Those people are back!!

He hid under the bed, trying to calm his breathing and avoid being discovered by the other party.

"Bang!"

- The sound of a body hitting the floor.

The next moment, he saw a young red-haired girl lying in front of him with her eyes wide open, her mouth being torn open by a chain full of steel thorns, as if she was opening a bloody mouth......

"Ahh

Charlotte woke up all at once.

Because he woke up from a nightmare, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette next to him and wanted to light it and take a puff, but then he remembered that he was not a smoker.

Who am I!?

Who's me again!?

Asking herself these two questions over and over again, two questions that humans had never answered completely since ancient times, Charlotte's mind gradually cleared up.

I'm Charlotte!

I am a ghost hunter from the future, a spell nerd, a master of tricks;

I am a useless person who has learned the art of dragon slaying;

I am a person who has finally met the "dragon";

I am......

However, am I all that?

Or is that all "Charlotte" is all about?

He looked at the cigarette he had subconsciously picked up in his hand but did not light it, thought about it, and finally put the filter in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, but it still did not ignite.

Charlotte is more than that.

Charlotte was also a white young man with a lot of life troubles;

He is a third-rate screenwriter who wants to write first-class scripts, but almost none of his works have been accepted by the production company;

He is an artist who eats and waits for death in the crew, and he has a set of set props, but he always dreams of being a director;

He is a young beauty hunter who has hooked up with many hot girls, but he has never had a stable relationship;

He is not a good person, and he has never done such a thing as drugged a woman's wine, but he wants to do good deeds, and even gave his soul to save a girl who committed suicide;

He drifted in Hollywood, not dead, but not alive......

"Are these memories all there are left this time?"

Charlotte sighed and looked at the mirror in front of her—

In the mirror, his face is tired, with heavy bags under his gray eyes, obviously lack of sleep, the bridge of his nose is high, slightly hooked, and he has a bluish beard stubble on his chin, which extends to his cheeks, which is obviously a beard, and there is no gauze on his head, but his messy black hair looks very greasy because it is not cleaned in time. He was wearing a dirty plaid shirt and leaning back in his chair with squinted eyes, as if he had just woken up and was not used to the constant lights in the room.

"Mirror Mirror, tell me, how much memory does that 'Charlotte' have left?"

As soon as the words came out, Charlotte immediately covered her forehead with her left hand,

"Eh, it's so stupid! I feel like as soon as I say this, the whole person is!"

He spit out to himself seriously, but the mirror in front of him did have a bit of a magic mirror - not to mention the bronze frames and frames, the various strange patterns and words painted with cinnabar paint on the mirror did give people a mysterious feeling.

"That's all the soul can do. ”

Charlotte put away the coin he had stood upright in front of the mirror and wondered what to do next.

- At this time, it has been three months since he traveled to this era, and after passing the excitement period when he could practice spells at the beginning, he gradually discovered that although many things can be changed in the past twenty years, people's lives are often the same-

The same must be busy every day but do nothing, the same must bend the waist for five buckets of rice, sometimes the waist is too broken and even the chrysanthemum will be exposed together; the same must be held every day with a smirk, laughing until the chin is sore; the same must be tired of dealing with the malice hidden under the smile, even if you don't know the source of the malice;

Especially since he still lacks the original memory of this body.

Unlike many travelers who are lucky enough to receive the memories and abilities of their original owners as soon as they cross over, apart from a handful of behaviors that are skilled enough to produce bodily memories — like instinctive familiarity with the geography of Los Angeles or the skillful way of drugging girls in a bar — Charlotte's ex has left him with very few memories and abilities. And obviously, the ex is not like before he crossed, he is a person with strong house attributes and a fairly simple interpersonal relationship, not to mention anything else, just the girl he hooked up with is enough to give Charlotte a headache now.

Luckily, unlike the other travelers, Charlotte has mastered some spells. Faced with the mess left by his predecessor, he decisively used the spell called soul, which many people know, but few people understand.

The so-called soul calling, in the simplest way, is actually the call of parents or grandparents after a child is frightened after he sleeps. The traditional view is that this is a call for the soul of a child who has left the body due to fright, but some modern doctors believe that it is a very simple psychological comfort and treatment. And the spell cast by Charlotte, just like the previous door god, is a secret technique hidden in this folklore that has been passed down for I don't know how many years.

Of course, Charlotte herself is childless, and the soul he calls for is exactly what his predecessor called. Charlotte believes that since his body is not dead, the soul will not be completely dissipated easily, so he can naturally recall the soul that has left the body again by calling the soul, so as to obtain the memory of his predecessor.

However, things didn't go well. However, it can also be said that it went well.

"The strength of this guy's soul is too weak! not to mention fighting with me for the body, it's very difficult to extract memories!"

Wiping away the incantation she had written on the bronze mirror, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh with emotion-

Yes, although she wanted to recall her ex's soul, Charlotte was not noble enough to let her current body go again. For this reason, he deliberately drew a sealing spell in advance on the mirror used to assist in calling souls, so that in case the other party's soul competed with him for the body, it would be activated immediately. However, the weakness of his predecessor's soul was far beyond his expectations.

"It's so weak, although it can't be said that the soul is scattered, it's not much worse! The memories that can be extracted are only some impressive fragments, although the general context has been mastered, but the details are very missing!"

Charlotte held an unlit cigarette in her mouth, closed her eyes and pondered,

"But it's nothing.,Originally, people's memories are like this.,I can't remember the details, just presume that it's a bad memory.,Anyway, this guy's life is not complicated.。 Now the big question is, since I have replaced him, should I continue with the previous trajectory?"

Charlotte couldn't help but think of her ex's memory, the movie script that appeared in large numbers -

It can be seen that this is his hard work, even if his soul is in pieces, this is still the most memorable. Although I personally look average, but ......"

- Even if you don't follow the path of your predecessor, what should you do?

Cultivating spells?

This can be done at any time, although it is still slow in this day and age;

To be a supernatural master?

Although the United States is not the country that defeated all ghosts, snakes, and gods before, even here, professions such as psychic mediums are still equivalent to liars in the eyes of ordinary people. In fact, most of the work of psychic mediums is indeed deceptive. Charlotte did be a "master" before crossing over, but his essential purpose was to learn to deceive people in order to practice spells, not the other way around, to learn spells in order to deceive people;

Make a fortune by taking advantage of the crossing?

It's not that I haven't thought about it. But the question is, not to mention where he got the difficult first pot of gold, and if he had the first pot of gold, what would he do? He had to think about what he had to do in order to give full play to his prophetic advantage. Whether it is to make money in the stock market to surpass Warren Buffett, or to open a technology tree to beat Jobs, there must be a goal in the end! And this goal returns to the earliest question - what to do?

You can't just change jobs and continue to mess around like this, right? What's the difference between that and now?

Charlotte sighed, and with that sigh, the filter cigarette that had been in his mouth fell off.

"Forget it, let's write this script first! Although it doesn't feel like a high-quality taste, it's the work of your predecessor after all! This can be regarded as the end of cause and effect, and fulfill your ex's wish! After that, think about your future ......"

Charlotte shook her head, finally making the decision, which was essentially "wait and see", and then closed her eyes again and went into a meditative state.

- Although I took precautions and because my predecessor's soul was almost scattered, there would not be a tragedy where two souls would compete for the body, but I would still be somewhat affected by it if I extracted my predecessor's memories by calling souls for a long time. Over time, this effect will always produce a lot of mental stress, even if it does not lead to a split personality. Therefore, every time Charlotte finishes the soul call, she has to clear her mind through meditation to clear her mind to clear the side effects. That's why he woke up and asked himself, "Who am I?"

However, this meditation did not go well.

Maybe it's because these are the last memories, or maybe it's because it's really the work of his predecessor, the horror movie script that Charlotte doesn't think is very interesting, and it plays back in his mind repeatedly, although for him who has been studying spells and ghosts for a long time, these images are actually not that scary, but they can't be cleared from his mind, but it's a tiresome thing. Until—

The officer in front of him was skeptical of his words, when a pitch-black iron arrow suddenly flew from the side and shot through the officer's head.

Charlotte, who had this camera in her mind, sat up suddenly:

"This is "Fatal Bend", ah!!"