[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

On the stage, a lady wearing a yellow coat and carrying a small bag is holding a microphone and performing a talk show:

"Thank you, thank you, enthusiastic sailors.

"Stop cheering, I don't pay you enough to get you this excited."

The laughter gradually died down, and she continued:

"Every time I hear you guys cheering, I feel like I've become an elite.

"Then, I proudly share this feeling with my Chinese friends.

"He kindly replied: 'It's okay, as long as you are not Jing-ri, I don't mind continuing to be friends with you'."

"When it comes to Chinese, I think of what happened today.

"do you know?

"I've actually never had such a bad stand-up line in my acting career.

"Because I recited it according to the script tonight.

"I protested to the guy who contributed: 'Hey girl, who do you think I am? I'm Mrs. Maisel! I never told such a bad joke, you should be ashamed of yourself! I'm going to tell about myself words!'

"She said, 'Oh my old swan, I've got to scribble your performance in. Copy your words? Do you really think I'm not going to be warned?'"

Off the stage, there were only two people who were not affected by the environment and atmosphere, and still kept their faces straight.

"This mission is very serious, Slade. You have to kill multiple targets."

"uh-huh."

Slade Wilson, in casual clothes, sipped the water in his glass while responding nonchalantly.

"There are a lot of people. Today, in the third private room on the top floor of the hotel, a party will be held. It is a secret exchange meeting of a group of murderers. Psychopathic killers from all over the world."

"Our employer wants a few of them to disappear," his intermediary said.

"I don't see how difficult it is," Slade replied.

After all, he also has a nickname:

"Death knell".

Baguoxia found Jerry under the street lamp: "Hi."

Jerry was dressed casually, still wearing a baseball cap.

"Hello." Jerry looked at him and smiled.

There was a moment of awkwardness between the two of them.

Jerry looked at his top-quality equipment: "I didn't expect...you bring so many things, may I carry them for you?"

"Wait," Baguoxia stopped him and said nervously, "Uh, I want to make a statement and clarify some things first. If you answer me honestly, we will definitely be much more relaxed and happy next time."

"No problem, you can ask." Jerry said curiously.

"I, let me state in advance, since I met you, I found out that I am actually gay." Baguoxia said stiffly, "My motives are not pure. If you are homophobic or don't have that kind of meaning, you can tell me within five seconds Disappear. I will adjust your position in my heart by myself."

Jerry looked at him in surprise.

Baguoxia lowered her head and sighed in frustration.

Then he heard Jerry ask, "You know this is a date, right?"

Bei Guoxia raised her head and asked: "Is it a date of 'I caused you to fall from gold to bronze, you will beat me up', or a date of 'We are both interesting to each other and want to know more'?"

Jerry tilted his head and laughed awkwardly: "Oh, this is an invitation to 'Let's go to a writers exchange meeting together, and a buffet will be provided', can I get extra points?"

"Very good." Baguoxia looked up at the metal bat, stuffed it into a trash can not far away, ran back and said, "I don't need that anymore. It was bitten by a vampire, we originally I don't want it anymore."

"Cool! Now we're left with teddy bears and computers." Thinking he was joking, Jerry replied, "It doesn't look so weird anymore."

"One more dollar," Baguoxia asked cheerfully, "Do you like ice cream?"

"I know this sounds weird, has anyone ever said that your face looks like Superman?" Baguoxia asked as he walked.

"People often say that Superman looks like me." Jerry frowned and explained reluctantly, "No, and I don't like this topic. To distinguish myself from Superman, I wear glasses, but my colleagues say that I look like Superboy .”

"Ah, I'm sorry." Baguoxia apologized.

"Don't take it to heart. You didn't know it before."

They walked into the elevator and made their way to the top of the hotel.

"Which room are you in?" Baguoxia looked at the two rows of closed doors.

"Let me see." Jerry put his hands in his pockets and felt awkwardly, and replied awkwardly, "I seem to have forgotten to take the flyer."

They followed a group of people out of the elevator and found that they had all entered a third room.

"Let's go in and have a look, and if we make a mistake, we can back out." Baguoxia suggested.

When they signed in at the front desk, Bei Guoxia tugged at the corner of Jerry's clothes.

The sign-in book says "Self-Help Exchange Association".

"Looks like we've found the right place," Jerry whispered.

The exchange meeting has already started.

The two of them stooped in and took a lot of lemon oysters, grilled ribs, kebabs and grilled vegetables from the dining car, as well as juice.

They sat down in the last row and listened while eating and drinking.

On the stage, a man wearing glasses, haggard and bald, who looked like he had been writing tirelessly for 50 years, said the opening words:

"The rule of our exchange meeting is, first, don't use your real name."

Use pen names to communicate.Baguoxia bit the meat skewer and nodded, it was normal.

"Second, don't make trouble at the meeting. Everyone comes here at the risk of being hunted down and arrested."

"It seems that they all came out to the party without the editor's back." Baguoxia said in a low voice.

Jerry looked up and looked around, empatheticly said: "There are so many people, their responsible editor must have a headache."

"Third, hide key information and avoid mutual reference."

"Prevent Plagiarism."

The two said in unison, smiling at each other.

"Next, everyone can share their experience." The host said enthusiastically.

The first person to come on stage.

He tugged at his collar, picked up the microphone and said, "Thank you, my name is Collins and I've been in this business for 30 years.

"In the past 30 years, I have traveled half the country and accumulated a lot of experience.

"I have four freezers in my basement, all of which are filled with my creations, and I'm about to buy a fifth..."

