The Modern Age of the Mysterious

After the basic training, "Maggie" asked Sean to have a three-round boxing match. Sean defended with all his strength, but was still a little dazed by the heavy punch.

"Boxing trains your fighting response and will. In the face of evil, weapons alone are not enough." After the match, Catherine stepped out of her role. She looked tired and seemed to consume a lot of energy.

Then, Catherine took Sean to the shooting room on the other floor and started shooting training.

The revolver in Sean's hand roared, and a hole was blown out of the paper target.

Sean imagined that the corpse of the female was crawling towards him, shooting several shots to empty the bullet nest, and the female corpse was shot multiple times in the head and chest. In Sean's imagination, although the corpse was not completely eliminated, the other party was also severely injured, and he was afraid that he would not come to him.

"If you can draw your gun in time and shoot stably, then you will have the power to fight even in the face of fierce corpses - the firearms will greatly improve the self-defense ability of explorers."

Katherine said on the side: "I know what you're thinking, but you have to remember: use, but don't rely on firearms. Otherwise, you will always be a weakling."

Sean nodded, threw out the cartridge, poured out the hot cartridge case, and stuffed the brass bullets into the magazine as quickly as possible. With one empty magazine left, Catherine handed something—a bullet without a bullet.

"What's this?"

"Spiritual bullet," Catherine said lightly, "a bullet that can damage a spiritual body."

Sean touched the invisible warhead with some strangeness, and felt a tingling tingling from his fingertips. Catherine used the previous magic to convert Sean's vision into a state of "spirit vision".

He could see that on the bullet was a faint blue translucent warhead. The texture was very similar to the tentacles that he extended out. Considering that Catherine might find that she could control the psychic substance, Sean restrained the idea of ​​activating the symbol and extending the tentacles for comparison.

"Can you see that spirit target?" Following the direction Catherine pointed, Sean saw a wraith fixed on the wall by some kind of magical chain. With a chaotic face, it is screaming and struggling...

"Give it the last bullet."

After Katherine finished speaking, Sean raised the revolver, and the first five bullets still hit the paper target.

The last shot... He tried his best to target the unrecognizable, wailing spirit.

boom! The recoil of the spiritual bullet is obviously larger, and the flame of the gun is also strangely pale.

The esoteric warhead penetrated the Wraith, and it kept twitching, seemingly in pain.

Essence Bullets can damage a Wraith, but one shot is not enough to destroy it.

Catherine reminded: "Essence is the extension of the growth of the soul, even the size of a bullet is very precious, and the process of making an esoteric bullet is very complicated, so if you have the opportunity to use this kind of bullet in the future, don't miss it. Do not waste."

Sean recalled a peanut-sized esoteric warhead, which Catherine said was "very precious." The volume of your own spiritual substance is similar to that of your body, so is it abnormally "rich"? Sean resisted the urge to ask questions - the existence of symbols is his own secret and cannot be revealed.

After finishing the day's training, Katherine and Sean returned to the office. In order to get asylum, Sean was already thinking about choosing a faith, so he asked Catherine.

"I hope you will consider the matter of faith carefully." Catherine said solemnly, "If you change your faith in the middle, the gain of your previous faith will be permanently lost. So unless you really decide to believe in a god, then I suggest you It's best not to arbitrarily decide your beliefs just because you want to seek asylum.

"This lack of piety motivation is not conducive to the improvement of faith gain."

Sean is about to finish the book "Theology and Divinity", and already knows what "faith gain" is - after choosing to become a believer of God, believers will gain certain benefits.

For example, if you choose to become a believer of the "theocracy" orthodox **** [Abel] in the Salvation Religion, the believer's spiritual strength and personal aura will be improved, and when learning and using "theocracy" type magic, there are corresponding additions.

This "faith gain" will increase with the time of belief and the degree of piety. For example, a bishop of the "theocracy" will receive a greater "faith gain" than the common people.

Sean understood what Catherine meant, and he also realized that choosing a belief at random in order to be sheltered sounds inadvisable—the gains that can be obtained are too small, and it is very easy to lose the advantages of accumulation.

Sean asked casually, "What is your belief?"

"An unorthodox god, and explorers with many related functions believe in him." Catherine pointed to the "crying and laughing mask" amulet dangling on her chest, "The **** of interpretation [Diony]. He can improve our empathy ability and better understand the state of mind of the characters in the story... The power is not comparable to the righteous **** of the Salvation Religion, but choosing a belief that fits our own beliefs is better than choosing a righteous person for some kind of gain. God is wiser."

