After Catherine obtained the "New Zealand Writers Guild List" and checked based on several characteristics such as "young", "has published works", and "living in the New Testament", they found three names.
They are, Trevor Stanley, Jerry Chalk 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 people..."
In order to narrow down the scope, Sean also searched newspapers from the past in his "archives".
Since the reputation of the three people is still very limited, there are not many records in newspapers in the past.
However, when Sean was casually browsing, he saw a shocking report about the screenwriting industry.
"Master and disciple turned against each other? The young screenwriter Wordsworth killed his teacher Adams Mourning's family and then committed suicide in his mansion..."
Adams Mourning is a master librettist of musicals and a well-known figure in the literary and artistic circles on White Street and throughout Newland.
The headline of the news evoked Sean's memory. Even Sean, who was still on the other side of the ocean, had heard about this murder that happened five years ago.
This "old news" had nothing to do with the investigation. However, considering the possible writing of "horror literature" in the future, Sean quickly read the report.
Wordsworth, the young man who lived in the home of the great screenwriter Adams Mourning, was his student.
One night, Wordsworth killed all five members of his mentor's family.
"It is speculated that he fell into madness because he was too devoted to creation..."
Sean knows that without the right methods and mentality, creators are always the ones most likely to fall into madness.
The second half of the report contains a detailed description of what happened at the murder scene.
Because they were too bloody and weird, those descriptions even made Sean frown.
However, Sean knew that this was an unspoken rule in the newspaper industry—the more bizarre, bloody, and weird the content was, the more sales it could boost newspaper sales.
Therefore, Sean didn't quite believe the vivid description of the entire murder process in the second half of the newspaper.
Whether it is the great screenwriter Mourning or the young talent Wordsworth, they all actually have a happy and happy life.
Unexpectedly, disaster struck 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 depressed mood, Catherine had already assigned an investigation task: "You go visit Trevor Stanley, and I'll get close to Jerry Chuck. The investigation will be completed within one day..."
According to the address provided in the guild register, Sean and Moonlight soon arrived near Stanley's house.
It was a three-story wooden house located in the South District, with a big banyan tree outside the door.
At this moment, the sun has set, and you can see that only the third floor of Stanley's house has lights on.
Standing far away, Sean and Yueguang both turned on their spiritual vision.
Sean and Yueguang were both a little surprised when they saw the situation in the room on the third floor.
"Well... Judging from the concentration and color of his soul, he is just an ordinary person."
"However, isn't disguising the concentration of the soul a basic skill for the explorer?"
"That's right - it seems that's the only way."
"However, if used at this time, it may have some bad effects on him..."
"It doesn't matter, I have a way." Sean said, "Maybe this is the best time to test..."
——
On the third floor of the wooden house, Trevor Stanley was frantically "pecking" at the neck of the nanny Lisa like a woodpecker.
Mrs. Stanley went on vacation with her two children. Mr. Stanley and the nanny Lisa, who had always had an affair, were unscrupulously having a passionate moment in the study...
"Wait, Trevor, did you hear anything?" The nanny seemed more alert.
Stanley stopped pecking and straightened up. He listened carefully - he wanted to make sure it wasn't the engine sound of his wife's Ford.
"What's the sound?" Stanley, who was impatient and wanted to continue savoring the beauty, said, "Where is the sound?"
Just as he was about to lean down, he heard it.
It was a faint sound of piano.
The neighbor's kid is practicing piano again?
However, she doesn't play so delicately, does she?
do not care! It doesn’t matter who plays the piano, as long as it’s not the sound of her coming back!
"Oh, Trevor, go and have a look!" Although her neck was itchy, the nanny Lisa was still worried.
"Oh, no!" Trevor was a little annoyed, "It's just the neighbor playing the piano, it's no big deal!"
There is no way, the blood supply is not to the brain at this time, and the clever screenwriter cannot think at all at this time.
In Lisa's ears, the sound of the piano was a bit strange.
She had never felt like this before - when she heard a piece of music, a picture appeared in her mind.
She saw a melancholy figure, playing a music as sad as the night wind under the new moon and dead trees.
Stanley, who had completely closed off his other senses, only focused on letting his lips travel towards the "South"...
Just as they set foot on the soft "hillside" during this journey, Lisa hugged her head.
He was very satisfied with Lisa's reaction: "Oh, yes! Baby! That's it!"
"Trevor!" Lisa's voice trembled.
"Yes, call my name, baby!"
"Trevor!" she yelled louder.
"Oh... don't be too loud, baby!" The confused screenwriter raised his head, only to find Lisa's blue eyes staring closely behind him.
It turns out that the trembling voice just now was not because of the burning love jade, but because of fear.
Seeing the extremely frightened look in his eyes, Stanley thought Lisa saw his wife standing behind him.
He suddenly became nervous, his body weakened with fear, and he turned his head suddenly, and he saw——
An undead body with rotting limbs, exuding a sad shimmer, was at the door, slowly dancing a strange dance in conjunction with the piano sound from hell.
"ah!!!!!"
"ah!!!!!"
Screams filled the neighborhood.
There was no means of countering the resentful soul in the room.
Sean and Yueguang, who had already climbed into the room, looked at each other outside the door: they saw the undead but did not 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 to walk step by step towards the two men who had committed the crime...
Nanny Lisa was still screaming and seemed about to faint... But Trevor, who didn't know what was happening, was shaking with fear and talking nonsense.
"That's it."
Moonlight ceased her mischief.
Sean slowly opened the door, and the flash of the Zeiss camera and his eyes flashed at the same time.
