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The next day, at the editorial office of "New Tide".

With dark circles under her eyes, Xu Lan turned on her computer, ready to process the mountain of reader mail that had piled up the day before.

The popularity of "Miracles of the Namiya General Store" far exceeded everyone's expectations.

It's like a warm current.

In this early autumn, when people were still filled with anxiety and fear due to the hellish atmosphere of the human world, it brought great comfort.

As usual, she first opened the group that only had one person.

I saw two emails sent last night.

Xu Lan perked up and immediately clicked on it.

She first opened the letter titled "Reply to Xiaoduo".

As she read, the 24-year-old girl's eyes welled up with tears.

She seemed to see a kind old man.

Under the lamp, word by word,

I wrote this powerful letter for a child I've never met.

So gentle.

Professor Jian Shen is such a gentle person.

Then she opened the second letter.

She was stunned when she saw the pointed sentence at the end of the email.

"The real magic of the grocery store may not lie in the letters themselves, but in the hands that deliver them..."

She kept pondering those words.

"The hand that delivers the letter..."

Xu Lan muttered to herself, her heart suddenly clenching.

Does Professor Jian Shen mean... us?

Why didn't he call the police himself?

A thought struck her:

Because he is "Grandpa Namiya," a fictional, gentle symbol.

And we...we are living, breathing human beings.

It is possible to dial that emergency number and touch a real hand!

Xu Lan practically jumped up from her seat immediately.

Clutching his laptop, he rushed to the editor-in-chief's office once again.

"Editor-in-Chief Wang! Editor-in-Chief Wang!"

Wang De'an is on the phone with an elderly writer.

Seeing Xu Lan's anxious appearance,

He said "Wait a moment" to the person on the other end of the phone with a sigh, and then covered the receiver.

"Xiao Xu, what's wrong now? Is the sky falling down?"

"Editor-in-chief, look!"

Xu Lan turned the computer screen towards him, her voice trembling with excitement.

"It's a reply from Professor Jian Shen! And...and a message from him!"

Wang De'an quickly ended the call, adjusted his glasses, and leaned closer.

He quickly read through the two letters, his expression turning serious.

Then, his gaze fell on the phrase "the hand that delivers the letter".

Silence fell over the office.

Xu Lan looked nervously at the editor-in-chief, awaiting his decision.

She knew that this matter had gone beyond the scope of a literary editor's job.

This involves reality, the law, and may even involve danger.

Wang De'an remained silent for a full minute.

He wasn't looking at the computer, but at the lights outside the window that symbolized the city's order.

Finally, he turned around, his voice steady and powerful.

"Xiao Xu, I understand."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the endless stream of cars below.

"We can't just publish healing stories."

"We also want to be a part of the story."

He turned around and looked at Xu Lan.

"Use our magazine's legal resources to try and verify the source of this letter, and contact the local women's federation and police!"

"Find this child named Xiaoduo for me!"