Screenwriter Mystery

bang, bang, bang-

Because of being drunk, the bodies of Cathy and the others have long been disobedient.

Standing on the spot, staring blankly at the figure that was constantly approaching in their direction, as the figure approached, under the response of the slow brain, the few people felt more and more tall and narrow.

These two completely inconsistent descriptions fit perfectly in the figure that appeared in front of him at the moment.

The large windbreaker and top hat covered most of the body, and Cathy and the others could only see through the gaps in the coat and hat the blurred facial features shrouded in a lot of shadows under the brim of the hat.

In his ears, the constant clanging sound became clearer and clearer as the figure approached.

It was as if the voice came from within the body of the figure.

If, under normal circumstances, you encounter such a strange scene.

Even if they lent ten courage to Cathy, they would not dare to stay there.

However, in a state of intoxication.

Several people's ability to distinguish danger is close to none, even when the figure walks past them.

A skinny drunk with a nose piercing on his nose, he stretched out his hand and touched the large windbreaker on the figure.

Tilt the windbreaker, and the twisting shadow flickered away.

Bang!

The figure stopped his stiff steps, and the vague facial features hidden by the brim of the hat seemed to stop on Cathy and the others for a while, then turned his head and continued to move forward with stiff steps.

"Bert, you're so cheap. You are so good at provoking people to do something."

"Just now, I almost thought you were going to be beaten, Bert."

Looking at the back of the figure gradually walking away, the men and women who didn't know what happened to them still spoke to the man who had just lifted the windbreaker with their hands in a mocking tone.

"I've never been beaten by a person taller than two meters."

Hearing what his partner said, the man with a nose pin called Bert grinned, showing his mouth full of rotten teeth, and shrugged back with an indifferent expression.

"Guys, I just seemed to see that tall guy walking into a bar?"

In the drunken remarks of everyone's gags, GAY friend Ian turned his head.

Looking at the position where the figure disappeared at the end, he said with a doubtful expression in an uncertain tone.

The picture that suddenly appeared in my mind was very abrupt, but Ian himself firmly believed in it.

"bar?"

"I think you've been drinking too much, and you're hallucinating. Ian, where is the bar near the Compton block, and you're not afraid of being robbed."

Hearing Ian's doubts, of course a few drunk friends wouldn't believe it.

They all laughed, thinking that Ian was wrong.

"No, no, I must have seen a bar."

"There is still a neon on the door, and a burning bone is painted."

In the face of everyone's ridicule, Ian shook his head, then said affirmatively, and even clearly described what he saw of the bar sign.

"…"

Hearing Ian's confident tone.

The laughing noises from everyone also became a little smaller, and they looked at each other.

"Maybe what he said was true?"

A 'sister' who usually had a good relationship with Ian began to believe his words.

"Wouldn't it be cool if there was such a bar nearby."

With the rotten teeth of his mouth open, an excited expression appeared on Burt's face.

"Exactly, I want to see what it would be like to be able to open a bar in the Compton neighborhood."

After speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to react.

The nose-pierced man Bert shook his half-length hair, walked in crooked steps, and ran towards the direction Ian said with a look of excitement.

"It's actually true!"

After passing the intersection of the block and getting into the alley, a few seconds later, Bert's surprised voice came from the alley.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Bert sticking out his head from the alley.

The nose stud on the nose, under the reflection of the street lamp lights, flickered and shouted to the partner in the center of the street.

…

"I hope you like everything I prepare next."

In the apartment, Zhao Yuan, who had been watching everything silently through the system, raised an eyebrow.

With a sincere expression, he sent 'blessings' to everyone in the picture.

In addition to 'blessings', he did not forget to continue to maintain control of the plot.

After all, this time, the people who participated in the performance of the script were a group of drunkards who were already drunk.

God knows what kind of improvisation they will have.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have chosen a more normal character to star in this script."

When designing the script before, out of conflict and story arrangement, Zhao Yuan chose the role of a drunk to fit the bar positioning in the script.

However, he neglected that when he was drunk, many actions of the actors could not be controlled at all.

After all, this kind of evolution in the complete real world is still fundamentally different from the filming of movies.

In the movie, actors can use props and make-up to act like they are drunk.

And under the realistic [script evolution] function, a drunk is a real drunk, without any acting elements. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Under such circumstances, although the authenticity is beyond doubt.

However, it also brought a little trouble to Zhao Yuan.

Of course, this situation is not without any remedy or means of change.

By investing in [plot value], Zhao Yuan can still control the basic trend of the plot.

For example, he had previously implanted memories of Ian and revealed the situation in the bar through his mouth, thereby continuing to advance the plot.

However, this method of consuming [plot value] to promote the plot is too 'expensive'.

The memory just now cost Zhao Yuan 20 [plot value].

"It seems that in the future, it is still necessary to arrange a character in the script to promote the plot, so as not to spend [plot value] every time you encounter a problem."

There was a silent reminder in my heart.

Zhao Yuan immediately returned his gaze to the screen in front of him.

In the broken panel of the system, the plot of evolution continues.

…

"Do you really want to go in?"

Standing in the alley, Cathy looked up at the flickering neon sign on the bar's sign. Her originally drunk consciousness suddenly became somewhat sober, and she couldn't help but back off.

"We don't even know the specifics of this bar."

"Don't be a spoiler, Cathy? You're not cool at all."

Hearing Cathy's words, Bert's face immediately showed a look of impatience.

"If you don't dare to go in, then go back. I won't run away like a coward anyway."

Turning his head, he made a disdainful expression at Cathy.

Burt immediately straightened his bony chest and walked into the bar first.

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