The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful..."

The man with round glasses admired and closed the book, rubbing the yellowed pages with his fingers reluctantly, his face was sickly red.

"No matter how many times I read it, it's amazing. Only this kind of cruel beauty can be called great art!"

The book in the man's hand seems to be old. The paper is yellow and black. It is a thin book. Even the typesetting is the same as it used to be. On the cover, there are four large red print letters of "The King in Yellow" Exudes a strange breath.

The man closed the book, glanced at the thick pile of manuscripts on the table, and nameless anger and unwillingness filled his heart again.

Those are the manuscripts written by him. He loves screenwriting so much and loves to create the world in his mind with his own pen.

But when he submitted these painstaking manuscripts to the producers and directors for review, they were criticized as worthless by those so-called insiders.

Those critical voices seemed to appear in my ears again.

"It's too sad, and the audience doesn't like it."

"The character design is so bad, that actor is willing to accept it."

"Tragedy? Hehe, can you make money?"

"You tell me about artistry, can art afford food?"

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No matter how long it has passed, recalling these comments still made him easily fall into anger. The man was short of breath, his face flushed, he gritted his teeth, and said almost resentfully: "Those markets cater to the audience, they have no integrity, they only pile up characters, A work full of the smell of copper is simply a blasphemy to art!"

"The most ridiculous thing is that that kind of rubbish works are still sought after? The aesthetics of this market is sick... The sick market should be changed, and the audience should know what is real art."

He stroked the yellow seal on the title page, his eyes were gloomy, his fingers trembled slightly, and he murmured nervously, "Soon, soon, soon my wish will come true."

Ever since he got the script of "The King in Yellow" by chance, after reading it, he discovered what is a great work and what is a truly shocking art.

It's the imprint on the title page.

After seeing this imprint, he began to dream frequently, and those grotesque dreams brought him a steady stream of inspiration.

Every time he looked at this imprint, he could feel a withered, sad, and empty beauty.

Later, he discovered that this imprint was also effective for others to see, and he even successfully transformed a producer who liked comedy into one who liked tragedy through this imprint.His first stage play was completed under the recommendation of this producer.

Afterwards, the man tasted the sweetness and began to spread this imprint secretly.

He found that everyone who has seen this imprint is particularly fond of his works, the more tragic and emptier they are, the more enthusiastic the response will be.

But although the producers, directors, and even the actors liked it, the audience didn't like it, not only the attendance rate was low, but the praise rate was also very low.

So he turned his attention to the audience.

The man made the imprint on the stage props and spread it through the stage play. People who have seen the theater really began to fall in love with his works, so he has many diehard fans.

Until one day, he saw the King in Yellow in a dream.

That great existence deeply understood his pain and was willing to help him realize his dream. He was gradually captured by the charm of the other party and became a follower of the king in yellow.

Now, he not only wants to spread his works, but also wants the whole world to hear the gospel of the king in yellow.

He needs more companions.

He scanned the script of "The King in Yellow" and made it into an electronic version, which he sent to some screenwriters and directors.

The scanned copy of "The King in Yellow" with the yellow seal that was sent before has begun to work. Those insiders who have been carefully screened by him have already partially replied to the emails. Inspired to become a like-minded partner to spread the gospel of the king in yellow.

"I still need more works." The man picked up the pen and opened a brand new notebook. His red eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were black and blue, but he didn't care.

In order to create a greater work, he has not slept a full night for three consecutive days, and the occasional nap is not for rest, but to listen to the teachings of the great king in yellow in his dream.

His inspiration, his life, has never been so surging.

And all of this comes from the great king in yellow.

Just as he was burying his head in writing, he suddenly heard a voice from above.

The man put down his pen, raised his head suspiciously, grabbed the mobile phone that was set to mute and checked the time, it was ten past three.

It's so late, how can there be movement up there?

He walked out of the workshop quickly and came to the place shown by the video surveillance. In the surveillance, four people in white uniforms were standing at the door and knocking on the door.

The man opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help taking a step back, cold sweat appeared on his forehead instantly.

Yes, people who are excluded!

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"I'm not at home."

Tian Ying put down the hand that knocked on the door for the third time, seeing that there was still no movement inside, she couldn't help but said.

"Impossible, he just ordered takeaway for dinner."

Lin Xin denied Tian Ying's conjecture. Before coming, he had already investigated the other party's network information and grasped the suspect's latest movements.

Su Yi squinted his eyes behind them, and he could feel that the screenwriter should be in the basement of the villa.

So he simply suggested: "Break the door directly, maybe he already knows about our arrival."

