Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"The progress of the cage script has reached 100, and the actor's consciousness has been withdrawn, the world scene is closed, and the progress of the storage is 3,28, 56,100, [-], [-]."

"C-level actor Mu Zhichan, your plot deviation index for this performance task is 89.

The script completion degree is 100.

Comprehensive evaluation: a-

Obtained basic credit points: 10.

Subsequent audience tipping credits will be allocated to personal terminals according to the proportion of the role, please pay attention to check. "

"5000 maintenance credits have been issued to your account, please pay attention to check."

"C-level actor Mu Zhichan, serial number: 7769, welcome back to the real world."

……

Mu Zhichan slumped on the beige sofa in the performance room, calmly lit an electronic cigarette and put it in her mouth.

When he returned to the real world again, he felt a bit unreal. After all, he performed two script worlds in succession. Even though the emotions would be automatically diluted after the end of each world, there was still some residual emotion.

Mu Zhichan has already become obsessed with the fact that the love restriction doesn't work. He doesn't want to ask who the actors of Wan Yijun and Yesa are in these two scripts anyway. In any scene in the world, when I think about my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, it hurts.

He clicked on the light brain, brought up the light blue virtual light screen, logged into Xinghuan's official website with a blank face, clicked on the personal center, found the two script videos edited by the master brain, and watched them, and the whole process was played at 2x speed.

Time passed bit by bit, just when Mu Zhichan felt that he had evolved into an emotional movie-watching machine, his eyes suddenly paused, and he clicked pause quickly.

Therefore, the video of the sick ghost and the jealous man pauses at the scene where he and Wan Yijun are eating at the same table, and then the conversation between him and Wan Yijun slowly emerged in Mu Zhichan's mind

I want to see you.

What's the meaning?Aren't we meeting now?

No.

Can you promise me?

Although I don't understand what you mean, but I promise you, you can't cheat me anyway, right?

Of course not.

And

Don't call me Mr. Wan.

What do you call that?Brother Wan?

Call me kill.

Lu?which lu?Why is it called this?

The killing of killing is my word.

Then call you Brother Killer.

……

Mu Zhichan's heart skipped a beat, she silently took off the electronic cigarette from her mouth, held it between her fingers, and frowned in thought.

Who is this person?

Why do you look so much like Jiang Lu in terms of words, deeds, demeanor and eyes?

And... what did he mean by those words?Could it be implying something?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Mu Zhichan frowned and watched the video of the prison cage again, then clicked absentmindedly to confirm the upload, stood up and took out a pair of black short boots from the closet, put them on and left Xinghuan headquarters.

Since I can't figure it out for a while, I'd better have a big meal first and then continue to think about it. After all, it's not important for a dog man to eat.

But history is always surprisingly similar. As soon as Mu Zhichan walked out of the gate of Xinghuan, he saw Ke Yin leaning against the stone pillar.

Oh, he's so weird, how can this guy block him on time every time?

Mu Zhichan had a headache.

In fact, at the beginning, he had a very bad impression of Koyne. As soon as they met, he knocked him out and forced him to sleep, and temporarily took away his most cherished photo album, even though he knew that the other party's purpose was to make him Take a break to relax and relax your tense nerves, but such a method is really not suitable for treating a depressed patient who is on the verge of collapse.

So thanks to the fact that Mu Zhichan was so preoccupied with how to get back the cherished photo album, so other things can be completely ignored, as if a blind cat met a dead mouse, which made his "illness" not continue. worsened, but gradually improved.update the fastest

What made Mu Zhichan completely change his view of Ke Yin was that four years ago, when he was in Ke Yin's car to go to the hospital for a physical examination, he unfortunately encountered a series of car accidents. In the end, Mo Zhichan himself was not harmed, but Ke Yin's back was severely scratched, and he lay in the hospital for half a month.

From then on, although Mu Zhichan was still wary of Ke Yin, she didn't hate him so much.

"It's been a bit long to enter the copy world this time." The man in the silver-gray windbreaker walked slowly to his side with a soft judo voice, and the chain hanging from the side of the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose reflected a faint light from the sunlight .

"Well, the main brain system is under temporary maintenance." Mu Zhichan took out a rubber band from his trouser pocket, picked up the long silver-white hair at the back of his head and tied it into a high ponytail, and raised his eyes to glance at him , lazily asked: "What can you do with me?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?" Ke Yin asked with a smile.

"It's better to say goodbye, every time you come to see me, I feel that there is nothing good." Mu Zhichan said coolly, "I'm going to my friend's place later, you can do it yourself."

"He Mumu?" Ke Yan stared at his face and smiled softly.

"En." Mu Zhichan replied, then he thought of something, opened his wrist and said, "By the way, I'm almost done with sleeping pills, come, give me an authorization to buy medicine."

