Screenwriter Mystery

"…"

Outside the cabin, the atmosphere is a little dignified.

"Please come in."

creak, creak!

Jamie at the door twisted his neck and urged everyone outside the house.

"Come in, come in, come in!"

The eyes with wooden texture in the sunken eye sockets began to turn frantically. Jamie looked at the BSI who was standing outside and did not respond for a long time. The wooden joints of his body made a clattering sound, and the mainspring behind him began to rotate rapidly. The tone without the slightest fluctuation became sharp and rapid, and the mouth kept opening and closing like a broken toy puppet.

"Of course, we'll go in now."

Aware of the increasingly strong aura of danger on Jamie's body, Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes flashed a dignified look, and then stepped into the room with a smile.

As he walked into the house, the clockwork behind Jamie's back that was turning crazily began to slow down, and the shaking limbs gradually slowed down, but his wooden eyes still stared at Amanda and the others outside the house.

At the same time, not only Jamie at the door, but everyone in the wooden house behind him twisted their stiff necks and looked at BSI at the door.

Their eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, just like the envy of the dead towards the living, filling the entire wooden house with horror.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Agent Phil's spirit was extremely tense, and he wanted to pull the trigger in his hand.

At a critical moment, Detective Zhou on the side raised his hand to stop the reckless behavior of the Detective.

On the side, Amanda chose to believe the psychic's choice at the suggestion of Spike in the room.

She pressed down the muzzle, took a deep breath, and waved to BSI behind her to enter the room with her.

When passing the door, Amanda's eyes met Jamie's, and she seemed to see a look of despair from the depths of the other's wooden eyes.

However, with the BSI crowd into the wooden house.

The people who had been staring at them motionlessly regained their gazes, and even the expression on Jamie's face at the door returned to the empty, lifeless look before.

It was as if everything that had just happened in an instant was like their illusion.

However, in the previous scene, everyone's eyes full of resentment and unwillingness have long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of BSI people, and they will not be forgotten for a long time.

crunch, crunch—

Close the door, control your stiff body, and come to Amanda and the others.

Jamie moved his neck and said to the crowd with his mouth open and closed: "There is still some time before the banquet officially starts. Guests can move freely, but please do not leave the banquet hall without permission."

Looking at Jamie, who looked infiltrating in front of him, Agent Phil felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and glanced at the people around him who looked different, but the expressions on their faces were exactly the same, and couldn't help asking: " What if you leave?"

"Please don't leave the banquet hall."

Facing Agent Phil's questioning, Jamie just shook his head and repeated the monotonous answer.

After saying all this, he twisted his stiff body and walked towards the stairs step by step.

"So, what do we do next?"

Looking back at the huge clockwork behind Jamie, Amanda looked at Spike and asked.

"have no idea."

In the face of Amanda's question, Spike shook his head and said.

"have no idea?"

Hearing this, the expression on Amanda's face became astonished.

"But I know that if we didn't follow the requirements and entered the wooden house, maybe the situation we would face would be worse than the current one."

Reaching out, he took a glass from the stiff-footed waiter and took a sip.

Spike explained to Amanda: "The grotesque powers are all kinds of strange, there is no similarity, but one thing is the same, that is, the activation of any grotesque ability has its regularity, or the triggering medium, such as wood. The missing people in the house, the reason why they came to the wooden house is actually triggering the curse in the video..."

"But this kind of law is extremely fragile, and if it is broken, it will lead to even greater disasters."

When it came to breaking the rules, Amanda clearly noticed that the expression in Spike's eyes changed, although it was quickly hidden by his restraint.

"Anyway, since the grotesque brought us into the cabin and mentioned the banquet, it means we are safe at least until the banquet begins."

"So, what we need to do next is to find the sustenance on which it is based. Once the sustenance is destroyed, even the grotesque cannot continue to exist in reality."

Hearing Spike's reminder, the expressions of Amanda and the others immediately became tense.

Detective Zhou's eyes swept across the people in the wooden house, and soon found a few people not far away who were obviously dressed differently from others.

"It's the two FBI agents and the missing cop."

While speaking, Detective Zhou motioned for Detective Phil, who was beside him, to go with him.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Passing through the missing persons in the wooden house, Detective Phil looked at their empty and stiff faces, and then glanced at Detective Zhou, who remained expressionless beside him, and couldn't help saying.

Since joining BSI, he has not seen a second expression on Agent Zhou's face other than silence.

"Of course I'm afraid, I'm a human, not a machine."

In the face of Detective Phil's question, Detective Zhou replied with a cold face.

"But I'm more aware that I'm afraid that it won't fix anything, including the current situation, and it's making it worse, not better."

"Sounds like you have a deep understanding of this?"

From Detective Zhou's words, Detective Phil heard something different.

"You don't need to know. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Looking at Agent Phil's curious expression, Agent Zhou cut off the topic without hesitation.

"I thought that as partners, there should be no secrets between us, but you have the final say."

Seeing that Detective Zhou was reluctant to talk about it, Detective Phil also shrugged and gave up his plan to pursue further questions. The two came to the missing FBI detective and the police, looking at their stiff faces almost identical to those of the missing people around them.

Agent Phil was disappointed.

"It seems that we can't get the clues we need from them."

Hearing Detective Phil's judgment, Detective Zhou did not give up because of this. He frowned and looked at the FBI agent in front of him. He glanced at the stiff body movements of several people, and swept his lifeless faces, raised his eyebrows. The palm holding the gun waved it in front of them, and finally landed on the eye of one of the FBI agents.

A faint smile appeared on Detective Zhou Bing's cold face.

"Not necessarily."