Screenwriter Mystery

"I want a room."

"Asian?"

A small town near Devil's River in Texas.

Bearded Bob looked at Zhao Yuan who walked into the hostel with a different expression on his face.

"Any questions?"

Hearing what the bearded man said, Zhao Yuan frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but be a little wary.

Speaking of the most famous specialty in Texas, apart from braised chicken and no, poker, it is the 'red neck'.

'Red Neck' is a derogatory term for poor, backward, filthy, racist white people in mainstream American media and culture. This group of poor white people hate all people of color and think it's the appearance of people of color and take them away. for the job that should belong to them, even if this job has nothing to do with them.

But, it doesn't matter, they think it is.

Just like a few years later, they decided that the king of understanding was cheated by the king of sleep in the election.

The 'red neck' doctrine is prevalent in Texas. If the bearded man in the hotel in front of him is also one of them, then Zhao Yuan must consider whether to find another hotel, or simply leave the town.

"nothing."

Fortunately, the worst did not happen.

Facing Zhao Yuan's rhetorical question, the bearded man shook his head, and then he reached out and took out a key with a room number plate from under the counter and handed it to him.

"The accommodation fee is thirty dollars a day, and only cash is accepted."

"Also, there is no meal service, including breakfast, and if you want to eat, 'John Charlie' at the corner of town is an option, provided you watch out for the occasional biker party at the restaurant, and of course you You can choose to let me help you take out meals, but there will be an additional fee, one dollar at a time, and the meal fee will be calculated separately."

Reaching out to take the key handed by Beard, Zhao Yuan's fingers ran across the scratches on the number plate, and then took out a crumpled Franklin from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Stay for two days, and the rest will be used for meals."

"no problem."

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the Franklin handed by Zhao Yuan, feeling the wonderful touch of the US dollar in his palm. A smile appeared on the rough face of the bearded man, and he even took the initiative to speak to Zhao Yuan in front of him.

"Do you need me to help you deliver your luggage to your room?"

"unnecessary."

Shaking his head, he declined the bearded 'kindness', Zhao Yuan turned around and walked to the upstairs room.

Hearing Zhao Yuan rejecting his proposal, the bearded man shrugged nonchalantly and watched his back go upstairs.

squeak-

Stepping on the old floor of the inn, Zhao Yuan followed the numbers on the key number plate to find his room.

404.

An unlucky number, although because of cultural differences, Americans are not too taboo about this number.

Inserting the key, along with a harsh sound of the door opening, everything in the room was clearly presented in Zhao Yuan's eyes.

The room is not big, the first thing you see when you walk in is an old single bed.

The bed was covered with a fairly clean white quilt, and there was a small bathroom on the left hand side. With the desk by the window and a lamp, the whole room was completely furnished.

Compared with the cost of thirty dollars, such a simple room is undoubtedly too expensive.

Simply, Zhao's original purpose here was not simply to travel.

He casually threw the suitcase on the bed, Zhao Yuan walked to the window, pulled out the wooden chair under the desk and sat down.

As his thoughts flashed, the broken panel of the system immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

Looking at the more than 20,000 [plot value] at the top of the system, Zhao Yuan's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Finally, it is possible to evolve a script with a slightly larger scene, instead of being limited to a single scene like before."

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan turned on the system's [Script Evolution] function.

When I was about to start my journey, I wrote the script that I had already prepared into it.

Script 3: "Wolf Girl"

Plot overview: According to legend, there is a strange girl who is agile and crawling on all fours in the Devil River area of ​​Texas, USA. The locals call her "Wolf Girl".

It is said that the girl's mother died suddenly at home, so she disappeared mysteriously at home shortly after birth, and her whereabouts are unknown since then.

And some people who claimed to have encountered a "wolf girl" said that the girl not only could not speak, but also had strong aggressiveness, just like a wolf, so local people generally believed that the girl was taken away by a wolf and raised to adulthood.

With the passage of time, the nearby residents have long forgotten the rumors about the 'wolf girl'.

Inside the Hunter's Lodge on the edge of the forest in the Devil's River area.

A rapid dog bark broke the silence...

……

In the hotel room, Zhao Yuan's thoughts flew.

Soon, a script about a modern "wolf girl" appeared in the system.

"...Under his gaze, he disappeared into the depths of the forest..."

When the last words fell on the system, Zhao Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the dense script content on [Script Evolution], the stirring emotions in his heart gradually calmed down.

Open the suitcase on the bed and put the prepared [materials] on the table.

Zhao Yuan immediately gave an instruction to invest in the system.

[Material 1]: Spike Pendant - 5000 [plot value]

[Material 2]: Dilapidated pistol - 5000 [plot value]

[Material 3]: Hat——1000 [plot value]

Originally thought that this time the script of "Wolf Girl" would evolve as smoothly as the previous "Strange Bar"~www.readwn.com~, but unexpectedly, under the page of the system [Script Evolution], a line of crooked prompts popped up.

"Ding! The material is lacking! Please continue to put in the material that fits the plot!"

"Lack of materials?"

Subconsciously frowning, Zhao Yuan's gaze swept over the three [materials] on the table, and soon landed on the last hat.

According to the plot of the script he created, the meaning behind the hat material is extraordinary.

But right now, the system seems to determine that a single hat is not enough to support his description of this in the plot.

"It's just..."

Looking at the beating prompts on the broken panel, Zhao Yuan was speechless for a while.

"You're a broken system, and you don't even have the basic flexibility. No wonder you were beaten up to be the virtuous person you are now."

Silently complained to the system, Zhao Yuan also knew it.

As far as the current system is half-dead and disabled, no matter how much he scolds it, it won't help.

Therefore, in desperation, he could only open the suitcase and start rummaging to see if there was any [material] that fit the script for him to deal with.

"found it!"

It took a few minutes of work to find an old one-cent coin from the corner of the suitcase and held it in his hand.

Zhao Yuan looked up and down the coin.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the pistol on the desk, grabbed the barrel, and started smashing the coins.

boom! boom! boom!

Downstairs, listening to the rhythmic percussion from the room upstairs.

"Asian people really know how to play."

The bearded owner of the hotel then muttered in a low voice.

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