On early spring nights, the faint chirping of insects can already be heard on Long Island.
The charming smell of green grass and trees at night makes the evening breeze lingering and full of memories.
At this moment, Sean Dickinson stood in the shadows outside the back door of the Long Island mansion. The figure and shadow blend together perfectly. He is waiting quietly now.
A gray three-call nighthawk rested on a branch outside the front door of Long Island Mansion, its small jewel-like eyes illuminated by the lights still on in the garden.
Sean had his eyes closed now and was using the bird's vision to observe the front door.
This is Evan Burns's secret technique, which is very useful when conducting surveillance.
Sean Tens of Thousands did not lead his own team, not even Olivia - in this countermeasure mission, stealth was paramount.
Through the eyes of Three Nighthawks, he saw two of Bill's "diners" standing outside the gate of the mansion, dealing with three drunken drinkers who were sloppy in saying goodbye.
The twelve-member band had finished their meal and were picking up the boxes containing their instruments to leave.
A dozen servants in the mansion were cleaning up the messy scene with expressionless expressions - they seemed to be quite skilled at this. The wind was blowing under their feet and the route was weaving, and they were cleaning up at an alarming speed.
The latest "Bill's Party" is over. As if the heat had been pushed too high just now, the desolation and depression are now returning to this place more vividly.
High up in the mansion, the light was on in the central room - just like before, after the party, Bill was listening to the symphony playing on the vinyl record player while enjoying a hot bath after being tipsy. And his two probing bodyguards were waiting outside the bathroom...
it's time.
The shadow behind the door opened its eyes, and the stars in the sea tide were obscured by clouds and mist.
The belief in the night wind worked very clearly on him, and he was like a part of the night. The night wind blew through the courtyard wall, and Sean walked into the deserted, dark, deserted lawn in the backyard.
Step by step... approaching the mansion, Sean thought about his counter plan——
In order to achieve the warning effect, Sean used some of his divine power quota in the past few days to create a third terrifying work with that scarlet pen.
That work was inspired by a recent trip north.
In that story, a man who has experienced horror is trapped in a winter forest from which he cannot escape, and hungry beasts are everywhere, and even the towering Hungry Rampage himself is hunting him...
This is a work that inspires the deepest fears in the heart.
Sean plans to project the light of this red sun onto Bill's soul, dyeing his eyes scarlet, and letting him run endlessly in cold, hunger and extreme fear, hunted by the Wendigo. hide……
Of course, he would control the dosage precisely. Make sure Bill doesn't get scared to death or permanently driven mad by the power of the Two Suns.
What he wants to ensure is that within a month, Bill will be unable to take a step out of the front door because of fear, and he also wants to ensure that Bill never dares to confront Sean Dickinson from now on...
In this way, his plan to seduce Lady Taro will come to nothing, and the farce of revenge between them will also come to an end.
With this in mind, Sean walked step by step towards the mansion where the lights were gradually extinguished.
However, what Sean didn't expect was that under the dim moonlight, he saw a figure walking out from behind the bushes in front of him.
The man was wearing a white silk shirt, which, like the dark blue jeans on his lower body, outlined a perfect and proud curve.
The hair was illuminated by the moonlight, reflecting a metallic luster.
She put one hand on her hips and the other hand drooped naturally, standing in front of Sean without too many emotions, or in other words, hiding all kinds of emotions.
Neither the moon nor her spoke. She wears a golden opera mask on her face, which seems to symbolize a dazzling era - the "Golden Queen", the King-level mask for actresses.
The nightingale became queen.
"Cathy..." This was the first time Sean called Catherine this way. It was a bit strange to blurt out, but after saying it, it felt natural, "You have been promoted."
Catherine stood in front of Sean without enthusiasm and nodded slightly: "Yes - it happened two weeks ago."
Meeting Catherine at this time made Sean a little confused: "What are you doing here?"
Catherine took a breath, and then sighed - Sean couldn't see her emotion: "What are you doing here again?"
Uh--I'm going to frame Long Island Bill. Can you answer this? Sean thought a little dumbfounded.
Before he could speak, the actress whom he hadn't seen for a long time said: "Xiao, I know what you are here for...
"What I want to tell you is, no matter what the relationship is between you, don't take action against him."
Sean looked at each other in surprise. He often thinks of her and knows that sooner or later he will meet her again. But he didn't expect that when they met again, she would stop him.
"Why?" Something was "rolling" in Sean's heart, as if water was about to boil, and his heart was burning.
There was no softness or warmth in Catherine's tone: "If I could tell you, I would definitely tell you, wouldn't I?"
That's it again.
Catherine always gave herself some bad advice. It is undeniable that those suggestions have saved me.
But this time...she actually protected that Bill?
"I've already investigated him. I can handle the rest." Sean's voice had to become colder.
"I'm not talking about those things, I'm not saying you're going to get into trouble..." Catherine said, "You really can't touch Bill right now."
The water is boiling and hot. Sean frowned: "Why do you want to protect this man?"
She could hear the anger behind Sean's somewhat strange question, and her previously cold eyes turned into astonishment.
She blinked, as if to slap away the hesitation, and looked away: "Don't say such stupid things."
She knew Sean would listen to her. She also knew that there was nothing she could explain now. So she chose to walk outside.
Passing by Sean, the pace was fast.
He took a deep breath and unexpectedly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
He was so angry not just because he couldn't punish Bill.
Sean felt a little ridiculous at the moment. He had previously thought about what he would say to her when he met her again - it would definitely be about that blushing and heart-pounding moment in the pub.
But I didn't expect it to be such a scene. It was clearly under the moonlight, but the two people were talking coldly about the entangled matters. He didn't like her attitude at the moment.
I don’t know what else to say, but I just want to keep her.
Catherine turned her head.
Sean originally thought he would have to face the blame of his former "mentor" again.
He didn't expect that what he saw was a pair of flashing eyes and a somewhat helpless expression.
He could see that she was a little remorseful, and that she obviously wanted to say something but couldn't.
He had never imagined that a woman like Catherine would have such an expression.
Sean suddenly understood——
A woman would never show such an expression to someone who doesn't care.
So the anger subsided in an instant. He was even a little ashamed of his anger.
He released his grip on her wrist and said, "I won't go." It was as if he was promising someone close to him.
Katherine Haley blinked, feeling a slight pain in her wrist, a little frustrated that she didn't get angry about it.
She said nothing more and walked into the darkness step by step.
