A huge amount of information is screened one by one in Kevin's hands, there is never a shortage of bad guys in this world, although you may not be able to encounter them in ordinary times, but you can still find a lot if you really look carefully. And a lot of them are the kind that can't be washed at all. Over the course of a night, Kevin had already picked three or five candidates.

But another problem also emerged, even the bad guys who can't be whitewashed are not face-painted people. Occasionally, there will be a kind attack, or a whim who does something good. If Kevin and Little Spoon pass in the middle of the night, this bad guy happens to be doing something good, or doing acting. At this time, it is not quite right, at least emotionally.

Besides, no matter how much you commit a big crime, you can rush over and fight without saying a word, which is not interesting. There needs to be a plot, what's the point of not having a plot? So you also need to make a game in advance, control the development of the situation, and also anticipate some possible accidents in advance, etc.

Fortunately, Kevin has a lot of time now, so let's do the game. The first candidate was quickly determined, and it was a rich second generation. has a bad character, but has a strong background, and most people only dare to stammer, not to offend, which is usually called a gentleman.

This kind of person has no guilt in fighting, he is young and can withstand beatings, and he has little experience, but he has a strong family since he was a child, and he is especially easy to be empty-eyed and crazy. On the contrary, the older generation usually has a deeper city government and more means to counteract.

Of course, under normal circumstances, the whereabouts of this kind of person are also difficult to grasp, all kinds of parties and all kinds of entertainment, and Kevin is not a person in this circle, and some things are not clear. Even if he squatted at his house to wait, there were several of them in his house, and the element of luck was a little bigger.

But now that there are Assassin Raiders, it's all too simple. In the middle of the night, Kevin, who was familiar with all the strategies, conducted early reconnaissance and testing alone. He is a novice guide, and his ability is far from being comparable to that of a novice, so there will be no problem in theory.

According to the strategy, he must live in a mansion these days, and he must follow his father to do business in the near future. However, he himself seems to hate business, and he dreams of being a strong, powerful man. For this reason, he had an argument with his father, and finally his father agreed that if he could break through to the yellow fighting spirit, then he agreed to let him continue to practice martial arts, otherwise he could only come back and inherit hundreds of millions of family property.

These lines may sound inspirational, but unfortunately he brags about them. As long as their circle gathers, he often brags about his strength, and regrets that he can only inherit the family property, etc. When I say these words myself, I change my taste a little.

Also, because he wants to practice martial arts to become stronger, he likes to fight randomly when fighting. Basically, there was no reason, but when I saw a person on the street, I thought I could win, so I went up to fight. Basically, every battle must be won, and he won't even be injured, and there are a few magicians and servants around him who bless him all the year round, and he has no fear.

After winning the battle, throw him a bunch of money, then laugh and walk away. Most of the beaten people are helpless, and even if they really want to find the sheriff to report him, the gains outweigh the losses. And the amount of money is also considerable, generally enough to treat one's own injuries.

The above is all intelligence from the Raiders and the Internet, and it is difficult to say whether it is true or false. Internet communication, there will inevitably be exaggeration in the middle. Now that there are so many masters, if an orange vindictive person is really so crazy and fights when he sees someone, it should attract more masters with a strong sense of justice to duel with him.

Whether it's true or not, Kevin decided to verify it for himself. Over the wall, lurking, bypassing the security guards, avoiding parrots, it was easy to come to the door of the rich second generation. When I looked left and right, there was no one on the door, and only the faint sound of breathing came from me, as if he was asleep.

Kevin immediately used the space ring to include the entire door, then dodged in and put the door back in place with his backhand. Now Kevin has become quite proficient in this set of moves, and there is hardly the slightest pause in between. Of course, in order to beat people in the middle of the night, he also made a special trip to practice at home.

The interior of the room is elegantly decorated, the doors and windows are intricately carved, the chandeliers are exquisite, the patterns of the bed sheets are layered on top of each other, and all kinds of furniture are not ordinary goods, and the aristocratic atmosphere of a room.

Kevin walked slowly to the bed, and then the moonlight observed the rich second generation, but unfortunately he didn't have a chin facing the sky, which was a little regrettable. If it was a real assassination, it would have been considered a success at this point. But since it's a game, then ......