Lin Xin nodded, and said to another team member behind him: "You take people to surround all directions of the house first, don't let people run away, Tian Ying and Le Rong follow me in."

After a harsh mechanical sound, the door was skillfully removed by the technical team.

"My God, what does this smell like?"

Tian Ying covered her nose and frowned.

As soon as you enter the room, you will be greeted by a strong stench. The sour smell of food and the smell of fermentation are mixed together, which is comparable to a biological weapon.

Su Yi, who was not affected by the darkness, saw that there were piles of takeaway boxes and garbage in the room, and there was almost no place to walk. These things that had not been processed for several days gave off an unpleasant smell, which made everyone present Everyone frowned.

"This kind of house can actually be lived in." Tian Ying broke down and kicked the takeaway boxes scattered on the ground, trying to make a way out.

After passing through the living room, the other rooms were not much better, they were filthy and messy.

The three checked the rooms on the first and second floors separately, but found no one.

Tian Ying couldn't help but whispered: "This is not a place where people live, it's like a pig's nest. Captain, there is no one everywhere."

Lin Xin recalled the contents of the investigation and said, "Look for the basement. I remember there is a basement here."

In the end, Su Yi found the hidden entrance to the basement in a utility room, under a dirty carpet.

Looking at this hidden entrance, the three of them glanced at each other, and they were basically sure that there must be something wrong with the screenwriter. Except for those who have secrets, no one would hide the basement in such a hidden way at home.

"Proceed with caution." After Lin Xin pulled out the supporting wood/cang from his waist and gave instructions, he held the wooden/cang and entered the dark basement first, followed by Su Yi and Tian Ying.

The size of the basement is not too big, and there is a damp smell, which can be clearly seen under the strong flashlight. There are four rooms in total.

Su Yi moved his ears, and he heard a depressive heavy breathing from the corner.

"careful!"

Su Yi pushed away Lin Xin beside him, allowing him to avoid the sound of shooting at him.

"Be careful, the opponent has a weapon in his hand."

Lin Xin lay on the ground and said in a low voice.

"there!"

Su Yi turned on the flashlight.

Lin Xin opened the wood/cang without hesitation, and relying on his fighting instinct all the time, adjusted the mouth of the wood/cang downward to ensure that he would not hit the vital point.

The sound of the wooden/silo with the silencer installed was very small, and after a few consecutive sounds, there was a muffled hum in the darkness.

Su Yi rushed forward first, picked up the chair in the corner, and knocked him to the ground.

Tian Ying raised the bright flashlight in his hand and shone it. The embarrassed man was lying on the ground, covering his eyes to block the light of the flashlight. In his hand was the knocked down short crossbow, which he used to attack Lin Xin just now.

Lin Xin took out the handcuffs and cuffed the man's hands, and said with a sneer, "You dare to attack the staff of the exclusion center, you are very brave."

Unexpectedly, the man didn't show any fear at all. He let out a bah, didn't speak, and looked confident.

After escorting the man away, Su Yi and Lin Xin went into the basement to search for clues. Unsurprisingly, they found ashes in the corner, which proved that the other party had destroyed part of the evidence. The laptop was smashed to pieces, and the hard drive was even shattered.

"It seems that he has discovered us a long time ago. When he searched above, he was busy destroying evidence."

Tian Ying looked at the debris on the ground, and said angrily, "We can only let the evidence department go back and think of a solution."

In addition to these destroyed things, Lin Xin also found some written scripts and some books on the study of occultism and evil gods, but these are not substantial evidence.

Seeing this, Su Yi sighed in his heart, it seemed that he had to help himself.

"Look here, the bookshelf seems to have been moved!"

Lin Xin's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward.

The basement is not cleaned frequently, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the ground, which makes the traces of the bookshelf being moved very conspicuous on the ground.

"Hurry up, move it away." After Lin Xin and Su Yi moved the bookshelf full of books away, a hole was revealed.

Su Yi took out something wrapped in cloth from it, and opened it, it was a thin book.

Lin Xin saw the four blood-red words "King in Yellow Clothes" on the cover, and hurried over, "Don't open it!"

There was some fear in his voice, "This is a forbidden book, and if you read it, you will be targeted by the unspeakable being."

Lin Xin wrapped the book in cloth again, as if it was a fragile object in his hand.

"Go back. Finding this is enough to keep him in jail until he dies."

Su Yi walked last, his gaze resting on the cloth bag for a while.

It was enough, just a brief contact made him remember the breath on the book, and when he went back at night, he could pay a good visit to this existence in the dream.

I don't know what kind of character this person is?

Su Yi walked slowly, his heart full of anticipation.