Screenwriter Mystery

"You actually laughed?"

Looking at Detective Phil on the side, Detective Zhou's eyes flashed with a speechless look.

"Under such circumstances, you actually care about this kind of thing in the first place!"

In response, Agent Phil shrugged, and his eyes also fell on the face of the FBI agent in front of him.

"I'm just trying to ease the horror, so what did you find?"

Taking his eyes away from Detective Phil's face, Detective Zhou looked at the FBI agent with a stiff expression in front of him, and whispered: "They watched the content of the video of the conjuring, and they were cursed by the guy in the video, but it's just the time of the curse. It's not too long, so I haven't turned into a puppet like the guy at the door."

"At least in the eye area."

Saying that, Detective Zhou looked at the stiff-faced FBI agent in front of him. They had an unhappy meeting with BSI not long ago, but when they met again, the other party had already changed into what he is now. .

In his heart, he silently guarded himself, and then Agent Zhou said to the FBI agent: "Now, I need your help, both for us and for yourself."

The white FBI agent obviously also knows that the only one he can rely on in his current situation is the BSI agent in front of him.

Therefore, he still cares about disdain or distrust there, moving the only eyeball that can still move all over his body, trying his best to move down.

"Very well, it looks like you can still hear my voice."

Detective Zhou stared unblinkingly at the FBI agent in front of him. Seeing him controlling the movement of his eyes, he couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

At least, the situation is not at its worst.

However, thinking of the Jamie they met at the door, who had completely turned into a puppet under the power of the curse, Agent Zhou felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Under the power of the curse, this does not guarantee that the FBI agent who can still preserve his remaining consciousness will become a puppet like Jamie in the next second.

Thinking of this, Detective Zhou did not hesitate any longer, and immediately started his own inquiry.

"From now on, I'll ask you some questions. If the answer is 'YSE', move your eyes to your left, and if it's 'NO', move your eyes to your right. Do you understand?"

Hearing what Detective Zhou said, the FBI agent in front of them moved his eyes and looked to the left to prove that he heard it.

Determined how to answer, Detective Zhou immediately began his own investigation.

"So, all of you are here because you watched the video?"

"Look left - YSE."

"Is the content of the video the same as the soul-calling video shot by Jamie?"

"Look left - YSE."

"Have you seen anything like controlling these people and your subjects or anything?"

"Look left - YSE."

"Tell me, what is it?"

Seeing the FBI agent answering that he had seen the weirdness controlling them, Agent Phil, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask.

However, in response to Agent Phil's questioning, the eyes of the FBI agent with a stiff expression did not move.

"He can only answer 'YSE' and 'NO' now."

In response, Detective Zhou turned his head to look at Detective Phil beside him and said speechlessly.

However, just as Detective Zhou's voice fell, the FBI agent's originally motionless eyes began to move, looking neither to the left nor to the right, but towards the top.

"What does he mean?"

Looking at the FBI agent's constantly upward eyes, Agent Phil had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Is it YSE or NO?"

In the face of the FBI agent's reaction, the two BSIs suddenly looked at each other in confusion.

However, the two quickly reacted.

They looked at each other and shouted almost in unison.

"I see."

"It's the second floor!"

And just as they called out the second floor, the FBI's upward eyes moved to the left at the same time.

...

"I've been working hard and I'll be able to pay off all my arrears and student loans in two more years..."

"I'm very happy to have my current job."

"...I plan to propose to my girlfriend, but I wonder if she will agree to me?"

"Starting today, I'm going to work hard. I'm too fat. No girl likes fat."

"...It's all because of that **** spirit exploration. If it wasn't for filming, I wouldn't agree to participate in any spirit exploration..."

"I want to save money. I have a fancy for a beautiful bag, but it's too expensive. With my current salary, I need to eat or drink it for more than a month. Maybe I should think of other ways?"

"I hate socializing, I hate that **** job, I hate everyone, why do you all seem so happy..."

"I feel discriminated against because I'm not of the same color as you, and because I'm black, you feel like you can point your finger at me, just like you did to our ancestors."

Inside the wooden house, the missing persons were staggered to each other, which seemed to create a lively party atmosphere.

However, when Amanda approached them, she found that what was said from their mouths seemed out of tune with everything around them.

They kept repeating monotonous sentences, just like fragments of sentences recorded in toy puppets, without any logic at all, and even the content of their conversations was completely irrelevant.

Rigid movements, paired with repetitive phrases that are muttered in the mouth.

Gives a strange and inexplicable sense of horror.

"Looks like you've noticed."

Returning the empty glass in his hand to the missing person who was serving as a waiter, the latter kept repeating the words that he would become a big man.

Spike glanced at the people in the wooden house with his slightly drooping eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In his field of vision, behind each missing person was a clockwork that was either blurry or clear, with a wooden texture, constantly running. rotation.

With the twisting of the clockwork, the movements of these missing persons will continue to repeat their previous actions after each pause.

"Everyone here is just a puppet, and the grotesque controls them to perform a 'lively' banquet."

"What's its purpose?"

Amanda looked at the people around her. Although she couldn't see the clockwork behind them like Spike did, she also felt the deliberateness of everything in front of her. It was like a toy in a child's hand. Everyone knew that it was just a False game, but the kids enjoy it.

"To cover up my loneliness."

"Lonely?"

This is the second time Amanda has heard this description from Spike.