I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

Another long sleepless night.

The screenwriter suffers from insomnia and has a bad temper when he wakes up in the middle of the night, but he has not slept well for two consecutive nights.

Since the deacon left for some reason, the task of managing the entire area fell to the screenwriter.But he didn't really want to take care of it so much, he just wanted to serve him with food and drink all day long, and help control the progress of things when he had work.

But in the past two days, first two girls broke in, and Juliet jumped into the pond and almost drowned, and now Juliet ran into Zheng Fenglin's room late at night...

Well, he liked the last one, but then Juliet's screams were so horrific that it alarmed the patrolling guards.The guard came to report to him according to the rules, so he could only get up from the bed, changed his clothes, and went to Zheng Fenglin's room.

He didn't know what Zheng Fenglin said to Juliet, but Juliet's last question made him a little concerned, and he started to look up the information as soon as he returned to the room.

He strictly numbered every character he created, especially the sensitive and critical characters like Wen Zhe and Zheng Fenglin. When and how did she appear in Juliet's life.

But for mass-produced characters, he didn't have the slightest grasp.He doesn't complicate the allocation of roles, so he doesn't know who is assigned what mission.

And the question Juliet asked... Could it be that she remembered another role that "guard" once played?

The screenwriter felt a little anxious. After consulting all the notes placed here, he still couldn't find the personnel arrangement.Helpless, he had no choice but to call the guard over again and ask him directly, "How long have you been here?"

The guard scratched his head and said, "Probably... six or seven years."

He himself was not so sure.

"Salary and treatment, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied," the guard smiled and said, "If it wasn't for his satisfaction, he wouldn't have been able to work for so long."

"Have you thought about going home?"

This time the guard hesitated for a moment and asked, "May I ask, what happened? Or did I make you dissatisfied?"

He thought he was going to fire himself.

The screenwriter rubbed his temples wearily, and said: "It doesn't mean anything else, just to ask your opinion on the current job, just answer casually. I don't care about personnel changes, I'm just curious."

For the guard, the screenwriter is indeed a new face, and he has never been seen to participate in the management of any daily affairs.The guard was relieved and said: "Of course I thought about going home, but once I got home, I would never be able to come to work again. I still know this. I don't have a girlfriend yet. It would be good to save more wives." of."

The screenwriter paused for a while and asked, "Then you have been here for so many years, what do your parents think?"

The screenwriter seems to be very talkative, and the relationship between people in late night is indeed much closer.The guard became more and more talkative, and boldly said: "Isn't there a confidentiality agreement here? I had a secret chat with them before I came here-I must have a sense of proportion. I just said that I have a job that requires me to continue to work. I can't go back for the New Year for many years. At that time, they thought I was going to gangsters, and they don’t know what’s going on now... Well, I still miss my parents a little bit. How about you, the agent? You should be able to go home, right?”

The smile on the screenwriter's face, who had been smiling all the time, disappeared and became complicated and difficult to distinguish, as if there was nostalgia and hatred.

"I will never be able to go home. They sent me here to pay off my debts. I can only stay here for the rest of my life and live it as my own, so that I can feel a little bit better and hate them so much. "

The screenwriter spoke in a serious tone.The guard vaguely read something beyond his comprehension from the words and expressions, and thought to himself, is it possible that after saying these things, he will kill people?I don't want to be involved in the grievances of the rich...

Fortunately, the screenwriter didn't say much, and quickly changed the subject, continuing to ask, "What positions have you held over the years? Do you remember?"

The guard thought for a while and said, "When I first came here, I happened to meet the big incident six years ago. At that time, I was not the princess's personal guard, but was in charge of raising horses and watering the flowers. The big incident happened right next to me. , I saw a guard take a shot for the princess with my own eyes, and I don’t know what happened to the guard. But since then, I have changed jobs.”

"You were there that day?"

"Yes, watering the flowers near the princess," said the guard.

