"Tomorrow." Enough things happened today. Lynn didn't plan to resolve the newspaper issues with Arthur overnight, and it was hard for Matt to explain. "We have no one at home during the day, so you can come over and discuss it."
"no problem."
After Lin En reported her address, she followed her brother back home.
"Brother, do you think today's events will affect us?" It was late, and after lying on the bed to rest, Matt was still a little uneasy.
"We didn't kill the person, so what are you worried about?" Lin En closed her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy.
"But it seems that the sheriff named Arthur has not arrested the murderer. Will the murderer come to us to silence him?"
"With this time, they should pack their bags and leave Tswold City overnight." Linn was not worried.
Dean, who killed the Buzzell brothers, was a bad gambler, but he still had a good mind.
Unless they want to die together for no reason, there is absolutely no reason to waste time on them instead of leaving Tswold City as soon as possible, changing their names and starting a new life somewhere else.
Matt was still not at ease, so he turned over and looked at Lynn on the lower bunk: "Brother, how about we take turns to keep watch tonight?"
"They don't know where we live." Linn was a little dumbfounded.
Matt is good in every way, but a little timid.
In fact, this is normal. When ordinary people encounter a murder case and interact with the murderer, they will inevitably be worried for a period of time.
"What if they follow us?"
Lin En really couldn't resist Matt, so she simply let him do it: "Okay, I happened to take a nap in the afternoon, and I'm not very sleepy now. You can sleep peacefully, and I will write some more manuscripts. If there is any movement, I will
I’ll call you soon.”
"Brother, are you okay?" Matt didn't feel reassured.
"Stop talking nonsense and rest quickly. You have to work tomorrow." Linn stood up, moved to the wheelchair, then came to the desk and lit a candle.
Today's series of events have shocked Matt enough.
He planned to wait for the leg matter.
Matt was sleepy to death. When he saw Lin En coming to the desk while he was talking, he stopped trying to be brave and said, "Brother, just tell me when you're tired and I'll keep watch."
"Yeah." Linn didn't intend to do this, so he responded perfunctorily, then spread out the manuscript paper and prepared to re-polishes the first short story in "The Sherlock Holmes".
Within a minute, a not-so-noisy snoring sound came from Matt's side.
It was already early in the morning, and not only their shabby house, but also the entire city had become deserted.
Linn filled the pen with ink, but paused before writing.
He was in a trance and had an unreal feeling about what happened at night.
He really went to the tavern, a murder really happened there, and did the curator in the mysterious space really heal more than half of his leg?
How come it's like a dream.
Lin En tried to pinch her thigh, and there was obvious pain, which showed that everything had really happened.
So, what is the situation in this world?
The mysterious force creates a cleanup mission and selects them as awakened ones. What is the purpose of pushing them to become stronger?
The curator didn't answer, but it didn't mean that Lin En gave up his guess.
After slowly writing the words "Sherlock Holmes" on the manuscript paper, he realized that he must accept all the differences in this world and use these to become stronger.
Only in this way, no matter how bizarre and bizarre things happen in the future, he will be able to deal with them calmly and reveal the truth step by step.
After pondering for a while, Linn stopped wasting time and started polishing the novel seriously.
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Thursday, December 25, dawn
Matt's biological clock, which had been fixed for several years, didn't get enough sleep, but he still woke up on time.
Just like yesterday, Lin En seemed to have not slept all night and was still immersed in writing manuscripts at the desk.
"Brother, you didn't sleep all night again?"
"I'm not sleepy." Linn turned around and smiled at Matt, and continued to write the manuscript attentively.
"You can rest at night and write during the day. I don't feel sorry for the candle. I think it's good for your eyes, and this is a normal and healthy routine." Matt warned.
Lin En didn't say much: "I will adjust it."
"I'm going to prepare food. You can rest quickly after eating." Matt got up and said, "By the way, brother, last night... was everything okay?"
"Of course not, don't be so nervous."
