The Modern Age of the Mysterious

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Trevor Stanley and the nanny Lisa both passed out, white lights swirling under their eyelids.

The power of "Naia Shenyu" will make them forget the visit of the "undead" just now.

Of course, it won't have any lasting impact on the poor screenwriter.

Leaving Stanley's house, the explorer playing cards in his shirt pocket vibrated.

News came from Catherine.

She's confirmed that the second target, Jerry Chuck, isn't the retired explorer they're looking for either.

On the target list, only Dutton Longman remains.

A man in his early thirties.

Mr. Longman made his debut as an actor, and he had a lot of ideas before he started writing the screenplay.

And his place of residence is not far from where Sean and Moonlight are at this time.

It was night time, perfect for the "testing means" of the moonlight. The New Testament reporter shook the card and informed the actress that they would immediately go to Longman's house to investigate.

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Also on a quiet street in the Southern District, the Longmans are a blue-painted timber-framed house with white oriel windows and a well-manicured garden—inhabiting it, it looks like a A family that manages life in an orderly manner.

"Will it be him?" Looking at the profile photo of Dutton Longman in his hand, Sean had a hunch that it might not go well.

Maybe the "intellectual world" they are looking for is because they have suffered excessive mental shock and chose to retire, so they can't continue to create?

Is it a wrong direction to look for new screenwriters?

Putting the photo back in his pocket, Sean shook his head gently: Who cares, he's here anyway, so let's test it according to the previous method.

Unlike Mr. Stanley, who staged a passion at home, the Longmans seemed happy now.

At the moment, Mr. Longman was smoking in the study, and his wife was playing in the living room with a pair of children.

To avoid scaring your child, now is a good time to test.

Sean nodded towards the moonlight. The pianist from the sea, with his hands in the darkness, played the second chapter of "Nocturne" - "Belonging to 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 "dancing demons"...

Just a solitary dance of the dead.

As far as Moonlight is concerned, he actually feels quite cute.

However, for ordinary people, it is a haunted event that will scare fainting.

Sitting in the study, Mr. Longman, who was smoking a pipe, suddenly heard a piano sound.

He frowned, his eyes lifted first, then he got up and started searching for the source of the piano sound.

Then, at the door of the study, he saw a rotting undead slowly dancing...

Longman's eyes narrowed: "How come there are undead at home?

"It blocked the exit...

"Can't disturb Ava and the kids downstairs.

"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, "I haven't been on a mission for too long, and I don't remember the stories I created before..."

"You can only use recently created stories!"

He closed his eyes tightly, the tip of the pen in his hand lit up—

Thinking is transformed into words, words form descriptions, and descriptions create the "intellectual world"...

Behind the screenwriter with his eyes closed, a dream-like color appeared...

Among the colors, it seems to be the Colosseum of an ancient Wenmu Empire.

The mountains roared in the Colosseum, and the audience seemed to cheer for their hero.

A tall figure turned against the light and stood behind Mr. Longman. The majestic light emanating from his body weakened the deadly dull gleam of the undead.

Sean and Moonlight, who were standing outside the window peeking at each other, looked at each other excitedly.

Just as Mr. Longman, who was holding the pen tightly, planned to take a step closer and completely dispel the inexplicable undead...

He heard a "knocking" from the window behind him.

"Mr. Longman!"

Dutton Longman turned his head suddenly, only to see a white glare.

...

Moments later, Longman's wife, Ava, opened her husband's room: "I just heard what seems to be something. What happened, dear?"

Longman, who had just digested the white light in his eyes, stood sluggishly in the center of the room.

Something terrible just seems to have happened...

He struggled to recall, but couldn't remember anything.

What the **** is going on?

"Are you all right, dear?"

Dutton Longman woke up from the daze: "Oh, I'm fine - maybe I'm too tired."

Comforting his wife, Longman closed the door and sat at the desk.

Just as he was about to pack up his emotions, when he started work at night, he saw a card on the table.

Seeing this card, he had a long-lost sense of familiarity.

It was a piece of hard paper with a faint blue, with a "peeping into the mysterious eye" sign in the footer.

The text on this kind of paper can only be seen by those with spiritual power.

Moreover, it will spontaneously disappear after a certain period of time, ensuring that it will not be seen by irrelevant people...

"Explorer's Note".

A consumable psychic item.

Seeing the things of the mysterious world appearing in his home again, Longman was a little angry: Damn... According to the non-disclosure agreement, my life should not be disturbed again!

However, the other side of his heart also knows that it is impossible to completely cut with the past.

At least, the other party did not find him directly, but used cards to transmit information...

This slightly gentle method made him not have too much resistance, but slowly opened the card.

After quickly browsing, the faint blue card ignited spontaneously in his hand. The cold flame seemed to have no temperature. He licked Longman's fingers, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Promise not to interfere with my private life, if I have something to ask, I will leave after asking..."

Longman was silent for a while, sighed, got up and walked outside the study...

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The block where Lang Wen's house is located ~www.readwn.com~ has a large undeveloped grass behind. Sean and Moonlight have already put on their masks and waited quietly.

"Basically, it can be ruled out that he is the mastermind behind the scenes," Sean said.

Moonlight nodded, the miniature crescent above his head stagnated: "Yes, his spiritual power is pure and pure, full of smart imagination. There is no way to pretend to be so realistic when you are involved in evil."

"In other words, he should have entered that theater as an investigator back then...

"If his memory is complete, I believe it can provide us with a lot of effective information..."

Moonlight squinted and looked in one direction, threw the half-smoked cigarette into the soil, and stepped on it hard: "He's here."

The two exchanged glances, and in order to create a strong atmosphere for questioning, they were ready to "reappear"...

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