"Hey, wake up. Kevin gave him two slaps in the face.

"Well...... "The rich second generation woke up in a daze and saw Kevin sitting at the head of the bed, and couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, Kevin was dressed in black and masked, looking like an assassin.

"Can you recognize who I am?" asked Kevin, just to be on the safe side.

"Who are you?" asked the other party blankly.

"Very well, it's good if you don't know me," Kevin was satisfied, and then asked, "Are you a gentleman?"

The rich second generation looked confused, and didn't seem to have woken up yet: "What?"

"Do you hit people a lot?" Kevin asked.

"I ...... I...... ," the rich second generation was confused for a while, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm a righteous man," Kevin said of himself, "and there are rumors on the Internet that you are a gentleman, so I came here today to ask you if you are the same?"

The rich second generation was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

Kevin slapped him again: "What are you laughing at?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the rich second generation covered his face, but he did not resist: "You actually dare to hit me?"

"What's wrong, does it take a lot of courage to beat you?" Kevin asked rhetorically.

"You'll regret it. The rich second generation said cruel words.

"What a boring dialogue," Kevin complained, "can't you make some theology?"

"What are you talking about?" the rich second generation didn't react at all.

"Well, follow this thought. Kevin pulled out a piece of paper that he had prepared and handed it to him.

The rich second generation took it blankly, and saw what was written on it: You must know that it is your blessing to be able to eat my fist; you kneel down and call me grandpa now, it is still too late; if you don't lick the soles of my shoes today, you can only lick in the future......

Rich second generation: "......"

Kevin was patient, waiting for him to finish reading it, and then waiting for him to think. The rich second generation sat on the bed for a long time, looked at Kevin, looked around, put down the paper, and suddenly laughed: "Hehe." What are you...... Script?"

Kevin observed him carefully, and could feel it through mental perception. When I was first woken up, I was angry, and I saw that the man in black was nervous, but at this time I calmed down......

"You're a new scriptwriter, right?" the rich second generation casually returned the lines to Kevin, "Do you understand the rules?"

Kevin was stunned: I thought to myself, what is a scriptwriter, but it is inconvenient to answer at this time, so I simply wait for him to continue.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, give me back your key," the rich second generation stretched out his hand, "you've been fired." ”

Kevin spread his hands blankly: "What key? I don't have a key." ”

"No key?" the rich second generation frowned, "No key, so how did you get into my room?"

"Uh......" Kevin was embarrassed for a moment, "Oh yes, there's a key." But...... But...... Don't fire me. ”

"Shut up!" the rich second generation was angry and immediately slapped him. Kevin raised his hand to block it.

The rich second generation was slightly stunned: "You actually dare to block?" The rich second generation opened the bow left and right with both hands and slapped wildly. Kevin opened his bow left and right, blocking them all. The two of them sat on the bed, and their arms were high-frequency offense and defense, and they didn't let go too much.

Suddenly, Kevin felt that the other party's frequency was a little slower, and without thinking about it, he slapped him with his hand, and then withdrew his hand to block the opponent's attack.

"......" The rich second generation finally stopped, and at this time he was extremely angry, but it seemed that he had to re-examine Kevin.

"Who are you?" the rich second generation finally returned to this question.

"I ...... New to the kids. Kevin replied vaguely.

"Who is your introducer?" the rich second generation asked again.

"Uh...... My introducer is...... It's your dad. Kevin rambled nonsense.

"You! My dad doesn't play with this stuff at all. The rich second generation was shocked and got up from the bed.

"Who said that? How do you know your dad doesn't play this?" Kevin said with a reasonable attitude.

The rich second generation was a little surprised, and then shook his head: "Impossible." I'm going to ask my dad. ”

Kevin knew that things might get big if it went on like this, so he immediately stopped hesitating and went up in a trance. Taking advantage of the rich second generation in a trance, he directly slashed his neck with a knife. This time it was lucky, the rich second generation fainted in bed very normally.

Kevin covered him with the quilt, packed it as it was, and exited the mansion the same way he came. It is estimated that he woke up the next day and thought that it was possible that he had a dream, leaving no trace.

