Screenwriter Mystery

san marino.

Zhao Yuan looked at the few green faces that appeared in the system, thoughtful.

On the other hand, the three people involved in the script are still continuing their arguments.

"...If you investigate further, you will find that the so-called 'Supernatural Squad' is in fact just a group of guys who make a name for themselves. They have no achievements worth mentioning in the war at all, and later they have been reduced to scientific research and psychology. The research team was finally dismissed by the federal government, if there really is a so-called supernatural force in the 'supernatural team', do you think the federation would make such a decision?"

"In fact, not only the Pentagon, but all over the world have established similar organizations, but all the results have proved that 'supernatural power' is just a hoax invented by humans, just like a spoon in your hand."

"Steve!"

Sensing that the black man's tone was getting heavier and heavier, Matt, who had been silent next to him, stopped him.

Glancing at Matt next to him, the black young man named Steve hesitated for a while, and finally closed his mouth.

"…"

And Matt persuaded the silent Andrew: "Andrew, you know, Steve has always been straight and straightforward, and he has no ill intentions."

As he spoke, Matt's eyes swept over the broken spoon in Andrew's hand subconsciously.

"I know."

Feeling Matt's gaze, Andrew's hand holding the handle of the spoon involuntarily tightened. He picked up the backpack and left without turning his head.

"Andrew, Andrew..."

Looking at the back of the thin young man leaving, Matt hurriedly shouted a few times.

"Forget it, what I said wasn't a lie."

Seeing this, Steve, who was sitting beside him, curled his lips and couldn't help but muttered: "What 'supernatural' is a fictional thing, and only he can believe that it's all true."

"Okay, Steve, just a few more words."

Seeing this time, Steve, who was still chattering, turned his head and snorted at him.

"You know Andrew's situation, and there's a reason why he's passionate about 'supernatural'."

Hearing Matt's words, Steve closed his mouth.

…

san marino.

Looking at the scene of the three people arguing through the system panel, Zhao Yuan quickly gained a certain degree of understanding of the actors selected by the system.

Of the three, no doubt.

Andrew is a staunch advocate of 'supernatural powers'.

In contrast, another black young man obviously did not believe all of this. As for the rest of Matt, he also seemed to not think that there was a supernatural existence, but in order to take care of Andrew's emotions, he did not like the black Steve. Export dismantled.

The system selected these three different people to participate in the script, which seemed to have a deep meaning.

…

In his mind, he pondered what kind of expressions these three young people would have when they approached the existence of 'supernatural power' completely differently.

On the other side, on the system panel, Andrew was walking in the middle of the school with a gloomy face.

"It seems that the protagonist selected by the system this time is Andrew."

Looking at the screen in the system, Zhao Yuan quickly reacted.

The whole script of "Strange Pool" seems to be driven by Andrew.

Under his gaze, the crowd of Andrew passing through the school in the broken panel seemed out of tune with the lively scene around him.

The next system screen looks a bit boring.

Andrew took the bus back to his residence, a dilapidated apartment.

"I'm back, Mom!"

Opening the door, through the system's surround, Zhao Yuan saw a seriously ill mother lying on the bed with a respirator on her nose, and empty wine bottles were everywhere in the dilapidated and messy room.

Frowning, he swept the empty wine bottle on the table to the ground and made a clanging sound.

"You're back, Andrew."

Awakened by the sound from the living room, the mother lying on the bed asked in a weak voice.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Actually, I've already eaten out, Mom."

In the face of his mother's concern, Andrew lied casually.

Carrying his schoolbag, he got into his narrow room.

Throwing the backpack on the bed, Andrew came to the computer, the old desktop computer made a low sound and turned on, while Andrew opened a web page and entered a website with ease, and his fingers began to move quickly on the keyboard.

"You can't prove that "Smart: Ghost Recording" is fake, even the director has proved it in the show, he just got the "Smart: Ghostly Recording" video tape, and everything shot in it is real. Believe it, in fact, if you go to the Internet, you will find that there are many phenomena on the Internet that cannot be explained by science. In the recent 'Joker' shooting in New York, the laughing gas claimed by the federal government is just to cover up people's ears. Excuse, the camera was filming in a helicopter, how could it be affected by laughing gas..."

"That's just a movie, a movie, I really, don't talk to me again, man, I'm giving up, what you say is what you say."

Through the system panel, Zhao Yuan saw Andrew's arguments with others on the Internet.

The expression on Zhao Yuan's face was a little subtle. From a certain point of view, Andrew did discover some of the 'facts'.

Although "Smart: Ghost Story" is just a movie he shot, the clown is really a supernatural event of the script evolution.

Under Zhao Yuan's gaze, he saw that Andrew was constantly arguing with people about the authenticity of the supernatural on the Internet.

Looking at the computer screen, his gloomy face became more and more excited. Zhao Yuan gradually understood why the system chose him as the actor in the script of "Strange Pool".

bang-

In the room, when Andrew was immersed in the virtual world of the Internet, arguing with people.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the living room of the room.

With this huge noise, the expression on Andrew's face, who was still excited, returned to a gloomy look.

Bang, bang, bang—

Immediately afterwards, there were dull knocks and shouts from outside the locked door.

"Open the door, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Andrew!"

"Do as I say."

Facing the order of the man outside the door, Andrew had a gloomy face and stared at the direction of the door.

"No, I won't open it, you're drunk."

"What am I? Say it again Andrew!"

"Turn it on."

"I already said, I won't open the door, you're already drunk, I won't let you in and hurt me."

"It's not up to you whether I'm drunk or not, you little bastard, open the door for me!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Hearing Andrew's answer, the man's voice outside the door became a bit more irritable, and he banged on the door with a loud noise.

In the room, Andrew tightened his lips, his eyes filled with hatred.