Trevor Stanley and the nanny Lisa both passed out, with white light spinning under their eyelids.
The power of "Naiya Divine Feather" will make them forget the visit of the "undead" just now.
Of course, it won't have any lasting impact on the poor screenwriter.
After leaving Stanley's house, the Explorer playing cards in his shirt pocket vibrated.
There was news from Catherine.
She has confirmed that the second target, Jerry Chalk, is not the retired Explorer they are looking for either.
On the target list, only Dutton Longman is left.
A man in his early thirties.
Mr. Longman started his career as an actor. He was quite thoughtful and later began to write screenplays.
And his residence is not far from where Sean and Moonlight are at this time.
It's night time at this time, which is very suitable for "testing methods" of moonlight. The New York reporter shook the card and told the actress that they would immediately go to Longman's house to investigate.
——
Also located on a quiet street in the South District, the Longman house is a wooden house painted blue. The bay windows of the house are painted white, and the garden is well-manicured. The people who live in it look like A family that manages life in an orderly manner.
"Could it be him?" Looking at the profile photo of Darden Longman in his hand, Sean had a premonition that things might not go well.
Maybe the "intellectual world" they are looking for is because they chose to retire due to excessive mental shock, so they can no longer continue to create?
Is it the wrong direction to look for new screenwriters?
Putting the photo back in his pocket, Sean shook his head slightly: "Whatever, we're here anyway, just do the test as before."
Unlike Mr. Stanley, who was having passion at home, the Longmans now seemed happy and happy.
At this moment, Mr. Longman was smoking in the study room, while his wife was playing with their children in the living room.
To avoid scaring small children, now is a good time to test.
Sean nodded toward the moonlight. The pianist from the sea moved his hands in the darkness and played the second chapter of "Unknown Nocturne" - "Yesterday's Carnival."
However, when playing, he tightened his strength and did not inject too much spiritual power, so he would not create a scene of "devils dancing wildly"...
Just a solitary dance of the dead.
To Moonlight, he actually feels quite cute.
However, for ordinary people, it is a haunted incident that will scare people into fainting.
Mr. Longman, who was sitting in his study and smoking his pipe, suddenly heard the sound of a piano.
He frowned, first raised his gaze, then stood up and began to search for the source of the piano sound.
Then, at the door of the study, he saw a rotting, slowly dancing undead...
Langwen's eyes were sharp: "How come there are undead people in the house?
"It blocks the exit...
"Don't disturb Ava and the kids downstairs.
"Just fix it right here!"
Facing the undead without too much fear, Longman, like a explorer, picked up the pen infused with his own spirituality from the desk.
"Damn it!" He cursed secretly, "It's been so long since I've been on a mission, I can't even remember the stories I created before..."
"Only the most recently created stories can be used!"
He closed his eyes tightly, and the tip of the pen in his hand lit up——
Thoughts are converted into words, words constitute descriptions, and descriptions create an "intellectual world"...
Behind the screenwriter who closed his eyes tightly, a dreamlike color appeared...
Among the colors, it seemed to be the Colosseum of the ancient Wem Empire.
The mountains roared in the Colosseum as the spectators seemed to cheer for their hero.
A tall figure stood behind Mr. Longman against the light. The majestic light radiating from his body weakened the dull and lifeless glimmer of the undead.
Sean and Yueguang, who were standing outside the window, looked at each other excitedly.
Just when Mr. Longman, who was holding the pen tightly, was planning to take a step closer to completely drive away the undead spirit that appeared inexplicably...
He heard a knocking sound coming from the window behind him.
"Mr. Longman!"
Dutton Longman turned around suddenly, but only saw a burst of white glare.
…
After a while, Longman's wife Ava opened her husband's room: "I just heard what seemed like a sound. What happened, dear?"
Langwen, who had just finished digesting the white light in his eyes, stood in the middle of the room a little dull.
It seems like something terrible happened just now...
He tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember anything.
What is going on?
"Are you okay, honey?"
Dutton Longman woke up from his daze: "Oh, I'm fine - maybe I'm too tired."
After comforting his wife, Longman closed the door and sat at the desk.
When he was about to collect his emotions and start his evening work, he saw a card on the table.
Seeing this card, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.
It was a piece of hard paper with a faint blue color, and at the footer, there was a sign "Peering into the Mysterious Eyes".
The writing on this kind of paper can only be seen by people with spiritual powers.
Moreover, it will spontaneously ignite and disappear after a certain period of time, ensuring that it will not be seen by irrelevant people...
"Seeker's Note."
A consumable spiritual item.
Seeing things from the mysterious world appear again in his home, Longman was a little angry: Damn...according to the confidentiality agreement, my life should not be disturbed anymore!
However, the other side of his heart also knew that it was impossible to completely cut off from the past.
At least, the other party did not find me directly, but used cards to convey information...
This slightly easing approach allowed him to slowly open the card without much resistance.
After browsing through it quickly, the blue card spontaneously ignited in his hand. The cold flame seemed to have no temperature and licked Longman's fingers. His expression remained unchanged.
"I promise not to interfere in my personal life. If I have something to ask, I will leave after asking..."
Langwen was silent for a while, sighed, got up and walked out of the study...
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There is a large area of undeveloped grassland behind the block where Lang Wen's house is located. Sean and Yueguang have already put on their masks and are waiting quietly.
"Basically, we can rule out the possibility that he is the mastermind behind this," Sean said.
Moonlight nodded, and the miniature crescent moon above his head stood still: "Yes, his spiritual power is clean and pure, and full of vivid imagination. There is no way for people who are involved in evil to pretend to be so realistic."
"In other words, he should have entered that theater as an investigator...
"If his memory is complete, I believe he can provide us with a lot of effective information..."
Moonlight squinted her eyes and looked in one direction, threw the half-smoked cigarette into the soil, and stepped on it hard: "He's coming."
The two exchanged glances, and in order to create a strong atmosphere of questioning, they were ready to "reappear"...
