56 Garden Avenue West, New York City, is a twelve-story building with a beige exterior. On the first floor of this building, the facade of the building looks rather imposing, with a smooth copper handwritten lettering "West Street Building".

If anyone is looking at the apartment building opposite the West Street Building at the moment, they can see that there are many window signs hanging on this commercial building.

Goodman Law Firm, Dr. David's Dental Clinic, Mai's Travel Company, and even a gypsy shop called "Mystery Valley", which specializes in herbal oil divination...

In this slightly messy, yet uniquely beautiful signboard, you can find an unassuming signboard:

"Dickinson's Office of Independent Reporters."

At this time, behind the two windows of the reporter's office, the black shutters were closed.

Those who pay attention to this detail might think that Mr. Dickinson, already well-known in the New Testament journalism, must now be out for editing. What no one knows is that this quiet reporter is sitting in his office at the moment.

On the table in front of him, from left to right, were three Dr. Cullen typewriters equidistant.

He is the only one in the office, what is he going to do?

Leaning in the swivel chair, with his fingers touching, Mr. Dickinson, who was obviously thinking about something, suddenly sat up, his center of gravity moved forward, and something strange happened on the desk in front of him——

Three sheets of standard typing paper were automatically and accurately inserted into the slots of the three-sheet typewriter without wind.

And Mr. Dickinson put his strong fingers on the typewriter in the middle.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly there was a crisp typing sound in the room.

However, the sound of typing was a bit strange, as if the typist didn't need any thought, and letters appeared on the paper in front of him like a fountain...

No, it wasn't just the typewriter he was typing on with both hands, the typewriters on both sides were exactly the same, like double images, even when no one was operating, the keys were pressed by themselves, as if Mr. Dickinson had hired two ghost typists, is working with him.

With a little mysterious ability, you can use Spirit Vision to discover the secret of this scene: New Testament reporters did not hire invisible staff - he also typed the typewriters on both sides, but not with his hands, but with the formation of spiritual substances. finger.

Mr. Sean Dickinson is using three typewriters at the same time, and the three typewriters output very different manuscripts.

Not only that, every manuscript is flawless and brilliant!

Three exquisite news reports, from left to right, are the news of the arrival of the dignitaries in the New Testament, the price increase of agricultural products in the whole city, and the news of a production accident in a factory in Xiacheng District...

To be sure, fellow journalists are not only unable to write stories like Mr. Sean Dickinson, they are even less likely to gather news like this amazing gentleman-

In the past three days, Dickinson first seemed to be a shark who could smell blood. Every time he rushed, he could find valuable news, and he never returned empty-handed.

He can always find exactly where the news is happening, and find the person who should be interviewed the most.

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 can’t hit the prey, they can only cut through the air in vain and finally fall into the ground…

Well, perhaps it can be stated like this: Mr. Dickinson shoots a few bullets and shoots down a few ducks.

No bullets.

Such "miracles" do not come from "luck".

If you can understand the meaning of "function", you will know that Mr. Dickinson's reporter function has entered extraordinary territory.

Of course, in addition to his functions, he must have more amazing secrets to be able to do such a miraculous thing.

But I am afraid that this man, who is like the deity of the "God of Journalists", will not share his secrets...

The three reports were completed one after another, and the air in the room was quiet again, only the slight flywheel buzzing in the body of Ms. Olivia Wind Chime, who was sitting behind the assistant's desk, holding her face and reading a philosophical book.

Sean leaned back and let out a light breath.

He picked up the white china coffee mug he had at hand, and took a sip of the still-scalding coffee, which the Lady Wind Chime had poured into the mug before starting work.

The fresh manuscripts on the table are moving on their own, getting into the envelopes...

The addressee written on the stationery was none other than Edward Smith, editor-in-chief of The Daily News.

In order to maintain his daily identity and make his mark in the journalism industry, Sean Dickinson has been contributing to the Daily News.

And it is the output that surpasses the breeding of farm animals and the ability to express words far beyond other reporters, so that he has accumulated some fame in the press.

After finishing his work, Sean walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gently pulled the window rope, and opened the two floor-to-ceiling windows. The moment the sunlight penetrated, he squinted his eyes.

The office has returned to the daily monotonous atmosphere, and there will be no more strange events.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the dial, the time was 12:30 noon. Sean and Olivia put on their coats in tacit understanding, got up and walked out of the office.

After meeting Arya at a bakery near New Testament Grammar School for a hot latte and croissant, Sean drove the three to Harris.

They made an appointment to go to the Moscot glasses store today to get Aaliyah a pair of glasses.

Entering the store with the big-eyed signboard, there were not many customers at noon, and only a couple were talking to the clerk in the depths of the store.

Seeing a few people coming in from Sean, a red-haired young man with glasses greeted him and began to introduce him graciously.

For her first pair of glasses, Aaliyah was obviously very concerned. The clerk took out a lot of handmade glasses frames for her to try and choose.

While trying on various frames, Aaliyah was chatting with Sean, and she suddenly said, "By the way, Sean, how did I forget about this!" She turned her head slightly with her eyes wide open, "—School It has been decided that I will be the official grammar teacher next month!"

She wore a pair of black-framed thin-rimmed glasses and her hair grew back again, turning her head to look at Sean with a smile.

Sean suddenly discovered something.

The shy little sister who hid in the room on the second floor in a white nightdress all day has really grown up.

Now she wears glasses, has a relaxed smile on her face, and is a teacher at New Testament grammar school...

Time flows and changes.

Some things won't change for a while, and some will always change.

"It seems that I really can't treat her like a child anymore."

For some reason, after realizing this, Sean seemed relieved and felt a little happy.

"That's it." Sean in the mirror walked behind Aaliyah, and the younger sister wearing thin-rimmed glasses also had a satisfied smile on her face.

Leaving the Moscote Optical Store, the three of Sean walked towards the parking lot. At this moment, the New Testament reporter accidentally turned his eyes and let him catch a glimpse of something~lightnovelpub.net~ a deep book Books with red covers are placed in the most conspicuous position of the bookstore window.

Below the "Best Selling Books" logo, on the dark red hard case cover is bronzing font:

A Collection of Short Horror Stories by Rulwich.

Sean stopped and opened his eyes slightly: Lulvich was the pseudonym he used in New Testament Horror Stories magazine.

He knew his short story collection was out, but he was too busy to pay attention to it.

He didn't expect that he would encounter it on the street by accident...

This feeling is really amazing.

"Wait," 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.