The screenwriter pondered for a while, and said, "Okay, then you don't have to work for a few days, especially don't appear in front of the princess, do you understand?"

The guard was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Am I... fired?"

The screenwriter shook his head and said, "I just don't know how to deal with you. You go first, I'll think about it later."

The word "handling" terrified the guard. It was rare for him to find this job. Although the non-disclosure agreement and the rule of not being able to go home strictly restricted him, the pay was good, and he didn't want to lose this job at all.He still wanted to fight for himself again, but when he saw the agent's expression, he didn't dare to say anything more and withdrew directly.

The screenwriter is now sure, Juliet really noticed something strange.

Did Zheng Fenglin say what, or did Juliet remember it?

But, it's just a face, can Juliet really use it to recognize her own situation?

Juliet doesn't even remember the kid named Yi Kwang who got away...

Thinking of this, the screenwriter opened the collection of Yi Guang's works that had just been purchased by someone.These days, he has flipped through a few books, and he has an understanding of Yi Guang, or Yi Guang's talent.

Praise, lament and envy.

Yi Guang is indeed a good candidate for writing novels. No matter what the style is, each novel is full of aura, which makes people scratch their heads and never wants to put it down.

Except for fairy tales.

Yi Guang's fairy tales are very boring, neither suitable for young children nor adults.But he still wrote tirelessly, and it seemed that every detail paid tribute to the castle.

What is he looking for in the book?What is there to miss about this castle?

After finally escaping, why do you want to come back all the time?

But, after all, he escaped.

The screenwriter sighed for a while, thinking of his own fate, he felt very painful.

He was born innocent, but when he was ignorant, he was burdened with sins that could not be washed away.This sin was imposed on him by his parents, but he could not refuse, he could only accept it all, and tied the rest of his life in this castle to atone for his sin.

Water the entire castle with the sins of this whole body, and bloom the purest flowers.

Juliet was the only thing he had achieved all these years, but sometimes he also felt pain and felt like breaking free.

I also thought about telling Juliet everything, and destroying myself and many people's painstaking efforts over the years, but the sense of guilt would follow me everywhere.

This is something he should carry on his back. It is his original sin that he can live till now.

But... what if Juliet found out herself?What if it was an force majeure factor from the outside world—for example, Zheng Fenglin?

The screenwriter had to admit that he liked Zheng Fenglin's sudden intrusion and some words and deeds that crossed the line.It's just that this kind of mood can't be expressed anywhere except in my own heart, and I can only secretly look forward to it.

So I was like this?

While looking forward, while reflecting, and at the same time isolating all the influencing factors that may destroy the flower of Juliet...

The screenwriter had a headache, but at this moment he heard the call again.

He complained incessantly, thinking: What's the matter?

This time the call came from another castle.

"Proxy, the two women caught last night ran away!"

"What?!" The screenwriter immediately broke away from the emotions of sadness and sorrow, and asked, "When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Yes...it happened in the afternoon..." The voice on the other end faltered, and said: "She burned our warehouse, and we were busy fighting the fire before, so we didn't have time to report... Now we have the castle as the center, in the Urgent search around! The two weak girls should not be able to run very far!"

The screenwriter got angry and scolded: "What happened in the afternoon is almost the next day! Even ants can crawl a few kilometers away?! I also searched and searched, I think they all Come here!"

After the screenwriter finished cursing, Fuzhi suddenly thought of a certain possibility in his heart, calmed down quickly, and ordered the other side to say: "You guys continue to search, and I will think of a way here, maybe I can find someone. Be sure to wait until the deacon comes back." Before, these two female mice were cleaned up!"

"Yes!" The other side agreed, and then cut off the contact.

In this way, Zheng Fenglin's reaction just now was a bit strange. Could it be that he has already met Song Muxue?

when?Where?

The screenwriter immediately summoned the guard team and ordered: "An unknown person may have broken into the castle. Search every room for me, and search the ground for me even if you dig three feet!"

The castle that had just calmed down fell into turmoil again.