Chatty Hollywood

Those people are back! ! !

He hid under the bed, tried to calm his breathing, and avoided being discovered by the other party.

"Boom!"

—The sound of a body hitting the floor.

The next moment, he saw a young red-haired girl lying in front of him with her eyes wide open. The girl's mouth was being torn apart by a chain full of steel thorns, as if she was opening a bloody mouth...

"ah--"

Charlotte woke up suddenly.

Because he woke up from a nightmare, his body trembled uncontrollably. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette next to him, wanting to light it up and take a puff, but then he remembered that he didn't smoke.

who I am! ?

Who is me again! ?

Asking herself these two questions over and over again that humans have never fully answered since ancient times, Charlotte's mind gradually came to her senses.

I'm Charlotte!

I am a ghost hunter, a magic house, and a master of deception who traveled from the future;

I am a person who has studied the art of slaying dragons to no avail;

I am the one who finally saw the "Dragon";

I am……

However, am I all that?

Or, is "Charlotte" all that?

He looked at the unlit cigarette that he subconsciously picked up in his hand, thought for a while, and finally put the filter in his mouth, biting it with his teeth, but still did not ignite.

Charlotte is more than that.

Charlotte is still a white youth with many troubles in life;

He is a third-rate screenwriter who wants to write a first-class script, but almost none of his works have been accepted by the production company;

He is an artist who lives and dies in the crew. He has a good knowledge of scenery and props, but he always dreams of being a director;

He is a young sex hunter who has hooked up with many hot girls, but he has never had a stable relationship;

He is not a good person, he has done such things as drugging women in wine, but he wants to do good deeds, and even gave his soul to save a girl who committed suicide;

He is drifting in Hollywood, he is not dead, but he is not alive either...

"Are there only these memories left this time?"

Charlotte sighed and looked at the mirror in front of her——

In the mirror, his face is tired, with heavy bags under his gray eyes, obviously lack of sleep; the bridge of his nose is straight, slightly aquiline, and there is a blue beard stubble on his chin, which stretches to his cheeks. Obvious beard; there is no gauze on the head, but the messy black hair looks very greasy because it was not washed in time. He was wearing a dirty plaid shirt, squinting his eyes and leaning on the chair, as if he had just woken up and was not used to the constant lights in the room.

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, how many memories of that 'Charlotte' from before?"

As soon as the words came out, Charlotte immediately covered her forehead with her left hand,

"Um, how stupid! I feel like I'm going to be a mother when I say this!"

He grumbled to himself solemnly, however, the mirror in front of him did have the taste of a magic mirror—not to mention the bronze frame and mirror frame, all kinds of strange shapes painted with cinnabar paint on the mirror surface The patterns and text really give people a mysterious feeling.

"That's all the soul can do."

Charlotte put away the coins that he stood upright in front of the mirror, while thinking about what to do next.

——At this time, it has been three months since he traveled to this era. After passing through the exciting period of being able to practice spells at the beginning, he gradually discovered that although many things can be changed in the past twenty years, people's lives are very different. Time remains the same--

I also have to be busy every day but do nothing; I also have to bend my waist for five buckets of rice,

Sometimes even the chrysanthemum is exposed when the waist is bent too much; I have to wear a fake smile every day until my jaw is sore; source;

Especially since he still lacks the original memory of this body.

Unlike many transmigrators who are lucky enough to be able to receive the memories and abilities of the original owner of the body, except for a small amount of behaviors that are proficient enough to produce body memories—like the instinctive familiarity with the geography of Los Angeles or the skillful way of drugging girls in bars— Charlotte's predecessor left him with very little memory and ability. And obviously, the ex is not like he was before time travel, he is a person with strong otaku attributes and simple interpersonal relationships, among other things, just the girls he hooked up with are enough to give Charlotte a headache now up.

Fortunately, unlike other travelers, Charlotte has mastered some spells. Faced with the mess left by his predecessor, he resolutely used the spell called soul calling, which many people knew but few understood.

The so-called soul-calling is actually the simplest thing is that after a child is frightened, his parents or grandparents call him after he sleeps. The traditional view is that this is calling for the soul of the child who has been separated from the body due to fright, but some modern doctors believe that this is a very simple psychological comfort and treatment. The spell cast by Charlotte, just like the door god before, is a secret method hidden in this folk custom that has been passed down for many years.

