The sunlight coming in from the translucent windows was a bit dazzling, and everything seemed to be stained with a layer of pure white. Sean Dickinson heard a knock at the door.

He looked up from his contemplation, and someone pushed open the door of his room.

"Mr. Dickinson, Mr. Phillips is looking for you." Ms. Austin said standing at the door. Sean blinked and stood up. Some dizziness. It should be from the medicines I took before. he thinks.

Following Austin through the corridor, up the stairs, to the third floor, he found the office by familiarity.

After knocking on the door, Phillips' voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

Sean pushed the door open and entered. Phillips stood in front of the window, his messy white hair was illuminated by the sun, making it extra dense. He was wearing reading glasses and was looking at his antique clock in the sunlight from the window.

"Sean, sit down."

Sean sat down. Phillips walked back to his desk and put the clock on the table.

"how do you feel today?"

"It feels good, Mr. Phillips."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Sleep soundly."

"That's good—get enough sleep if you want to recover." Phillips twirled his fingers. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened the drawer and took out a brown book. Sean was very familiar with that notebook, it was his.

"Oh, I read what you wrote." Phillips smiled, "How should I put it...

"You have a very beautiful imagination!"

Sean smiled in his heart, and the smile on his face was a little lighter: "Thank you."

Phillips bowed his head and flipped through the book, which was filled with words. He turned to the page with the bookmark and said with a smile: "You seem to have written all the people and things around you, don't you?

"I read myself in it. I seem to be..."

"You are the president of the Mystery Seekers Association. Mr. Dean."

"Yes, I'm the president!" Phillips put on his reading glasses again, pointing to the indigo handwriting, "In your book, I seem to be a, er... positive character?" He raised his head, wrinkled laugh.

Sean nodded: "Yes, you helped me a lot in the book."

"The story is really exciting..." Phillips closed the book and took off his reading glasses, "The masked explorer, the undercurrent street full of ghosts, and the weird events in the museum...

"I bet, if you finish writing it and publish it in the future, it will probably become a bestseller."

After a pause, the dean continued: "However, Mr. Dickinson, as a doctor, I have to remind you...I'm afraid it's not a good time to continue writing these things—excessive use of imagination may have an impact on your recovery. "

The smile on Sean's face froze and lost his vitality.

"Illusion, does it still appear?"

Sean's peripheral vision fell on the oil painting on the wall behind the dean. The bright fishing boats are surrounded by thick black waves.

In Xiao En's eyes, the painting that should have been static, the waves are rolling, and the bright lights are fighting against the waves, ups and downs.

"It didn't show up." He swallowed.

The dean nodded.

"What about dreams? Are you still having nightmares?"

Sean recalled the dream he had last night. A head like a cliff, three green moons glaring at him. He couldn't remember the details, didn't know what that really meant...

He still shook his head.

The dean nodded, sighed, and returned the notebook to Xiao En: "Okay. It seems that the situation is somewhat better - the medicine should continue to be taken. It is best during this time, it is best not to write..."

While talking, the dean took out the follow-up diagnosis report and wrote something on it.

The header of the report was written upside down. Sean looked at each word, and the words suddenly squirmed, like a bug whose actions were being directed, and its hands and feet spun around clumsily...

"Arkham Infirmary for the Mental Illness," said the coat of arms on her raised coat of arms.

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Sean was a little annoyed with his mood. His emotions are always like rolling stones, once they fall to the bottom, they will stay there for a long time. And it does roll off easily.

Today it seems difficult to revive the spirit again. Maybe it's because of the drugs, maybe Dean Phillips asked himself not to write—they don't know how important it is to them to write down those stories, and that's simply the only joy in life right now.

However, I still have to recover and live a normal life...

While thinking this way, that tragic scene flashed before Sean's eyes again. When the series of unfortunate events led him to finally find Aaliyah's body, that scene deeply hurt his mind, causing him to have hallucinations, nightmares, and various mental symptoms.

Aaliyah...

Sean stood in front of the window, feeling engulfed by a huge black tide, his whole body was cold. It was indeed cloudy outside the window, but it was a few degrees more cloudy in his eyes.

Adjusting his breathing, Sean raised his head and turned his attention to the more distant scenery outside the window.

The sky was leaden gray. A few pine trees swayed slightly under such a sky.

Farther in the distance, there is a huge road billboard, and on the billboard, Hollywood superstar Katherine Headey is smiling in a cowboy hat (new film is released, "Legend of the Canyon"!). People who smile like that never seem to be troubled.

It's useless, the stone still stays at the bottom of the valley, motionless. Sean felt some pain in his back, the surroundings became darker and colder, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He held on to the window sill, feeling that he was about to die.

Suddenly, he heard a bright piano sound. The sound of the piano flowed briskly, pulling him out of the darkness all at once.

He turned his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the piano room.

Walking over step by step, standing at the door of the piano room, he saw the back of a man's head, who was playing the piano with all his heart.

Sean walked into the piano room, stood behind the man and listened quietly.

After playing the song, the man turned his face away. That's Moonlight 1902's smile in the story Sean wrote: "Feeling better?"

"Tim." Sean greeted.

The other party stood up and waved his hand: "No, don't call me by that name. Call me Moonlight."

Tim, or Moonlight, was met by Sean in the yard, and they quickly became friends. When I first met him, Sean always felt that the other person was different from other people in some ways. It was only later that Sean realized that this guy who was about his own age sometimes showed a child's eyes. Sean created the character of Moonlight 1902 based on him.

Moonlight can be said to be his most loyal reader, every time he completes a new chapter, he will watch it as soon as possible. Not only that, but as one of the characters in the book, he also made a lot of wishes to Sean...

"Sean, that is to say...can we let Moonlight marry Winnie in the story?..." Moonlight begged at that time~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean knew that Moonlight was a part of Tim in the past, and he had a sensitive spirit , due to a huge emotional change, some symptoms appeared, so I came here.

At first, Sean didn't plan to let Moonlight get married. After all, the career of a explorer is very dangerous. However, thinking of Tim's previous experience, he still wrote it like this. Life is sometimes wild, and people don't follow their wishes. Some wishes can be fulfilled in stories, so why not?

At least that's what he can do.

Playing the piano in the moonlight can always calm him down. This good guy probably saw himself in a daze in front of the window again, so he quietly entered the piano room next to him...

Moonlight suddenly raised a finger. He seemed to have heard something. Suddenly, he pulled Xiao En up and ran out of the piano room: "That female devil is here!"

As soon as they rushed out of the piano room, they saw the head nurse Austin angrily walking along the corridor: "Tim, it's you again! It's still lunch break, what are you playing!..."

The two ran out of breath, and waited until they avoided the fierce god, and then they laughed out of breath in the corner...