they were throwing a maddening carnival.

At this moment, Sean seems to have incarnated into fear itself, fully showing the terrifying story in words.

The movement of the red pen became extremely smooth, and the shocking words were naturally born in this world.

The meandering green tentacles, like the plants that have grown in this room many years ago, are wanton, savage, and rotten.

Lovecraft did not seem to notice that the illusory sea water had submerged his knees, and waves of waves of foam from unknown sources brought indescribable sea creatures, and the Kraken seemed to stretch out its tentacles. , spinning and squirming behind him...

The creator who typed the keyboard was unaware of this, he just recounted the suggestive scene he saw on the manuscript paper honestly.

In the quiet chatting office, only Ling Sifeng frowned suspiciously.

Turning his head, those huge eyes seemed to look through the wall and saw startling scenes.

Then, the corners of her mouth evoked a strangely curved smile.

Outside the old house, people passing by at this moment also stopped...

Although they could not see it, they could feel a gust of gloomy wind blowing past the old house.

At this moment, it is obviously daytime, but the sun seems to be blocked by something, and the surroundings look dull...

In that house...

Although I don't know what happened...

However, something bad is definitely going on!

Suddenly, people who were still in shock saw that the wooden fan in the editorial department of "New Fear" was suddenly pushed away.

A young man with dark circles under his eyes seemed to be in a state of hysteria, desperately running out ~lightnovelpub.net~ screaming.

"Help! There's a ghost!"

He still had the holy book and the silver rhombus in his hands, but the Almighty Father seemed to have forgotten to bless him.

"It's true... there, it's really haunted!"

"My holy father, I thought it was just a rumor!"

"Let's go! Let's get out of here! I, I have to go to the Educational and Chemical Bureau..."

...

...

The handwriting, like a rushing river, suddenly ended with a red dot.

The red dot touched the air and was catalyzed into black by time.

The curtains were no longer scarlet streamers, all the furniture was restored, and the shadows finally regained their senses.

The end of the carnival seems to make everything around it seem a little dull.

Sean sighed happily and re-screwed the cap of the scarlet pen.

With satisfied eyes, read through the article called "His Pen".

At about the same time, the long fingers with obvious knuckles also stopped playing.

The green psychic tentacles appeared like a dream, and then disappeared like a law, and the tide that drowned to the knees also suddenly receded.

The typewriter, which had almost spewed green slime and fantasy monsters, was restored to its old, clumsy, and rusted appearance.

Kraft adjusted his glasses and took out the manuscript paper that was already full of words from the typewriter...

The new chapter is called "The Call from the Ocean".

The author's eyes can't be separated from those words for a while, as if staring at a newborn. Touching gently, he sighed in relief.

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