Screenwriter Mystery

Late at night, in the small town police station.

The dim lights flickered with eerie light, stretching the shadows of everyone in the police station, forming a staggered picture.

"Yawn~"

Sitting on the chair, Amanda opened her mouth and yawned, and a deep sleepiness emerged in her heart.

"This is not the time to sleep, Amanda."

He reached out and patted his cheeks, dispelling the drowsiness in his heart.

Amanda bit her tongue, forcing herself to wake up again from the heavy drowsiness. She looked up at the people in the police station, glanced at their equally tired faces, and then opened her mouth to remind her.

"Don't go to sleep. Once you see signs that people around you are about to fall asleep, wake them up immediately."

Amanda's words awakened everyone in the police station with a sleepy expression on their faces.

They stared at each other with wide eyes, trying to stay awake.

"So, this is how we fight Freddy?"

"Get everyone together and don't sleep."

Looking at the reactions of everyone in the police station, Detective Zhou raised his doubts about Amanda.

"I asked the children."

"Whether it's the dead boy Dick, or the attacked Nancy, the time they dream of Freddy's nightmare is at night, which means that at least so far, Freddy can only appear in the nightmare. This part of the night...so as long as we get through this night, at least we can make sure there won't be another victim of Freddie's nightmare."

Because of the supernatural power involved, many conventional reasoning methods are useless.

Amanda didn't dare to make a judgment with a positive tone, and could only make a rough judgment based on the sporadic clues obtained in the current town investigation.

For supernatural investigations, BSI, as a newly established department, is still too young after all.

Many investigation methods still maintain the past traditions, and such methods may be effective in ordinary cases.

However, when faced with supernatural forces like the New York Joker or Springwood Town, it is obviously a bit of a stretch.

You can't hope that these supernatural forces will obediently leave clues that are helpful to the case every time they commit a crime.

If so, follow the normal case handling procedures.

In the case of Dick's death on Elm Street, the final result is likely to be a headless police officer or a wrongful conviction.

After all, in a real-world judicial system, you can never pass a judgment on the evidence of a nightmare.

Thinking of this, Amanda vaguely understood why within the FBI, there was such obvious hostility towards the establishment and existence of BSI.

The FBI's investigation process, at least for now, is still governed by federal law.

However, the BSI has already vaguely performed beyond this category. Once the BSI really develops, it will undoubtedly have a huge impact on the FBI's investigation power.

Shaking his head, he swept away the thoughts about the Federation in his mind.

BSI may have broad prospects in the future, but they have not helped them in the slightest in the crisis they are facing in Springwood Town.

So, instead of thinking about the possibility of BSI in the future, it is better to think about the reality if you survive this evening.

"Hopefully, there will be no problem with my judgment."

Muttering something in her mouth, Amanda looked up at the clock in the police station.

Early morning, 3:27.

There are still about three hours left before dawn.

……

"Yawn~"

"Maybe for the next script, I should consider putting it in the daytime."

New York, among the hotel strikes prepared by the Screenwriters Guild.

Zhao Yuan was infected by Amanda in the system screen, and also opened his mouth and yawned.

"By the way, it might be a good choice to design a slightly less scary script and adjust your body and mind."

He poured himself a glass of water and suppressed the wandering thoughts in his head.

Speaking of which, the reason why Zhao Yuan chose to use weird-type scripts as an attempt to evolve the system at the very beginning was somewhat influenced by the previous script "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", as well as his preference for horror movies, naturally. It is used as the mainline framework for the evolution of the system script.

This framework is similar to the subject division of a movie, novel, or comic.

Once a decision is made, it is difficult to make fundamental changes.

You can't expect a movie. It covers all the topics. Any movie that promotes this often has only one specificity, which is bad.

So, unless Zhao Yuan's brain twitched one day, he suddenly lost interest in the horror genre, and instead fell in love with all kinds of sweet love scripts, and wanted to evolve it into reality.

Then, at that time, the world, or the United States, might be full of 'love' everywhere.

However, at least so far, he has not had the idea of ​​spreading 'love' all over the world.

At the same time, although he will not make much changes to the main line of the next system evolution script, he may try to add some other plots to it.

After all, even horror movies are not purely weird, maybe brutal and **** plots, and there are some slightly special branches in them~www.novelmt.com~ In my mind, all kinds of ideas for new scripts, accompanied by Zhao Yuan's wild ideas began to emerge.

And his eyes are still firmly on the screen of Chunmu Town in the system panel.

……

Tick, tick-

Springwood Town, Elm Street Police Station.

As the night deepened, the thick night completely shrouded the town's police station in darkness.

The entire Elm Street was pitch-dark, and in the distance, only the lights of the police station could be seen alone, which seemed extremely faint in the darkness.

In the police station, the children who were brought together by the sheriff obviously lost a lot of words.

They looked at each other without saying a word, the look of fear on their faces was gradually replaced by heavy drowsiness.

They clearly knew that once they slept, they would most likely fall into the terrifying nightmare woven by Freddy, but they seemed unable to resist the increasing drowsiness.

"Wake up, don't sleep..."

The boy beside him noticed the sleepy appearance of his friend around him, and hurriedly reached out and patted him awake.

"Thanks, Crane."

Hearing the voice of his friend, the boy who had almost fallen asleep immediately opened his eyes and cast a grateful look at him.

"It's alright, I know you're about to fall asleep, so I just remind you."

In response, Klein shrugged, opened his eyes and glanced at the time in the police station: "In less than two hours, it will be dawn soon, and then we will be saved."

Saying so, the sleepiness on the boy Klein's face became more and more obvious.

He was sitting on a chair in the police station, his head twitching, as if he was about to fall asleep.

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