screenwriter mystery

Chapter 173 The reason for the choice

San Marino.

Zhao Yuan looked thoughtfully at the few young faces that appeared in the system.

On the other side, the three people involved in the script are still continuing their debate.

"...If you investigate further, you will find that the so-called 'Supernatural Squad' is actually just a group of ostentatious guys. They didn't have any achievements worth mentioning in terms of warfare, and later they were reduced to scientific research and psychology. The research team was finally disbanded by all members of the federal government, if the so-called supernatural power really exists in the 'supernatural team', do you think the federation will make such a decision?"

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

"Steve!"

Sensing that the black man's tone was getting heavier and heavier, Matt, who had been silent by the side, stopped it.

Glancing at Matt beside him, the black youth named Steve hesitated for a moment, and finally closed his mouth.

"..."

And Matt persuaded Andrew, who fell silent: "Andrew, you know, Steve has always spoken like this, and he doesn't have any malice."

While speaking, Matt's eyes subconsciously swept across the broken spoon in Andrew's hand.

"I know."

Sensing Matt's gaze, Andrew's hand holding the handle of the spoon tightened involuntarily. He picked up his backpack and got up and left without looking back.

"Andrew, Andrew..."

Seeing the back of the thin young man leaving, Matt quickly shouted a few times.

"Forget it, what I said is not a lie."

Seeing this, Steve who was sitting on the side curled his lips, and couldn't help muttering: "The 'supernatural' is a fiction, and only he can believe that it's all true."

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

Seeing Steve who was still chattering at this time, Matt immediately turned around and stopped at him.

"You also know about Andrew's situation. There is a reason why he is keen on 'supernatural power'."

Hearing Matt's words, Steve closed his mouth.

……

San Marino.

Seeing the scene of the three people arguing through the system panel, Zhao Yuan soon had a certain degree of understanding of the performers selected by the system.

Undoubtedly, among the three.

Andrew is a staunch 'supernatural' proponent.

On the contrary, another black youth obviously didn't believe in all this. As for the remaining Matt, he didn't seem to believe in the existence of the supernatural either, but in order to take care of Andrew's emotions, he didn't like the black Steve. Export dismantled.

The system's selection of these three different people to participate in the script seems to have a deep meaning.

……

In my mind, I was thinking about what kind of expressions these three young people would have when they really came into contact with the existence of 'supernatural power'.

On the other side, on the system panel, Andrew was walking through the school with a gloomy expression.

"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 promotion of the entire script of "Strange Lake" seems to be based on Andrew.

Under his gaze, the people Andrew passed through the school in the broken panel seemed out of place with the lively scene around him.

The next screen of the system looks a bit boring.

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

"I'm back, Mom!"

Opening the door, surrounded by the system, Zhao Yuan saw a seriously ill mother lying on the bed with a respirator stuck in her nose, and empty wine bottles 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 eaten out, Mom."

Facing his mother's concern, Andrew casually lied.

Carrying his schoolbag, he got into his narrow room.

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

"You can't prove that "Spirituality: Ghost Story" is fake, even the director has already proved it in the show, he just got the video tape of "Spirituality: Ghost Story", everything in it is real Believe it, in fact, if you go to the Internet to check, you will find that there are many phenomena that cannot be explained by science on the Internet. In the "clown" shooting in New York not long ago, the laughing gas claimed by the federal government is simply to deceive people. An excuse, the camera was filmed in a helicopter, how could it be affected by laughing gas..."

"It's just a movie, a movie, really, don't talk to me again, man, I throw in the towel, just say what you say."

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

The expression on Zhao Yuan's face was a bit subtle. From a certain angle, Andrew did discover part of the 'truth'.

Ghost Story is nothing more than a movie he made, but Joker is really a supernatural event that evolved from the script.

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

Looking at the increasingly excited expression on his gloomy face in front of the computer screen, 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, there was a loud noise from the living room of the room.

Accompanied by this huge noise, the look on Andrew's face, which was still excited, returned to a gloomy look.

Bang, bang, bang—

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull knock on the door and shouts from outside the locked door.

"Open the door, Andrew!"

"Do as I say."

Facing the order from the man outside the door, Andrew stared in the direction of the door with a gloomy face.

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

"Me what? Say Andrew again!"

"Open the door."

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

"Whether I'm drunk or not is not for you to say, you little bastard, open the door for me!"

Bang, bang, bang!
Hearing Andrew's answer, the voice of the man outside the door became a little more irritable, and he knocked heavily on the door to make a loud noise.

In the room, Andrew bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of hatred.

(End of this chapter)