On the night of early spring, the faint chirping of insects could already be heard on Long Island.

The charming smell of grass and trees at night makes the evening wind lingering and full of memories.

Right now, Sean Dickinson is standing in the shadows outside the back door of the Long Island mansion. The body shape and shadow are perfectly blended. He is waiting quietly at the moment.

A gray three-tone nighthawk stayed on a branch outside the front door of the Long Island Mansion, and the light still lit in the garden illuminated its small jewel-like eyes.

Sean closed his eyes at the moment and was using the bird's sight to observe the front door.

This is Evan Burns' secret technique, which is very useful when monitoring.

Sean tens of thousands didn't lead his team, and he didn't even bring Olivia -- in this countermeasure mission, privacy is paramount.

Through the eyes of three nighthawks, he saw Bill's two "diners", standing outside the gate of the mansion, dealing with three drunken drinkers who said goodbye in a sloppy manner.

The twelve-member band had finished their meal and was picking up the box containing the musical instruments to leave.

The dozen or so servants in the mansion were tidying up the messy scene with expressionless faces—they seemed to be quite proficient in this, the wind was blowing under their feet, the route was woven, and the speed of cleaning up was astonishingly fast.

The latest "Bill's Party" is over. As if the heat was pushed too high just now, the deserted depression is returning to this place more clearly at this moment.

High in the mansion, the lights were on in the most central room—as before, after the party, Bill was enjoying a hot bath while listening to the symphony played on the vinyl record player. And his two secret bodyguards were waiting outside the bathroom...

it's time.

The shadow behind the door opened his eyes, and the stars in the tide were covered 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 across the courtyard wall, and Sean walked into the deserted, dark and uninhabited turf in the backyard.

One step, one step... Approaching the mansion, Sean pondered his countermeasure plan——

In order to achieve the effect of warning, Sean used some divine power quotas in the past few days to create a third horror work with that scarlet pen.

The inspiration for that work came from a recent trip to the north.

In that story, the person experiencing horror is trapped in a winter forest from which there is no escape, while the ubiquitous hungry beasts, and even the towering starvation rage deity are rounding up him...

This is a work that can inspire the deepest fear in the heart.

Sean intends to cast the light of this red sun on Bill's soul, dye his eyes scarlet, and let him run away endlessly in cold, hunger and extreme fear under Wendigo's pursuit. hide……

Of course, he will precisely control the dose. Make sure Bill doesn't get scared to death by the power of the City of Two Suns or go insane forever from here on out.

He wants to make sure that Bill won't be able to take a step out of the front door because of fear for a month, and he also wants to make sure that Bill will never dare to confront Sean Dickinson again...

In this way, his plan to seduce Ms. Tarot will be in vain, and the revenge farce between them will also end.

Thinking like this, Sean took one step at a time, walking towards the mansion where the lights gradually went out.

However, what Sean didn't expect was that under the hazy 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 the lower body, outlined a perfect and proud arc.

The hair is lit by the moonlight, reflecting a metallic sheen.

With one hand on her hips and the other hand hanging down naturally, she stood in front of Sean without too much emotion, or in other words, hiding all kinds of emotions.

The moon did not speak to her. She wears a golden opera mask on her face, which seems to symbolize a dazzling era - the "Golden Queen", the King-level mask of actress functions.

Nightingale became queen.

"Cathy..." It was the first time that Sean called Catherine like this, and he blurted out a bit strangely, but he felt natural after saying it, "You've been promoted."

Catherine stood in front of Sean not enthusiastically, and nodded slightly: "Yes - two weeks ago."

Meeting Catherine at this time made Sean a little confused: "What are you doing here?"

Catherine took a breath, then sighed - Sean couldn't see her emotions: "What are you doing here?"

Uh—I'm going to frame Long Island Bill. Can you answer that? Sean thought a little bit dumbfounded.

Before he spoke, the actress who 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 connection you have between you, don't shoot at 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 she didn't expect to meet again, and she actually wanted to obstruct her own affairs.

"Why?" Something was "rolling" in Sean's heart, as if the water was about to boil, his heart was hot.

There was no softness or warmth in Katherine's tone: "If I could tell you, I would definitely tell you, wouldn't I?"

Again.

Katherine always gives herself some unpleasant advice. There is no denying that those suggestions have saved themselves.

But this time...she actually protected that Bill?

"I've already investigated him. I can handle the rest." Sean's voice had to turn cold.

"I didn't mean those things, I didn't mean that you would cause trouble..." Catherine said, "You really can't touch Bill right now."

The water is boiling, hot. Sean frowned: "Why are you protecting this man?"

She heard the anger behind Sean's somewhat strange question, and her previously indifferent eyes turned into astonishment.

She blinked, as if she wanted to fan away the hesitation, and looked away: "Don't say such silly things~lightnovelpub.net~ She knows that Sean will listen to her. She also knows that Yu Jin can't explain it. What. So she chose to go outside.

Passing by Sean, the pace was very fast.

He took a deep breath, but unexpectedly he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

It wasn't just because he couldn't punish Bill that he was so angry.

Sean felt a bit absurd at the moment. He wanted to say something to her after meeting her again - he must be talking about that blushing moment in the pub.

But I didn't expect it to be such a scene. It was clearly under the moonlight, but the two of them spoke coldly about the tangled 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.

Katherine turned her head.

Sean originally thought that he would face the blame of the former "mentor" again.

He didn't expect that what he saw was a pair of twinkling eyes and a somewhat helpless expression.

He could see that she was a little remorseful, and she obviously wanted to say something but couldn't.

He never imagined that a woman like Catherine would show 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 let go of the hand that grabbed her wrist: "I don't want to go." As if to promise someone close.

Katherine Haley blinked, feeling a slight pain in her wrist, and was a little discouraged that she didn't get angry about it.

She didn't say anything, and walked into the darkness step by step.