[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

"I love this kind of liveliness, it's like a wonderful satire." Hodgins looked at the newly decorated venue, listened to the sound of bad music coming from his ears, and sighed sincerely, "the blood on one side It's not dry yet, but the other side has already forgotten about it."

"Do you have any comments?" Scripps hooked his bow tie with his fingers uncomfortably. He didn't like this party either, but what can he do?

"No, that's fine," Hodgins said. "Darkness and light intertwine to form a real world."

"I don't understand you more and more." Scripps finally adjusted the bow tie to a comfortable position for himself. "Sometimes we also talk about the heir to the Hodgins family in private, you know? Interestingly, everyone It is not surprising that you have not heard from me, that you are wandering in some corner of the world, like a wandering traveler, a lonely artist, and a sensitive conspirator."

"Huh? I didn't expect people to pay attention to me." Hodgins heard this for the first time, "I thought everyone thought I was a freak who couldn't communicate, a rebellious black sheep."

"It's not wrong to say that," Scripps said, "but, again, you are now inheriting the Hodgins family, even if you are a psychopath, as long as you show up in front of people, people will still compete to please you."

"Hypocritical interpersonal relationships." Hodgins was a little dismissive, "So, when I first entered the Jefferson Institute, I didn't reveal my identity at all, and everything was based on my strength. Others' appreciation for me also came from this. It's a really nice feeling."

"No unpleasantness at all? No worries at all?" Scripps was curious. "Is there no internal struggle for power?"

"The Jefferson Institute is an academic unit, and everyone is overwhelmed by academic achievements." Hodgins said this proudly, because the Hodgins family is the biggest benefactor there. Not very enlightened, and many of the instruments I wanted to buy were sent back by her."

"Then get another one," Scripps said nonchalantly.

"I'm not going to avenge myself," Hodgins declared. "Besides, she's become more and more accommodating over the years, and sometimes she can turn a blind eye to me when I kill her."

"..." Scripps suddenly felt that he was a little redundant. Looking up, several beauties in bikinis with clown costumes painted on their faces were running past him.I don't know where the idea came from. Their exposed skin has been covered with oil paint. They didn't wear clown costumes, but the clown costumes were painted on their bodies.

This is somewhat beyond words.

And Hodgins, who is a loving wife and a good man, just glanced casually, and didn't pay any more attention, "What are you going to do later? Do you really have a carnival party? What if the Internet has not recovered after the end?"

Scripps didn't expect Hodgins to ask that question, since the real purpose of the party was not widely known.His palms were a little wet, which was a rare expression of his nervousness, even if he and Hodgins talked about a bunch of irrelevant things before, it couldn't relieve his nervousness.

I'm just a human being and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Scripps found that this sentence didn't help much. The venue was almost set up, and the party could be announced in a short time.He knew what he was doing and how to do it to have the best fishing effect. However, as this moment got closer, his worries grew more and more.

A glass of red wine was handed to him.

Issac nodded to Hodgins as a greeting, and then Hodgins left very understandingly. He had already realized that there must be something that he didn't know. He thought to ask Sweets, who was with Issac He was the one who left together.

"Nervous?" Isaac asked, watching Scripps drain his glass in one gulp.

"I know you must all be set up, but..." Scripps took a deep breath, "I'm much better now, if I drink more, I believe the tension will completely disappear."

"Don't worry, I'm by your side." Of course, Isaac would not let Scripps go alone and act as that bait, and among the people present, there was probably no one else who could stay by his side without arousing suspicion up.

"But..." Scripps hesitated, "That person only hurts people who are close to me, you..."

"It's okay." Isaac smiled nonchalantly, "It's better if he comes at me."

As a senior MT, Isaac is still a bit enlightened.

However, Scripps didn't think so. He was moved by Isaac's courage and felt that he really didn't make friends.

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Isaac doesn't think he's face-blind, but it's not easy to spot the faces hidden behind the clown's make-up.It is said that make-up is a disguise technique, so the clown makeup is simply a head-changing technique.

Isaac can only follow Scripps's side without hesitation. He has a little idea of ​​who he is looking for, and he can only hope for it at this time.However, things backfired. Scripps was aloof throughout the whole process, and never gave people he didn't know a chance to get close to.