Now when buying certain special medicines, you need the authorization of a doctor before you can buy them, otherwise the pharmacy will not sell them.

"Can't sleep well again?" Ke Yin frowned slightly, his eyes traced the slightly pale face of Mu Zhichan, "Haven't the sleeping pills been discontinued for a long time?"

"Yes..." Mu Zhichan chuckled, but didn't want to say anything more.

Ever since he returned from sweeping Jiang Lu's tomb that day, for some reason, he would have nightmares one after another every night, and then wake up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

And when he continued to sleep again, his thoughts seemed uncontrollable, and he frantically recalled the scenes of Jiang Lu's body being pushed into the incinerator and the funeral. Even though his body was very tired and sleepy, his spirit was in an uneasy state. normal hyperactivity.

"The medicine is for seven days. One pill a day. Don't take too much. If you still can't sleep, call me. I'll be here 24 hours." Unidentified emotions, "Let's go, I'll take you to He Mu Muna."

"Okay, thank you." Mu Zhichan didn't refuse anymore, and simply got on Ke Yin's suspension sports car.

Ten minutes later, Mu Zhichan got out of the car to say goodbye to Ke Yin, and then walked into a tattoo parlor called "Zhong Xia".

As soon as he entered the store, he saw a man with a cropped cut and a black racerback vest sitting in front of the tattoo machine, intently tattooing a flying bird on a woman's arm.

"Brother Mu!" The little beauty at the front desk, Xiu Sinian, her eyes lit up, and she greeted her with a sweet smile, "It's been a long time since you came!"

"Long time no see." Mu Zhichan sat on the sofa familiarly, and greeted Xiu Sinian with a smile.

"The boss should be done soon, you sit down first, I'll make you a cup of coffee." After speaking, Xiu Sinian planned to grind the coffee beans.

"Don't give him coffee." He Mumu interrupted Xiu Sinian in a hoarse voice without even raising her eyelids, "Give him a cup of warm milk, if the dark circles under his eyes get any heavier, I can hand him over to the country."

"Tsk." Looking at He Mumu's flowing lines, Mu Zhichan had to say that a man who works hard is indeed very attractive.

In fact, at first hearing the name He Mumu, one would think that she is a fresh and cute little girl, but in fact she is a tough guy with a small hair and a big flower tattoo on her arm. The name and design of the person are seriously inconsistent.

He and He Mumu are college roommates. They have known each other for almost ten years. After graduation, He Mumu inherited the family business and opened a tattoo shop. A milk tea shop, instead of becoming an actor just to make money like now.

"Come on Brother Mu, warm the milk." Xiu Sinian smiled teasingly and handed him a glass of milk.

"Thank you." Mu Zhichan reluctantly took the milk and took a few sips, just at this time He Mumu's side also ended.

So, he watched the woman with the flying bird pattern pay the money with a satisfied expression, and walked away briskly.

"How long can you rest this time?" He Mumu picked up a dry towel hanging on the wall and casually wiped the sweat off his face, and asked while sitting next to Mu Zhichan.

"About half a month." Mu Zhichan thought for a while, "Actually, I'm here today for a meal, and I can't forget the steak and rice I ate at "Sunken Ship" last time. "

"..." He Mumu was silent for a moment, and said, "Can you stop calling my luxurious and elegant bar like a small restaurant on the side of the road."

"Just take it as if I'm praising you." Mu Zhichan said calmly.

The "Sunken Ship" bar is another property of He Mumu. The business is far more prosperous than this tattoo shop. It is one of the best bars in the lower world. and others.

"Tch." He Mumu sneered, picked up the black leather coat that was on the sofa, put it on, and said to Xiu Sinian: "If someone comes to me, let him come back tomorrow. I'm going to take the cub out now. Foraging."

"Good boss." Xiu Sinian tilted his head and smiled.

Mu Zhichan expressed disdain for He Mumu's unilateral announcement of the relationship between father and son, but in order to cook delicious steak, he decided to be a son for the time being.

"Shipwreck" is actually next to the tattoo parlor. It is divided into upper, middle and lower floors. Each floor has a different style of horizontal decoration, which is a unique beauty that cannot be described.

The middle floor is the main hall, which is light, luxurious and elegant. There are colorful cocktails on the bar in the center of the main hall, and the bartenders in uniform vests are showing off their skills behind the bar.

At this time, in a semi-box surrounded by layers of veils in the main hall, there are three upper-class people sitting. They are extremely aggressive in appearance and temperament, and the inferior people who come to deliver drinks are very aggressive. While the waiter is silent, he can't help but look forward to it.

The author has something to say: the next chapter pulls the dog man out for a while