Catherine's words made Sean give up the idea of ​​deciding his faith immediately.

On the tram back home, feeling a little tired, Sean began to sort out the current situation.

"Photos from Bill's banquet, the line was interrupted by human intervention. However, I have a blurry photo of the man in the tuxedo, and the clue is still available.

"There is still a need to investigate the witch's corpse. Whether it is the identity of the witch or the female workers who were burned to death, there must be clues worth digging into. But before I have basic self-defense capabilities, I can foresee it. , it is very dangerous to investigate that factory in depth, we can't go to the scene now, at most we can only collect some information about the fire.

"However, Arya is still missing, I still have to do something!"

Sean thought for a long time, and suddenly thought: "All kinds of things have been happening, and I forgot my original plan.

"If the existing clues can't progress, go to the newspaper to publish a tracing advertisement!

"That organization, it's impossible to erase all the missing information in the newspaper, right? It's impossible to tamper with the memories of people who read the newspaper, right?" Sean thought with a challenging mentality, "The more they try to cover it up. The more I want to publicize this matter! As long as someone provides clues, I can find the direction of the investigation!"

Thinking so, Sean changed the car and went directly to the New Testament Daily News.

As a journalist, Sean has professional insight into newspaper sales, coverage and advertising costs. He knows that with the money in his pocket now, it is the best way to place a missing person ad on the Daily News. s Choice.

The "Daily News" newspaper office is located on Fifteenth Avenue. On the top of a building with a red and white exterior wall, there is a "Daily News" sign.

Sean can feel that this newspaper is a newcomer in the industry, and it has the momentum to seize the market with those old newspapers.

They like breaking news, exclusive reports that other newspapers can't get, and "big reporters" who can attract readers and write in-depth reports.

In short, as long as it can increase sales, they like it.

Sean was born with a love for such vibrant newspapers, so he chose them out of his own preference.

The telephones in the newspaper office kept ringing, and people were in a hurry, speaking one after another, creating a busy scene.

Sean searched carefully and walked directly into the editor-in-chief.

Usually, to publish information about missing people, you can just find a front-line editor, but Sean knows that if he finds the editor-in-chief, his own affairs will be taken more seriously.

The editor-in-chief was a bald middle-aged man wearing agate-rimmed glasses, with a big nose and a stocky build. He scolded a reporter for his manuscript as a pile of "dried horse manure".

The freckled reporter was about to cry, and when he saw someone coming, he took the opportunity to slip out the door.

"I haven't seen you," the editor-in-chief was a little wary, "what are you doing here?"

After introducing himself, Sean explained his situation and origin.

Knowing that Sean is from Leon and has many years of experience in the industry, the editor-in-chief named Edward Smith immediately softened his attitude: "I like the reporters over there. Not only can they accurately state the facts, but the wording of the manuscript is also very beautiful. —Leon's journalists are at least highly trained!

"Unlike us young people, a manuscript can have more than a dozen grammatical errors! He should go to a grammar school to revisit it than a newspaper!" Edward said, and his face was filled with anger again. Reddened, he restrained himself, "I'm very sorry about Lingmei. If you want to publish a revelation about the missing person, I can introduce it to you..."

Sean said his plans: "No, I'm going to run three medium-sized advertisements with Aaliyah's photo and the text I wrote."

Edward's eyes were a little surprised: "Advertising...the cost is much higher than the missing person notice."

Sean knows that the missing person notice is buried in various commissions and is easily ignored. It is better to carry out three advertisements, which will have more influence.

Now is not the time to save money. Money can be earned; but searching for Aaliyah can't be delayed a day!

"Okay, I see what you mean. Have you written the text of the ad?" said Edward, editor-in-chief. "If you can give me the photo and text, your ad will be published in the newspaper tomorrow."

Sean borrowed a pen and paper from Edward, and in front of him, wrote the accompanying text in one go and handed it to Edward.

The editor-in-chief was a little surprised at the speed of Sean's writing, and his professional habit made him pick up the paper and read it.

"Her name is Arya, my sister..."

The medium-sized advertisement can only hold a few hundred words, but Sean used these more than one hundred words to write an emotional "letter" that clearly explained the future.

This concise letter seems to make people see a brother who is deeply worried about his sister and hopes that she can go home soon.

Seeing such a simple but wonderful text, Edward couldn't help sighing: "I believe that people who read this letter will be moved by this brother and want to help him find his sister..."

Then, Edward looked directly at Sean with the eyes of a thirsty person who saw a source of water: "Sean, are you interested in writing a part-time manuscript?"