Screenwriter Mystery

"I just like a man like you who has the courage to die."

Through the broken screen of the system, I saw Bert's performance in my eyes.

Zhao Yuan had a sincere smile on his face, and looked at him with relief.

Don't look at the shabby appearance of the nose stud male Bert, the key is that people can get around, and they don't need Zhao Yuan to use [plot value] to take the initiative to cooperate with the performance.

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"…"

Seeing Bert walking into the bar, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Then they went to the bar one after another. After all, no one wants to be the Loser that Burt said.

As everyone walked into the bar one by one, soon only Cathy was left standing alone in the alley.

"Wait...wait for me..."

Looking up at the flashing neon bones on the bar sign, for some reason an inexplicable sense of unease spread in Cathy's heart. She turned her head and glanced at the dark environment around the alley. Cathy suddenly exclaimed and moved towards the bar. Run past the door.

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"Ha ha ha ha…"

"Drink, drink..."

"...My head has been hurting a lot lately, as if something was running around in it..."

"You should change your head!"

"I quite like this head now."

"Long time no see, where have you been recently?"

"...Mexico, there is delicious food there."

Entering the bar, the commotion and the frenzied atmosphere immediately enveloped Cathy.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol in the air, and the dim lights mixed with the country rock music of the 1980s, seemed to bring time back to that manic era.

Under the influence of the smell of alcohol, Cathy's originally somewhat sober brain became blurred, and the corners of her mouth, which had been pulled because of nervousness and worry, were slightly raised.

"It turned out to be just an ordinary bar."

With her drunken eyes hazy, she didn't even notice that, with the dim lights of the bar, her outfit also became retro.

Tightly fitted dresses become exaggerated shoulder-padded shirts.

The black stockings on the thighs were replaced by a miniskirt and thermal pants that were the most fashionable of the 1980s.

Even the makeup on the face has become retro and exaggerated, with bright eyeshadows, hot thick wire hair and huge earrings.

Mingming's body has changed so much, and the whole fashion sense has gone backwards for more than 20 years.

However, Cathy herself acted as if she was unconscious.

"It's the person just now..."

With a pair of blurry eyes, he swept across the lively 'crowd' in the bar.

In the corner, Cathy saw the tall figure she had just met. He sat quietly in the corner of the bar with three glasses of beer in front of him, which was out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him.

"Casey, I knew you, Bichi, who was unwilling to be lonely, could not come in."

It's just, I haven't waited for Cathy to see clearly.

Suddenly behind her, someone reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and giggling and scolding came from her ears.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Susan, unless I quit, you'll never want to take my place!"

Not to be outdone, she replied, Cathy turned her head and saw a familiar face standing behind her.

Like her, Susan, who is standing in the bar at the moment, is also dressed in a retro outfit from the 1980s.

There is exaggerated eye shadow on her face, and the silver skirt and the dark and shiny thighs form a sharp color difference.

However, Cathy didn't seem to see this obviously abnormal change at all, and she still laughed and scolded Susan tit-for-tat.

"…All right."

Just like this, you chatted with me for a while, and then Susan grabbed Cathy's arm with an unfinished expression and walked towards the bar.

"Bert and the others are drinking at the bar."

Allowing Susan to pull away in the direction of the bar counter, the two passed by the noisy crowd at the bar.

Whether it was Cathy's delusion or not, she always felt that every time they passed a wine table, the sound at the wine table would become quieter, and the guests at the wine table looked at her in surprise.

However, when Cathy looked along the line of sight, the noise was once again lively, as if everything was just her illusion.

"What would you like to drink, guest?"

In this strange sense of disobedience, Cathy came to the bar.

There, she saw the nose pin male Bert and others.

Of course, their outfits at the moment are also full of retro vibes of the 1980s, acid-washed jeans, bomber jackets and exaggerated explosive heads, which are completely low-to-explosive outfits at the moment, but in America in the 1980s It's a very trendy outfit.

"Give me a martini."

Looking at the appearance of Bert and others, Cathy's face did not reveal the slightest strange look, she turned her head and said to the bartender at the bar.

"Okay, guest."

Hearing Cathy's order, the bartender standing at the bar put down the empty wine glass he was wiping, and replied weakly.

The bartender looked skinny, even more skinny than the nose stud male Bert. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com had a pale face, and even fell directly in front of Cathy and the others in the next second. It is not surprising to die on the spot.

Turning around, under Cathy's gaze, the bartender picked up the bottle tremblingly and started to mix.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

At this moment, the black man who had been drinking in front of the bar stood up, kissed Susan on the cheek, and said with a smoky face.

"Wait for me to come back, baby."

"Then you have to hurry up, dear."

She smiled and kissed her boyfriend Martin, but Susan turned her eyes and inadvertently hooked Bert, the man with the nose piercing next to her, and winked provocatively.

"Bichi."

Looking at Susan's small movements, Cathy couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"The martini you want is ready, guest."

Opposite the bar, the bar stretched out a scrawny palm and pushed the prepared wine in front of Cathy.

"Of course, baby, how could I be willing to leave you alone for too long."

Drunkenly smiled, and then stretched out his hand and patted his girlfriend's plump buttocks heavily, arousing a burst of coquettish anger, and Martin turned around contentedly.

With drunken steps, he staggered toward the bathroom.

When passing one of the tables, a guest sitting at the wine table also stood up and walked behind him with his head down.

Turning his head and glancing at the guy behind him, Martin didn't care too much, he just regarded him as a guest who went to the bathroom just like himself.

He opened his mouth and burped heavily. Under the urging of his bladder, Martin walked into the bathroom with the guests behind him.