"That's good." Matt's heart was relieved.
Lin En smiled and said nothing, put the manuscript aside and made room for dinner.
He spent half of the evening polishing the first short story, and the rest of the night wrote the first draft of the second short story.
If you are submitting articles, it is best to submit more.
Most editors have seen writers who have a sudden inspiration and can write a wonderful story by luck, but if they are asked to write another story of the same quality, most of the time it will be unsatisfactory.
Therefore, only by preparing two high-quality pieces of content can you dispel the editor's doubts and fully prove your strength.
After breakfast, before going out, Matt's cautious energy came back again: "Brother, lock the door. If you can't go out before I come back, I won't go out. I'm afraid that group of people will come."
"No one came over to do it at night, and it's even less possible during the day." Lin En laid out the manuscript paper again and planned to finish the first draft of the second short story in one go.
"Don't look so disapproving. Who can see through this kind of person? What if?" Matt was a little angry at Lynn's seemingly irresponsible attitude.
"Okay, I will lock the door." Linn quickly compromised.
"Be sure to lock it, and keep the knife in the cabinet close. If necessary, it's best to be able to--"
"Okay, okay, go to work quickly." Lin En found that she still couldn't accept her mother-in-law's long-winded care.
Matt reluctantly left.
The house became quiet again.
Half an hour later, unpleasant singing and several retching sounds were heard outside again.
The drunk neighbor is here again.
Lin En could tell the difference just by hearing the sound.
He quickly put away the manuscript paper and lay down on the bed to fall asleep.
Faced with such gangsters who are not living a satisfactory life and are trying their best to make others unhappy, the best way is to ignore them and make them lose interest, or to shock them with crushing force so that they will never dare to act recklessly again.
Linn, whose legs are not yet strong enough, can only choose the former.
"Bah bang bang!"
Just a few seconds after he lay down, there was a violent tapping sound from the window.
The force seemed to break the glass.
"You're so crippled! You're still asleep? Your brother works so hard every day, getting up early and staying late at night, how can you be so embarrassed to still sleep here?!" the drunkard yelled.
Linn ignored it.
"I'll give you a suggestion, die as soon as possible! Death is the liberation for everyone! Waste should not live in this world!"
The drunkard smiled ferociously.
He humiliates others at work and enjoys the feeling of humiliating others.
"Don't pretend to be asleep! Why don't you come out and shine my shoes! I will give you half a copper coin for every polish, and you will be living a meaningful life, hahahaha!"
"Stop laughing now, do you know where Lynn's home is?"
"Who are you?" The drunkard looked doubtfully at the tall man who stopped him from laughing.
Arthur showed his Sheriff's ID: "Answer my question, do you know where Lynn's home is?"
Lin En, who was pretending to be asleep in the room, heard a familiar voice, opened her eyes, and turned to look out the window.
The drunkard couldn't recognize the meaning of the words on the certificate, but based on Arthur's image, he quickly judged that the other party was evil and most likely came to trouble Lin En.
Have you seen any good shows?
The drunkard was more than half awake, so he took half a step back, pointed at the house in front of him and said, "This is his home! He is pretending to be asleep inside! You just kick in the door and go in!"
"This...is his home?" Arthur squinted his eyes and looked at the inconspicuous little shabby house in front of him.
In his opinion, Lin En is a very capable person, and according to his mind, he should not live in such a miserable state.
"Yes! Look, he's still pretending to be asleep! I just scolded him for a long time and didn't dare to reply!" The drunkard led Arthur to the window.
Arthur opened the window and looked in, and sure enough he saw Linn.
It's just that Linn didn't pretend to be asleep as the drunkard said, but sat up and looked at him with a half-smile.
"He is a cripple! If you don't bother to do anything, I will kick the door open." The drunkard volunteered, trying to use others' momentum to vent more of his dissatisfaction.
"Wait a minute." Arthur grabbed the drunkard and held him firmly in place. "Did you just say that you were scolding him?"