But this time the path found something new, and Kevin felt the need to look it up. What is a "scriptwriter" and what is an "introducer"?

The next day, Kevin browsed major websites, and countless parrots almost stepped on the windowsill of Kevin's dormitory, and all kinds of web pages with the word "scriptwriter" were taken...... However, after a day, Kevin still couldn't find what he was looking for.

On second thought, this should be a word used in some aristocratic circles, and it may also be very niche. But Stadt should know, after all, that he is a businessman.

So that night, Kevin went straight to the teleportation array after work, rushing all the way to Start's office, without even passing the front desk.

It was rare for Starter to close his eyes and sit and rest. Suddenly, I heard someone push the door in, and then sat down across from him skillfully.

"How did you get in. "Starter barely opens his eyes to know who it is.

"This ......," Kevin smiled, "an old acquaintance, so he came in directly." ”

"You came in according to the Raiders, right?" said Start, who finally opened his eyes, looking unhappy.

"Haha," Kevin laughed dryly, then forcibly changed the subject, "By the way, do you know what a screenwriter is?"

"What kind of playwright?" Stadt didn't seem to understand.

"Don't you know?" said Kevin, curious, and simply told him about last night.

Starter held his forehead with one hand, only to feel a headache: "You ...... again Alas!"

"Looks like you know?"

Stat was silent for a long time: "Can I not answer?"

"If you don't even answer, then I'm sure I'll find out. Kevin smiled and said, "It's a big deal to teach him another lesson today." ”

"Well," Statt said slowly, "this is a game between a small group of nobles, and they are entertaining themselves in a small circle. The scriptwriter is usually responsible for writing the script, and then these aristocrats follow the script, and can experience the thrill that they don't normally experience. ”

"Can you tell us more about that?" Kevin asked.

Start laughed dryly: "I just want you to make some assassination strategies, novice strategies, these are mainly aimed at the upper echelons." But as the upper echelons, naturally there will also be something aimed at civilians. The difference is that the lower layer is an assassination against the upper level, and it is a fatal blow. The upper floor is entertainment to the lower floor. ”

Kevin understood: "So the scriptwriter's job is to create scripts that can make the nobles comfortable and circumvent the corresponding laws." ”

"It also costs a lot of money," Statt explains, "and in the end, even the entertainer gets a lot of money." In the end, everyone was okay and there were no problems. ”

Kevin was silent for a moment: "Is the life of a rich person so empty and boring?"

"Yes," Stadt thought for a moment and corrected, "there is a part of it that is, and I am not. ”

"To what extent would the average civilian be entertained?" Kevin asked.

"No one dies," replied Stadt, "not for life, and the degree of specificity depends on the individual." ”

Kevin fell silent, as if he was already planning some earth-shattering conspiracy, Starter couldn't help but look scared, and hurriedly explained: "You don't have to worry too much about this, it takes considerable financial resources to practice a script, and it is destined to be popular only in the upper circle." It will not spread to all strata of the country like the crumbs of the religion. ”

"Oh. Kevin just nodded.

"The ......," Statt asked cautiously, "what the hell are you trying to do?

"I haven't figured it out yet. Kevin also answered honestly.

"I mean, there are some things that may never be completely destroyed. Stadt looked a little nervous.

Kevin was slightly curious: "Wouldn't you be involved in it, right? You're also a scriptwriter?"

"I'm not," Stadt replied almost subconsciously, "but ...... I may have some part-time ......"

"When did it start?" said Kevin, serious.

"It's been a while," replied Stadt, "and I don't know the specifics. Don't ask me who I am, I only hear a little bit of wind. ”

"How do I become a scriptwriter?" Kevin asked again.

"Don't think about it," Stadt smiled and waved his hand, "They all have introducers internally, and they can only guarantee each other, after all, it's a small circle." And your name has long been famous overseas, and this kind of circle will not dare to accept you. ”

"Okay, I see," Kevin stood up, "then I have something to do, let's go first." ”

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, stay for dinner, right?" said Staat, who suddenly became attentive.

"No, I'm going somewhere else to eat. Kevin smiled and pushed the door open.

Start sat and waited until he could not hear footsteps outside the door, and then he slapped the table and shouted, "Quick, someone! Announce the meeting!