He talked a lot.

After he left the field, he walked to the end of the room, took some food from the dining car, and sat on a seat not far from Baguoxia.

Bei Guoxia leaned over and asked, "Excuse me, I want to ask, why did you put your work in the freezer?"

Collins glanced at him: "Of course it's to keep the work fresh."

Bei Guoxia was dumbfounded: "Really? I have been throwing them into the trash can, or directly destroying them."

"Everyone has their own way." Collins is quite open-minded, "As long as you don't leave traces."

"You're right, leaving traces is black history." Bei Guoxia nodded.

Deathstroke sat in the third row, still dressed casually.

He had noticed Baguoxia and Jerry a long time ago.

These two people look very young, and their eyes can be said to be pure and kind.

But Deathstroke has long since learned not to judge a person by their appearance.

He gripped the gun hidden under his coat, ready to see the opportunity and act at any time.

The host came to the stage and said, "Thank you Collins for sharing, next... oh, it's you, dear friend."

Amid the applause, Baguoxia held an empty plate in one hand, and pointed at herself in disbelief with the other: "Me?"

"Yes, that's you. Is that your partner? He can come up too."

The applause grew louder, and everyone turned to look at them.

Baguoxia glanced at Jerry hesitantly.

"Let's go." Jerry stood up, put the empty plate on the seat, and encouraged.

Bei Guoxia stood on the stage, looking at everyone below.

He picked up the microphone a little timidly.

"System, what should I do?" He screamed in his heart, "Speaking in public is too much a test for an autistic homeboy!"

System: "Calm down, do you want to lose face in front of your date? Treat everyone below as carrots!"

"Cough, Bailuo...I mean friends, hello." Bei Guoxia said hello first.

feel good.

"I actually do it alone," he said with a tremor in his voice. "I worked with pencils a long time ago."

All the murderers couldn't help but straighten their backs:

Killing people with a pencil is unheard of.

"I soon discovered that the efficiency of pencils is very low," said Baguoxia. "Every time I complete a work, I need to consume more than 50 pencils, and I need to use a knife from time to time."

How did that kill?

The minds of the killers couldn't help producing various dynamic pictures of hunting.

All rely on their imagination.

Baguoxia was already much calmer, took a deep breath, and added:

"But it's not difficult to understand my choice, after all, I was only ten years old at the time."

ten years old?

The murderers trembled.

It was so terrifying.

Soon someone raised their hand and asked in awe: "How did you come up with this idea? When you were ten years old?"

"Naturally," Baguoxia explained, "it's like people need to breathe. At that time, I was still going to and from school, and I was bored.

"I couldn't help thinking, isn't there anything more interesting in the world?

"When I got out of school, I saw a boy on the side of the road who was bullying a stray dog, he was my age, and I got into a fight with him.

"I failed, but glad the dog got away.

"So that nasty boy became my first work, and I swore to revenge him with my pen. I had a bag of pencils.

"As the saying goes, a sharp pen is like a knife.

"It's quite childish." Baguoxia thought thoughtfully, "Very childish, but I thank him, he opened my creative path."

"You speak so easily," the host asked in amazement, "Have you never experienced psychological pressure?"

"Psychological pressure?" Baguoxia asked back in surprise, "Do you have any? Sorry, I never have.

"Every year, I produce at least three or four works, and as many as a dozen works.

"It's better to say that because of doing this, my stress disappeared."

"How did you escape arrest?" Someone raised his hand and asked.

"You mean... oh."

He's talking about press releases.

He's definitely describing an editor in a reminder!

Bei Guoxia nodded thinking she understood: "It wasn't until two years ago that someone started... to arrest me.

"Every time I call her early, guide her step by step through all kinds of psychological knowledge and all kinds of imaginative lies, let her know that arresting me is useless, gradually wipe away her hope, cruelly Make her lose confidence.

"Later, because of my work, um... nothing came of it.

"They don't care about me anymore, and I can continue to play freely."

He glanced at Jerry and continued, "The person next to me is walking with the person who captured me. I don't want to give him a bad impression, let's skip this part."

"But I'm also preparing works," Jerry added, "so I think I can come to this exchange meeting."

The killers were discussing in the audience:

What a deadly man!

He started killing people at the age of ten, and no one discovered him until two years ago!

After he was discovered, not only did the police have nothing to do with him, but he even abducted a policeman handling the case!

"What was your name then?" someone asked, raising his hand.

What he asked was the name Mi Lijian would call a murderer in society.

"..."

Bei Guoxia covered her face with her hands, and after a moment of hesitation, she replied in a low voice: "The Flame Killer."

Who hasn't had a period of secondary illness that loves dark culture?

Who doesn't have a dark and coquettish screen name full of space and post bar style?

There was a deathly silence from the audience.

Baguoxia could understand their feelings very well.

Such a ghostly name is full of embarrassment.

Imagine if he hadn't changed his pseudonym when he signed:

The editor said to others: "Little x, your manuscript is due."

The editor said to him: "Devil! Has your manuscript been burned from the underworld yet?!"

In fact, it was Baguoxia's pseudonym that stunned the murderers:

What the hell!

What "Flayer", "Buffalo Bill" and "Eyeball Collector" are all weak.

This is the "Flame Killer".

Taken apart it is similar to: "Birth of Fire · Burning · Drinking Blood · A Combination of Reaper and Devil".

Only English letters have to form two lines!

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!Chirp~

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Mrs. Maisel as a talk show, from the American TV series "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel"