84_84678Seeing that the people below were still a little confused, Eric said, "Actually, I already have a lot of ideas for this story, and I will let people give it to you as a reference after the meeting." In the meantime, I'll give you some hints, Mueller's ultimate goal is to find clues to his sister's disappearance, and even find his sister eventually. As for the deep hypnotic memories of Guò, he discovers that his sister's disappearance is related to the alien abduction, so he will record and classify the paranormal phenomena he encounters, and Mullertonguò's own professional sensibilities will pick out the information that may be useful, and put it together like a child's jigsaw puzzle, and finally form a complete clue to the colonial conspiracy of the Brets, you can add a plot of Muller taking notes in each episode. ”

The idea for the subtitle, 'Puzzle', came up with Eric's idea on the fly, as in the original, it was Dana Scarrie who often recorded the paranormal encounters, but in the episodes that Eric had watched, he didn't find any special purpose for Scarrie's notes. In this case, Eric felt that it was best to use this idea for the male lead. Moreover, the plot of 'puzzle' can also arouse speculation and curiosity among fans, and this kind of suspenseful setting has always been a great magic weapon to attract popularity in American dramas.

After Eric finished speaking this time, the screenwriters didn't raise any concerns, after all, they are the best science fiction screenwriters jointly found by Fox and Firefly, if Eric not only gives a general background, but also gives his own plot ideas for reference, if these people can't write a script with the strength of eight people, then they are not worthy of their own name.

After another half an hour of discussing the details, Eric finally concluded: "So, you have two months to come up with a script that satisfies me, and at the end of the year, Firefly and Fox will work together to produce a sample of the first episode of Zuò." I hope you don't disappoint the audience. If you have no further doubts, just dismiss the meeting. ”

As everyone left, Eric and Eren whispered about things. While quickly packing the information in front of him into the Wen Jiàn folder, he raised his head. But I saw that Elizabeth was still sitting at the end of the long desk, with her right hand on her chin, looking at her with curiosity.

"I'm going to CAA headquarters next, are you going?" asked Eric tentatively.

"Huh?" Elizabeth reacted, looking at her watch, "It's eleven o'clock now, and it's almost time for lunch." ”

"Eat there at noon, you can go home if you don't go. ”

"I'll go!" replied reflexively, muttering to herself don't want to dump me.

The little tail adorned Eric and got into the car. Elizabeth sat next to Eric in the back seat until the car drove up the road for a while, and the girl still glanced at Eric from time to time, and her eyes did not hide her curiosity at all. Eric, who originally looked down and took the time to look at the text, was stared at inexplicably, and couldn't help asking, "What do you want to say?"

"I'm just curious, how are you ...... Thinking of those things, Brets, Syndicates, or whatever?"

Eric closed the sentence and put it on his lap, turned his head to stare into the girl's eyes, and said with a hint of mystery in his tone: "Actually." I'm a futuristic person who traveled back in time from 2012 onwards. ”

"Huh?" Elizabeth blinked, but didn't react.

Eric lowered his voice and leaned over to the girl's side and continued, "It's true about the Brady people, after December 21, 2012. Black Oil launched an invasion, infecting ninety-nine percent of humanity and forming a resistance against the remaining remnants of humanity. I'm one of them, but our resistance is too weak to stand up to the Brets. When the Bretts were about to wipe out the Resistance, we used the technology of the Bretts to invent the Time Shuttle, and my companions sent me to this era, hoping that I could destroy their plot before the Bretts began to colonize. But I'm alone now. The X-Files can only be relied on to vaguely tell the truth of the matter to the people. ”

"The Brett must have sent a man named the T-800 to hunt you down, right?" the girl gave Eric a blank look and pushed him away, "Don't think I haven't seen Terminator." ”

The driver in the front row and Allen chuckled. Eric stretched out his hands: "Look, you don't believe me when I tell the truth. Then don't ask so much. ”

The girl was very unhappy with Eric's perfunctory: "You are obviously talking nonsense. ”

Eric shook his head and was about to lower his head and continue to look at Wen Jiàn, Elizabeth couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are we going to CAA for?"

"You'll know when you go, don't mess around, let me read this information. Eric didn't bother to explain, and waved his hand.

Elizabeth snorted angrily, but stopped bothering Eric and turned her head to the other side.

"Eric," a small figure pounced on Eric as he walked into a reception room in the CAA building.