Of course, Charlotte herself has no children, and the soul he summons is exactly that of her predecessor. Charlotte believes that since his body has not died, his soul will not dissipate completely easily. In this way, he can naturally recall the soul that has left the body again through the method of calling the soul, so as to obtain the memory of his predecessor .

However, things didn't go well. However, it can also be said that it went well.

"The power of this guy's soul is really too weak! Don't talk about competing with me for the body, it is very difficult to retrieve the memory!"

Erasing the incantations she wrote on the bronze mirror, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh with emotion——

Yes, although Charlotte wanted to recall her predecessor's soul, Charlotte had no such noble intentions to give up her current body. For this reason, he specially drew the sealing spell on the mirror used to assist the soul call in advance, so that if the other party's soul competes with him for the body, it will be activated immediately. However, the strength of the predecessor's soul was far beyond his expectation.

"Weak to this extent, although it can't be said that the soul is gone, it's not much worse! The memories that can be retrieved are only some impressive fragments. Although the general context has been grasped, the lack of details is serious!"

Charlotte smoked an unlit cigarette, closed her eyes and pondered,

"But it's nothing. Originally, human memory is like this. If you can't remember the details, you just need to infer that your memory is not good. Anyway, this guy's life is actually not complicated. The biggest problem now is that since I have replaced He, do you want to follow the previous track?"

Charlotte couldn't help but think of the movie scripts that appeared in large numbers in the memory of her predecessor——

"It can be seen that this is his painstaking effort. Even if the soul is broken into pieces, this is the one that I remember the most. Although I personally look very ordinary, but..."

——Even if I no longer follow the trajectory of my predecessor, what should I do?

Practice spells?

This can be done at any time, although the speed is still very slow in this era;

To be a ghost master?

Although the United States is not the country that overthrew all ghosts and monsters, even here, professions such as psychics are still equivalent to liars in the eyes of ordinary people. In fact, the work of most psychics is indeed to deceive people. Charlotte was indeed a "master" before time travel, but his essential purpose was to learn to deceive people in order to practice spells, not the other way around, to learn spells to deceive people;

Taking advantage of the time-traveling advantage to make money and make a fortune?

It's not like I didn't think about it. But the problem is, let's not talk about where he got the difficult first pot of gold with a clean pocket and face. What would he do if he had the first pot of gold? He had to think about what to do in order to give full play to his prophetic advantage. Whether it is to go to the stock market to make money to surpass Buffett, or develop a technology tree to beat Jobs, after all, there must be a goal! And this goal, back to the original question - what to do?

It's impossible to change jobs casually and continue to mess around like this, right? What is the difference between that and now?

Charlotte sighed, and with this sigh, the filter-tipped cigarette that was originally held in his mouth fell off.

"Forget it, let's write this script first! Although it doesn't feel like a high-quality product, it is the painstaking effort of the predecessor after all! This can be regarded as the end of karma, so let's fulfill the wish of the predecessor! Then think about your future..."

Charlotte shook her head, finally making what was essentially a "wait and see" decision, closing her eyes again and entering a meditative state.

——Although precautions have been taken, and because the soul of the predecessor is almost drifting away, the tragedy of two souls competing for the body will not happen, but the memory of the predecessor through the soul calling for a long time will still be affected by it to some extent. Over time, even if this influence does not lead to split personality, it will always produce a lot of mental stress. Therefore, every time Charlotte finishes calling her soul, she must clear her mind through meditation to eliminate the side effects. This is why he had to ask himself "who am I" when he woke up before.

However, this meditation did not go well.

It may be because these are some of the last memories, or it may be because it really condenses the painstaking efforts of the predecessor. The horror movie script that Charlotte thought was not very interesting played back in his mind repeatedly. For him who has studied spells and ghosts for a long time, these images are not very scary, but it is a tiresome thing that cannot be cleared from his mind. until--

The police officer in front of him was dubious about his words, when a pitch-black iron arrow suddenly flew from the side and shot through the police officer's forehead.

Charlotte, who flashed the scene in his mind, sat up all of a sudden:

"This is "Fatal Turn"!!!"