He is the boss, capricious and reasonable.Anyway, so far, Issac has not found anyone who is dissatisfied.On the other hand, Scripps, although he drank a lot of wine to relieve his tension, but some things are independent of will. Whenever he sees a clown that he thinks is suspicious, he will pull Isaac to ask if they are suspicious.

"Aren't you impressed by that man's size?" Isaac felt that Scripps was more reliable than himself in this regard.

"That's different, what if he changed his clothes?" Scripps thought his concern was justified. "There are too many variables."

"It's unlikely that he'll think you're in love with him the way you were when you first met him," Issac said.

"Pff—" Scripps choked on the words.The wine flowed down his chin to his neck, soaking his collar. "Isaac! Don't say such horrible things casually!"

"I thought you had your Realization already." Isaac pulled out the handkerchief and stuffed it into his collar.

"Can you not mention this?" Scripps was extremely depressed, and turned his neck uncomfortably, "I have to change clothes."

Having said that, he didn't act immediately, but looked at Isaac.

"You know what?" Isaac certainly understood what he meant, "You look like a little girl who needs to be accompanied to the bathroom now."

Scripps frowned, and suddenly hugged Isaac's arm, "That's how it looks."

"Do you know what it means to hurt an eye?" Isaac resisted the urge to pull his arm out.

"Do you want to know what hurts your eyes more?" Without waiting for Isaac to answer, Scripps imitated a female voice in a high-pitched voice, "My dear, I have liked you for a long time~"

Isaac shuddered directly from the excitement, and watched Scripps for a while, he was sure that this guy was a little drunk, and he had already started to let himself go, and even lost his morals.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Isaac gritted his teeth, and brought him to the lounge with a grinning gesture that seemed intimate but actually made the person in his arms hurt, and then asked someone to get it clean clothes.

Of course there was also a drink in the lounge, and Scripps pulled off his bow tie, opened his neckline, and opened the drink in a gesture that was too bold for him.

"How much more do you want to drink?" Isaac didn't dare to let him continue. Moderate drinking can make people relax, but excessive?It will drive people crazy.

"I really want to just fall asleep like this, and when I wake up, everything will be over." Scripps didn't insist, and let Isaac take the bottle of wine if he wanted to. Wouldn't it be okay for him to drink Coke?

"Don't be so pessimistic." Isaac comforted, "Compared with those who were in the same situation as you and were stalked by perverts, you are lucky enough."

"Huh?" Scripps slowed down, shaking the Coke.

"You are still alive and have enough strength to protect you." Isaac sighed, "There was once a person who knew she was being targeted, she asked a trusted friend for help, but the friend said she was nervous, and ended up following her The attacker became more and more arrogant, she called the police, but before the police came, she was taken away by that person."

"And then?" Scripps asked.

Isaac shot him a look, "That's why I say you're lucky."

This was clearly not the ending Scripps was expecting, and he planned to drink a Coke to calm himself down.However, he forgot that he had shaken the can of Coke when he was absent-minded just now, and was sprayed all over his face, so he subconsciously threw the can of Coke away, and Isaac, who was not far away from him, also suffered.

"My clothes!" Isaac's reaction was quick, but not as fast as the liquid splashing. Although only the sleeves were wet, the shirt was also ruined.

Scripps laughed out loud.

Just as Isaac was about to clean him up and let him know his victim privileges were over, someone knocked on the door outside. Isaac gave Scripps a lucky look and opened the door.

"Sir, here are the clothes you want." A slender and tall waiter handed over a pocket.

"Oh, it's mine." Scripps was prone to blush, but after laughing, his face still had a blush that didn't subside, and his eyes were watery from accidentally splashing Coke, "Thank you."

"Hurry up and change your clothes, be careful that it will become sticky and smell sweet in a while..." Before Isaac could finish speaking, he saw a little knife light hidden in the back of his pocket but accidentally exposed outside.

Scripps had already picked up the bag with his hands, but the waiter didn't seem to want to let go, he made a nasal sound in confusion and raised his eyebrows.