"Oh, I see."

Jian Hitomi, who finally learned the truth, stared at the short "pirate girl" with a suspicious gaze and asked, "Are you really a scriptwriter?" Can you show me your work? ”

Her reaction is the same as that of Wang Zhihao in the planning team - anyone who sees such a small scriptwriter will wonder if she is joking.

"I brought my own novel, do you want to read it?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Uh-huh, take a look." Jian Tong rubbed her hands a little excitedly, as if she wanted to "educate" the little Lori in front of her.

However, Zhao Nuo knows that despite the different writing directions, the creative ability of the "ghost and god scriptwriter" will definitely not lose to Jian Tong, and it should be even stronger.

"Oh."

Zhou Yan responded, then immediately lifted his pirate coat, revealing a large piece of fair skin, took out a stack of paper inserted in his belt and handed it to Jian Tong: "This is it." ”

"Hey, what are you doing, you've been watched!" Jian Tong stared at Zhou Yan's face in surprise.

"It's okay, there are no outsiders." Zhou Yan said.

"Please, there's a big man here." Jian Tong sighed and turned to Zhao Nuo: "It's better for me to work with this girl, it's too dangerous for her to stay with you." ”

"Who do you think your brother is......" Zhao Nuo walked to Jian Tong's side speechlessly, and also looked at the novel written by the "ghost scriptwriter" in her hand.

The paper is neatly bound by staples on the left, and the first page is the title written in scarlet font:

The Extremely Cruel Philosopher.

Turning the first page, I saw that it was a flowing book that did not conform to Zhou Yan's appearance at all, and the font on the notes in the game of "Death Chamber" was exactly the same:

Zhang Luo is a freelancer and a photographer. He lived a peaceful life until three days ago, when his nightmare began. ”

"That night, while he was sleeping, he heard a mysterious voice......

The content of the following story is full of grotesqueness and madness, but it is different from simple ghost stories, but it can be reasonably explained.

The skill of the ghost and god scriptwriter is really extraordinary, even Zhao Nuo, who has been baptized by horror games, feels that this story is very feeling.

Together with Jian Tong, he finished reading this cruel story without saying a word. After watching the desperate ending, Zhao Nuo's heart inexplicably rose with a sense of heaviness. And Jian Tong's face was even more gloomy, and her original good mood was gone.

"Is this really what you wrote?" Jian Tong asked calmly.

"Well, what's wrong?" Zhou Yan asked.

"For such a young child, it's better to write something more sunny, this kind of thing you write is too depressing, won't it affect you?" Jian Hitomi placed the manuscript on the desk next to her.

In fact, Zhao Nuo also felt the same way about his cousin's words.

- Zhou Yan's story is not only full of dark and cruel plots, but even the ending is always extremely desperate.

She is different from the "low-level abuser" who usually directly makes the protagonist die, and has reached the realm of "high-level abuser" who first makes the protagonist completely desperate, and then kills the protagonist by the most cruel means.

There is no hope for the story of this kind of plot, and it is completely abused to the end. Although it is full of talent, except for some people who have special hobbies, normal people will definitely not like it.

And if you want to use this kind of script to adapt a game, it will undoubtedly have a bad impact on the company's reputation - even if it is a horror game, no one wants to pay for this kind of abusive plot.

"Ah, that's all I do." Zhou Yan said.

"Work with my sister in the future, and I'll let you see the good things in the world." Jian Tong touched Zhou Yan's cheek with pity, looking very sad.

"You have lily tendencies?" Zhao Nuo asked.

"Die, stupid brother. Well, my little sister and I will go to the script team's office, where you will be found. Jian Tong picked up the manuscript as he spoke, and pulled Zhou Yan, who was full of reluctance, and left.

……

Speechless, the two left, and Zhao Nuo continued to install the game on his computer.

He had just inserted the disc into the drive when he noticed a pen dropped on the floor and walked over to pick it up.

At this time, Zhao Nuo suddenly realized that this pen was not from his office.

In addition to the ordinary employees of the art group, the company is equipped with the same brand of black water-based pen, which looks round and red shell "color pen", which obviously does not belong to itself.

He hadn't seen Jian Tong, who lived with him, ever used this kind of pen, it seemed that this thing could only belong to Zhou Yan.

Casually opening the pen cover, Zhao Nuo used the pen to make a stroke on the A4 white paper on the table, wanting to see what color it was. But......

No color, nothing.

"Is it broken? Wait a minute......"

Thinking of a terrifying possibility, Zhao Nuo's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, he took out the ultraviolet lamp he had brought before from the drawer of his desk, turned on the switch, and shone it on the white paper.

A faint green trail appeared on the paper, which was undoubtedly a highlighter.

What does that girl usually carry a highlighter with her? And combined with her dark thoughts, can it be ......

Originally, Zhao Nuo didn't suspect the girl at all, but now he wasn't sure that Zhou Yan was not suspicious at all, so he immediately stuffed the highlighter in his hand into the drawer of his desk, and then called his uncle, who was a criminal policeman.

"Hello? Is it Xiaonuo, is there something wrong? Zhang Hang's tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I want to ask, what color is the highlighter that the serial murderer marks on the door?" Zhao Nuo immediately asked.

"Green ...... What's the matter, what are you suddenly asking for this? Zhang Hang, who was still listless, immediately raised his spirits: "Do you have any clues?" ”

“……”

Zhao Nuo was silent for a moment, and then whispered, "No." ”

"Oh, if you have any clues, you must contact me immediately, my uncle is busy now, and the existing evidence is almost finished, but I just can't find a breakthrough." Zhang Hang seemed to be very busy, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Nuo stared at the computer screen that was still installing the game with a frown.

――The pale girl with the name of "ghost and god scriptor", is it really the demon who keeps killing people in Xicheng District?

But how is that possible? With her body, how could she break into the house and kill people continuously? It's good to be able to kill one.

Moreover, it is completely unrealistic to convict a person based on such clues alone.

Therefore, it is better to stay still for the time being, and then observe Zhou Yan's movements, if there is really a problem......

Zhao Nuo lowered his head and looked at his hands:

If he did get to that point, he knew what he was going to do.