Screenwriter Mystery

Tuk Tuk!

Walked out of the 'John Charlie' restaurant.

Detective Zhou looked around, and immediately came to a black car parked by the restaurant and knocked on the window.

"How is it, what did you ask?"

Lowering the window glass, a wheat-skinned aquiline-nosed man asked in a thick curry accent.

"It seems that it should be just an ordinary person who happened to appear at the scene of the incident."

In the face of the question from an Indian-born FBI colleague, Agent Zhou shook his head and said.

"He's not an ordinary person."

"Do you know how much he earned from a movie released in Hollywood before?"

"More than 200 million US dollars, which is faster than robbery!"

"When will I be able to earn so much money? The FBI has not raised wages for several years. We are clearly the most dangerous personnel, but the department is unwilling to add even the most basic subsidy for handling cases..."

Listening to the constant complaints of the Indian colleagues in the car, Detective Zhou continued to keep his silent expression somewhat accustomed to it.

His eyes swept over everything in the car and fell on the cross held in the hands of his colleague, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I remember, don't you believe in Hinduism, what?"

"Who can guarantee that those monsters will not recognize the great Vishnu."

In the face of Detective Zhou's doubts, the Indian Detective calmly picked up the cross in his hand and made a grand prayer.

At the same time, he reached out and took out a series of religious pendants from the passenger seat, praying one by one.

"OurFatherinHeaven, allowedbeYourname, YourKingdomcome..."

"Two Yilianghai, Yinlan Lahu, Muhammad, Lesurun Lahe."

"Avalokitesvara... Yin Bodhi... Sa... Free shipping... Avalokitesvara... Sound Bodhi... Sa... Free shipping..."

"Immeasurable... longevity... blessing... immeasurable longevity... blessing..."

"If God can hear your prayers, he will definitely be the first to punish you."

Outside the car, I witnessed the scene of this religious grand occasion.

Detective Zhou shook his head speechlessly and couldn't help but complain.

……

Inside the 'John Charlie' restaurant.

Watching the Chinese agent who claimed to be the FBI leave, Zhao Yuan forked a piece of slightly cold beef and put it in his mouth.

His alibi is sufficient, even the FBI couldn't find a loophole in it.

Right now, the FBI may still have the leisure to investigate all suspicious targets involved in extraordinary events, searching for clues in a carpet-like manner.

In the future, supernatural events will appear more and more frequently, even in the eyes of ordinary people, when they appear all over the world.

How should the FBI face all this?

After eating the last piece of bacon on the plate, Zhao Yuan wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a tissue while putting the meal and tips prepared in advance on the table.

"John, hurry up!"

"Mr. Allen has eaten."

In front of the counter, he kept silently watching the table.

When Charlie saw Zhao Yuan who got up and was about to leave, he hurriedly called out to John in the back kitchen.

"coming."

"Table nine."

A dull sound came from his mouth. John stood upright and carried a pot of steak to the counter. He reached out and patted the bell in front of the counter, signaled the waiter, and wiped the apron on his body.

"Mr. Allen."

Pulling the chef who was two extremes of his size in one hand to the table, Charlie grinned, revealing an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"I don't know if you are satisfied with the cooking."

"Very good food, you can't eat such delicious pastrami in Los Angeles."

His eyes swept across the fat and thin figures in front of him, and Zhao Yuan immediately replied with a smile.

Hearing Zhao Yuan's praise, Charlie and John involuntarily looked at each other.

"That's right, Mr. Allen."

Immediately afterwards, Charlie took out the camera he had prepared, and at the same time made a careful request to Zhao Yuan.

"I don't know if it would be an honor for us to take a photo with you. I promise, I will only hang the photo in the restaurant."

He readily agreed to the request of Charlie, the owner of the 'John Charlie' restaurant.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Zhao Yuan came to stand between the two.

Looking at the camera lens in front of him, the thoughts in his mind drifted to other places subconsciously.

Not to mention the feeling of being sought after as a Hollywood celebrity.

It's quite enjoyable.

……

"When I was growing up, I was almost lawless..."

Los Angeles, in a makeshift studio.

A man and a woman were sitting on the sofa, reacting to being interviewed by the camera in front of them.

"Look, I confessed..."

Turning her head, she showed a helpless smile to her husband beside her.

A woman dressed as a housewife shook her head and looked at the camera and said, "I just don't want my kids to do the same thing I did. As long as Hailey doesn't wake up from the beach in Florida, I'll finish my mission. already."

"It's our mission."

Hearing his wife's confession, the husband who was beside him immediately opened his mouth and added a sentence.

"right."

She responded perfunctorily, and her wife continued to speak to the camera.

"I'll finish our mission."

"cut!"

Through the monitor, I can see the acting skills of the two.

The director nodded, then called out cut, and then started shooting the next set of shots without stopping.

The filming task of the first episode of the TV series is very compact, especially because there are a large number of child actors in the play~www.novelmt.com~ The filming of the arranged scenes must be completed within the specified time. If they are not allowed, the Screen Actors Guild and child protection organizations will not let them go.

"We are people from different worlds."

"Jie is from a big city, and his business is very big..."

"I come from a small village, which is poor, but the environment is pleasant."

"Our village has the most..."

"What's that word called?"

"Homicide case."

"That's right, murder case."

In another studio in the same play, Zhao Yuan silently looked at the camera in front of a pair of actors with a huge age gap.

A little bit different from ordinary American TV series is that there is no so-called protagonist in "Modern Family". In this kind of TV series filmed in the form of a documentary, it is difficult for you to focus on a specific character. Doing so will easily lead to a tear in the proportions of the plot and awkwardness in the look and feel of the film and television.

The lens of a documentary is like the eyes of the audience.

You can't control your eyes to just stare at one thing.

The shooting style of constantly interspersing various short stories into the narrative is also the key to the pseudo-documentary TV series "Modern Family".

Of course, the work of interspersing the plot is handed over to the editor of the post-production of the TV series.

Right now, the crew divided the three families into three groups according to the script's design.

As the screenwriter of "Modern Family", Zhao Yuan naturally chose one of the groups to follow the filming.

As for why you chose Gloria.

Well, there is no special reason.

real.

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