The Modern Age of the Mysterious

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After Catherine obtained the "New Zealand Screenwriters Guild Roster", they found three names based on several characteristics such as "young", "having a work published", and "living in the New Testament".

Trevor Stanley, Jerry Chuck, and Dutton Longman

Looking at the three names on the paper, Sean couldn't help but imagine: "The retired 'rational world' may be among these three..."

In order to narrow the scope, Sean also searched the newspapers of the past in his "archive".

Since the fame of the three people is still very limited, there are not many records in the old newspapers.

However, when Sean was looking through it, he saw a shocking report about the screenwriting industry.

"Master and apprentice turned against each other? After the young screenwriter Wordsworth killed his teacher Adams Mourning's family, he committed suicide in his mansion..."

Adams Mourning is a master of musical and dance drama, and a famous literary and artistic figure in White Street and even in the whole of Newland.

The headline of the news evoked Sean's memory. This murder happened five years ago, even Sean, who was still on the other side of the ocean, had heard a little about it.

This "old news" has nothing to do with the investigation, but considering the possible future writing of "horror literature", Sean quickly finished the report.

Wordsworth, a young man living in the house of the great screenwriter Adams Mourning, was his student.

In one night, Wordsworth killed all five of his mentor's family.

"Presumably, I fell into madness because I was too involved in the creation..."

Sean knows that without the right approach and mindset, creators are always the most likely to fall into madness.

The second half of the report contains a detailed description of what happened at the murder scene.

Too **** and bizarre, those depictions even made Sean frown.

However, Sean knows that this is the unspoken rule of the newspaper industry - the more curious, **** and weird the content, the more sales of the newspaper will be promoted.

Therefore, Sean didn't quite believe the vivid description of the whole murder process in the second half of the newspaper.

Whether it is the great screenwriter Mourning, or the young talented Wordsworth, in fact, they all have a happy and happy life.

Unexpectedly, disaster came suddenly.

The huge negative pressure of creation actually drove a young man crazy and turned him into a sudden disaster.

This is an outright tragedy.

Pulling away from her somewhat gloomy mood, Catherine has already assigned the investigation task: "You go to visit Trevor Stanley, and I will approach Jerry Chuck. The investigation should be completed within a day as much as possible..."

According to the address provided on the guild roster, Sean and Moonlight quickly arrived near Stanley's house.

It was a three-story wooden house in the southern district, with a big banyan tree outside the door.

At this moment, the sun had set, and only three floors of Stanley's house could be seen lit.

Standing farther away, both Sean and Moonlight turned on their spiritual vision.

Seeing the situation in the room on the third floor, both Sean and Moonlight were a little surprised.

"Uh... From the perspective of soul concentration and color, he is just an ordinary person."

"However, isn't it the basic skill of an explorer to disguise the concentration of the soul?"

"That's right—it looks like that's the only way to go."

"However, if you use it at this time, it may have some bad effects on him..."

"It doesn't matter, I have a way." Sean said, "Maybe, this time is the best time to test..."

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On the third floor of the wooden house, Trevor Stanley was frantically "pecking" the neck of the nanny Lisa like a woodpecker.

Mrs. Stanley took the two children out on vacation. Mr. Stanley and the nanny Lisa, who had always had an affair, were unscrupulously in the study and staged a passionate moment...

"Wait, Trevor, do you hear anything?" The nanny seemed more wary.

Stopping the "pecking," straightening up, Stanley listened carefully—he wanted to make sure it wasn't the engine of his wife's Ford.

"What kind of sound?" Stanley wanted to continue to taste the fragrance, "how can there be a sound?"

Just as he was about to lean down, he heard.

It was a faint sound of the piano.

The neighbor's child is practicing the piano again?

However, she can't play so well?

do not care! It doesn't matter who he plays the piano, as long as it's not the sound of her coming back!

"Oh, Trevor, go take a look!" Lisa, the nanny, was worried even though her neck was itchy.

"Oh, no!" Trevor was a little annoyed. "It's just the neighbors playing the piano, no big deal!"

There is no way. At this time, the object of blood supply is not the brain, and the smart and wise screenwriter cannot think at all at this time.

In Lisa's ears, the piano sound was a little weird.

She had never felt this way before - when she heard a piece of music, a picture appeared in her mind.

She saw a melancholy figure playing a melody like the night wind under the crescent moon and the dead tree.

Stanley, who has completely closed off his other senses, is only concerned with making the journey of his own lips head toward the "south"...

This journey has just set foot on the soft "hillside", Lisa hugged her head.

He was very satisfied with Lisa's reaction: "Oh, yes! Baby! That's it!"

"Traver!" Lisa's voice trembled.

"Yes, call my name, baby!"

"Traver!" she called out louder.

"Oh...don't make your voice too loud, baby!" The confused screenwriter raised his head, only to find Lisa's blue eyes staring closely behind him.

It turned out that the trembling voice just now was not because of the burning of love jade, but because of fear.

Seeing that terrified look in his eyes, Stanley thought that Lisa saw his wife standing behind him.

He suddenly became tense, his body softened with fear, he turned his head suddenly, and he saw—

An undead with rotting limbs, exuding a gleam of sorrow, is at the door, dancing a strange dance slowly with the sound of the piano from hell.

"what!!!!!"

"what!!!!!"

The scream resounded through the sky of the block~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the room, there was no means of counteracting the Wraith.

Sean and Moonlight, who had already entered the room, glanced at each other outside the door: they saw the undead but didn't take action - he was not a retired explorer.

In order to ensure that Mr. Stanley was not deliberately hiding his clumsiness, Moonlight used the sound of the piano to control the undead step by step toward the two who had stolen the rape...

Lisa, the nanny, was still screaming, and she was about to faint... Trevor, who didn't know what was going on, was trembling with fright and babbling nonsense.

"Okay."

Moonlight stopped the mischief.

Sean opened the door slowly, and the Zeiss camera's flash and his eyes burst into flames at the same time.

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