At this moment, the rain gradually subsided, and under the pull of the young reporter, the bronze bell with the head of the lion eagle hanging in front of No. 2 Kirk Street immediately made a melodious and crisp sound.

The inscription of blessing engraved on the bell vibrates with the vibration of the bell wall, and a subtle phantage appears, and when you look closely, the relief of the head of the lion and the eagle seems to fly.

Scott let go of the handle, took a step back, and waited quietly.

Behind the worried young intern reporter, the three people who followed him saw this scene with different expressions.

The three of them are of different ages and dressed differently, one is dressed decently, wearing a suit, vest, shirt and leather shoes, his face is full of excitement and curiosity, and the one next to him is wearing a linen shirt and suspenders, wearing a torn peaked cap, with a look of indifference.

Although the middle-aged man at the back was also well-dressed, there was obvious wear and tear on the sleeves, and the expression on his face was also excited and expectant, but the corners of his mouth were twitched from time to time, obviously with a touch of contempt and disdain.

In the peephole on the side of the gate, Arthur took it all in.

Immediately, in the character column, the two skills of [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Colors] began to flicker non-stop.

In an instant, Arthur was sure of the last man's ill intentions.

Almost instinctively, Arthur's palm touched the thunderbolt disguised as a latch.

The peep glasses and the camouflage thunderbolts were all arranged by old Charlie.

After all, psychic is a high-risk profession, and no one knows who will block the door.

After his finger was on the trigger, Arthur opened the door with a kind smile on his face—

"Good morning, Scott!"

"Good morning, Arthur!"

Unlike the kind smile on Arthur's face, Scott's smile was rather forced, and the ill-intentioned middle-aged man standing at the back had already turned up the corners of his mouth and stepped forward with a bright smile on his face.

However, that smile seemed to Arthur to be a smiling smile.

"Hello, you're Arthur. Mr. Credos?

I'm a reporter for the Clarion, Dokule.

I don't know if you read today's report?

What is the rumored psychic medium like, it is really curious!

I would like to give you an exclusive interview, please give me this opportunity!

These two?

It's Fontel and Wiggins, they all come here. ”

The middle-aged man named Dokule enthusiastically held out his hand as he introduced.

By this time, Scott's smile had completely disappeared, and only a thick worry remained.

Not to yourself, but to Arthur!

With the blessing of [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Looks], Arthur instantly took this expression into his eyes, and immediately he guessed what was going on-

The same newspaper, the same reporter, one has bad intentions towards himself, and the other is full of worries about himself.

Tsk, this guy in front of me is called Dokule, this is trying to step on him to get on the throne!

No wonder there is a supplement to the report about him!

He had thought it was Scott's hard work after the shock last night...... No, to be precise, Scott was really shocked last night and worked hard for him, but because of this, he was targeted by Dokule.

Arthur could have imagined the situation: in response to Scott's request, Dokuler not only agreed, but also issued a supplement.

Then, ignoring Scott's obstruction this morning, he just brought someone here to fight fakes.

A liar and a liar who has appeared in the Clarion supplement, and the latter is obviously more eye-catching.

And as a reporter who reported the news, Dokule will naturally gain fame and fortune.

As for Scott?

Just a trainee journalist.

If it is reported incorrectly, it is natural to take responsibility, and sweeping the floor is a result that looks good.

And, the origin of the malice may be because of this young trainee journalist.

As for why?

There is a high probability that it is in the way.

It's not Dokule's road, it's supposed to be Dokule's way for someone.

The word internship says it all.

"Society is sinister!"

Arthur, who had seen a similar experience, sighed silently in his heart.

However, when he sighed, Arthur let go of the palm that held the thunderbolt and silently pushed it back, which looked like an ordinary door latch from the outside.

A guy who likes to be clever and calculating is not worth a shot from thunder.

You know, this thunderbolt is not the same as the thunderbolt placed in the psychic chest.

In order to conceal this, this thunderbolt is almost a one-off.

To put it simply, when a shot is fired, you have to change the door and change the gun.

Coupled with the fact that you have to dispose of corpses, it is no ordinary trouble.

Arthur kept smiling, and after holding the thunderbolt's hand and Dokule's outstretched palm, he turned sideways and opened the solid wood door at 2 Kirk Street.

He was just thinking about how to impress Scott a few more times and make a lot of reports, but he didn't expect someone to take the initiative to send it to the door now.

He couldn't thank him enough.

How could the appeal of such a report be as attractive as 'a liar psychic media who has appeared in the supplement of the Clarion Newspaper'? This male reporter actually did this kind of thing to the psychic! ’

Thinking of this, the smile on Arthur's face became more and more kind.

Seeing this scene, Scott became more and more worried, the young reporter was really worried about Arthur, although he believed that Arthur inherited the blood of Lord Charlie, but Arthur's age was too young, as we all know, the ability of the 'spirit medium' is linked to age, and no one can guarantee that Arthur can be perfect every time at this age.

And as long as there is a mistake, with his understanding of Dokule, the other party will definitely do his best to discredit him.

Without facts, Dokule would fabricate facts and turn black and white upside down.

Not to mention the flaw!

The thought of what might happen to Arthur made Scott's heart full of anxiety, and he immediately prepared to prevent Dokule from entering 2 Kirk Street.

Dokule, however, preemptively entered No. 2 Kirk Street before Scott, and when he turned his head to see the chagrin on Scott's face, his eyes flashed with pride.

What Scott wanted to do, he naturally guessed.

Before he set off in the morning, the guy tried to stop him, but he got the first step.

"Hmph, that's just the beginning!

I'll make you understand what happened to stealing York's position! ”

Dokule thought viciously in his heart.

York, his nominal nephew and de facto son, had never had a decent job as an idle young man, and he managed to run it several times before he found an interview with his nephew on the Clarion Call, only to be disrupted by Scott, who suddenly came to apply.

You know, Clarion is not a big newspaper like the Nanlos Daily or the Evening News, but a fairly small newspaper where basically everyone has their own job and there are no extra positions, and it took a lot of effort to make the old and dizzy editor-in-chief 'understand' that everyone needs a trainee reporter to help.

But as a result, Scott came to apply, compared to Scott's rich knowledge and quite good writing, his nephew, who was only slightly literate, naturally failed, and he couldn't say the excuse that he was just an intern reporter, he didn't need to know so many words, and he could hone it slowly.

That was before, though!

Right now?

As long as Scott is driven away, his nephew will naturally have a chance.

So, after discovering this opportunity last night, he couldn't wait.

Arthur took everything in his eyes, and the smile on his face continued to change.

It just so happened that Dokule turned his head.

Looking at the smiling Arthur, a smile appeared on Dokule's face again, but his heart became more and more disdainful.

Sure enough, it's a liar who can't wait to become famous!

Originally, he was worried that he might get into a little trouble.

At this moment, I was completely relieved.

Who is he?

He's a journalist!

Who is the other party?

A liar!

What tricks can a liar like the other party play in the face of a reporter like him?

With this conviction in mind, Dokule began to look at the corridor at 2 Kirk Street.

Immediately, the reporter was trembling in his heart.