Chapter 1 Moving picture
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In a mild afternoon, this is a rare weekend time, at least for him, yes. The sun shines softly on the lawn of the yard, and the family are enjoying the last time of afternoon tea. The sun fell slowly, and the afterglow rendered a yellow halo.
At dusk, he went to check the mailbox as usual, which was his habit, and he did not know when it started. This time, he found that there was a yellow letter in the mailbox, because under normal circumstances, no one would think of sending a letter to him. Since he took the initiative to quit the studio, he has found a more stable job, and no one has sent him letters anymore. He can't wait to open the envelope, and a smell of rotten ink fills his nose. He refrained from the stench, recalled it for a moment, suddenly called out, ran back to the bedroom and locked the door.This is the smell of the studio! He is convinced.It's getting dark. He turned on the old-fashioned desk lamp, sat down and looked at the darkening sky through the window. The last time he received a letter from the studio was 30 years ago. He shook the envelope, and a rectangular letter fell on his hand. Some thick ink left on the letter paper is the source of the rotten smell. He straightened up and read the letter:
"Dear Henry,
It seems to be a lifetime since we worked together. Thirty years have really passed, haven't they?
If you go back to this town and visit this old studio, I need to show you something.
Your best friend, Joey Drew.”
It was Joey Drew's handwritten letter, which he recognized. Before he thought about whether to go or not, the sudden vertigo took up most of the brain. He tried to keep himself awake, but it seemed useless. The vertigo drove something and gradually made him lose consciousness. "Dong", he was forced into the darkness.
"Well, Joey, I'm here. Let me see if we can find what you showed me."
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