Eric picked up Stuart Runkel and spun around, rubbed the little guy's head and smiled, "You've grown a lot taller." ”

"You're still that tall," Stu Stu, who was standing in front of Eric and raised his head, looked Eric up and down, "Eric, it looks like you're not going to grow any longer." ”

Eric smiled and rubbed the little guy's head again: "Don't be like a little adult, an eight-year-old child should look like an eight-year-old." ”

"What should an eight-year-old look like?" Little Stu asked very 'vicissitudes', seeing Eric walking towards his parents, shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to look at the others who came with Eric, and when he saw the tall and beautiful Elizabeth, the little guy immediately stepped forward with bright eyes, showing a childlike smile: "Hi, hello!"

Elizabeth originally felt that this little guy was a little familiar, but at this time she finally reacted to the identity of the other party, and the girl's motherhood squatted down and touched Stewart's head, with a look of surprise: "You are Kevin, Kevin in "Home Alone". ”

"My name is Stuart Runkel, you can call me Stuart," the little guy said after introducing himself, pretending to be naïve, "this lady, you are so beautiful, can I hug you?"

"Of course," said Elizabeth, without much thought, smiled and went to hug the little boy.

After greeting Stewart's parents and the new agent named Brian Kutzman, Eric turned his head and smiled wryly when he heard the innocent words of the little one to hug him.

"Stu, don't eat girls' tofu indiscriminately, I haven't seen you for half a year, how did you become a little pervert?"

The little guy struggled twice and got rid of Eric's big hand: "Eric, you are so stingy, I am so small, I can't do anything, even if it is your girl, there will be no shortage of meat in a hug." ”

"Let's wait until you're eighteen years old, and now do what you should do at your age. ”

Stewart was about to retort, but Mrs. Runkel, who was worried that the little one would annoy Eric, hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the little one away with a smile.

But Elizabeth, who heard the brief conversation between the two, had fallen into a stupor, which ...... Is it really an eight-year-old?

No one in the reception room cared about the girl's thoughts, and after a brief conversation, Eric led Allen and Charleson Runkel and Stewart's new agent into the small conference room next to it, leaving only Elizabeth and Runkel's mother and son.

The reception room fell silent, and the little guy seemed to not notice what was happening around him, ran to the sofa, took out a Rubik's cube from a small school bag, and played with himself.

Feeling a little bored, the girl also walked over and sat down on the sofa, picked up a magazine on the coffee table and flipped through it casually, only Stewart's mother stood at the door of the small conference room and listened for a while, wanting to push the door in, but she stretched out her hand several times and didn't dare to make a move, so she could only walk around in the open space at the door of the small conference room.

Elizabeth was looking at the magazine, and the childish voice in her ears sounded again: "What's your name?"

The girl looked up and saw the boy who was constantly playing with the Rubik's cube much larger than his palm: "Are you asking me? You can call me...... Leeds. ”

"I'm not familiar with you, so I'll call you Elizabeth," the little guy said, and continued to ask with big pure eyes, "Miss Elizabeth, are you Eric's woman?"

"No," the girl instinctively felt that she shouldn't talk to the little fellow anymore, but she had to answer the question: "I'm just his assistant." ”

But as soon as she finished speaking, the girl heard a syllable with obvious disdain: "Cut." ”

"Little one, what do you mean by that?" the girl couldn't help but put down the magazine in her hand and raised her head to stare at the little boy.

Stewart said honestly, "I just think you're a little hypocritical. ”

"I ...... Hypocrisy?" The girl pointed to her nose in disbelief, "Why do you call me hypocritical?"

The little guy shrugged: "Eric just didn't let you go in with him, which means that you are just an inconsequential female assistant, and your salary will definitely not be very high." If you're not Eric's woman, then where do you get the money to buy something so expensive, and your Chanel bag alone isn't something you can afford with a salary?"

"I've got ten times richer money in my house than that bastard!" the girl retorted, completely oblivious to Stewart's age, like an enraged she-cat.

"Oh," the little guy said in a long voice, and nodded, "I understand." ”

Elizabeth sat back on the couch, picked up the magazine, flipped through a few pages, and decided not to pay any attention to the little fellow.

But the little guy didn't let her go: "You like Eric, that's why you let the rich lady not do it, and came to him as an assistant, right?"

Hearing this, the girl immediately threw the decision she had just made behind her: "I don't like that bastard!"

The little guy sighed and said, "Hey, a duplicitous woman, even children can't bear to be deceived." ”

"You ......"

The little guy was about to continue to tease the girl, but Mrs. Runkel, who was already very irritated, finally spoke, and her voice was slightly sharp: "Stu, shut up for me, don't bully this young lady again." (To be continued).