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Chapter 16 The Bar 【Please recommend for collection】

Bang, bang, bang——

Because of the drunkenness, the bodies of Cassie and the others were already out of order.

Standing in place, they stared blankly at the figure approaching them. As the figure approached, the few people felt the tallness and narrowness of the opponent's body more and more under the slow reaction of their brains.

These two completely inconsistent descriptions perfectly fit the figure that appeared in front of him at this moment.

The large windbreaker and top hat covered most of the body, and Cassie and the others could only vaguely see the fuzzy facial features covered by a large number of shadows under the brim of the hat through the gaps in the hat.

In the ears, there was a continuous clanging sound, which became more and more clear as the figure approached.

It was as if the voice came from within the figure.

If, under normal circumstances, you encounter such a weird scene.

Even if they lent Kaxi and the others ten guts, they didn't dare to stay there any longer.

However, in a state of intoxication.

Several people's ability to distinguish danger is close to none, even when the figure walks past them.

A skinny drunk with a spike on his nose reached out his hand and flicked the large windbreaker on the figure.

Tilt the windbreaker, and the twisting shadow is fleeting.

Bang!

The figure stopped his stiff steps, and the blurred facial features covered by the brim of the hat seemed to stop on Cassie and the others for a while, then turned his head and continued to walk forward with stiff steps.

"Bert, you are so cheap, what are you doing to provoke others?"

"Just now, I almost thought you were going to be beaten, Bert."

Looking at the back of the figure gradually going away, the man and woman who didn't know what happened to them still spoke in a teasing tone to the man who just lifted the windbreaker with his hand.

"I've never been beaten by anyone taller than two meters."

Hearing what his partner said, the stud man named Burt grinned, showing his rotten teeth, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Guys, I just thought, saw that tall guy, walked into a bar?"

Amid the gags and drunken remarks, gay friend Ian turned his head.

Looking at the position where the figure disappeared last, he said in an uncertain tone with a look of doubt.

This picture that suddenly appeared in his mind was very abrupt, but Ian himself firmly believed in it.

"bar?"

"I think you've been drinking too much, you're seeing hallucinations, Ian, there's no bar near the Compton block, and you're not afraid of being robbed."

Hearing Ian's doubts, the drunk companions certainly wouldn't believe it.

They all laughed, thinking that Ian was wrong.

"No, no, I must have seen a bar."

"There was also a neon sign on the door, with a drawing of a burning bone."

Facing everyone's ridicule, Ian shook his head, then said affirmatively, and even clearly described the bar signboard he saw.

"..."

Hear Ian's confident tone.

The laughter from the crowd also began to grow weaker, and they looked at each other in dismay.

"Perhaps what he said was true?"

A 'sister' who usually had a good relationship with Ian began to believe his words.

"Wouldn't it be cool if there was such a bar nearby."

With a mouthful of rotten teeth, the man with a nose spike showed an excited expression on his face.

"Just right, I want to see what it would be like to be able to open a bar in the Compton neighborhood."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to react.

Burt, the man with the nose nail, shook his half-length hair, walked crookedly, and ran towards the direction Ian said with excitement on his face.

"It's actually true!"

Passing the intersection of the block, he got into an alley, and a few seconds later, Burt's surprised voice came from the alley.

Immediately afterwards, Bert poked his head out from the alley.

The nose nail on the nose, under the reflection of the street lights on the side of the street, flickered and shouted at the partner in the center of the street.

……

"I hope you enjoy everything I have prepared."

In the apartment, Zhao Yuan, who had been watching everything silently through the system, raised his eyebrows.

With a sincere expression, he sent 'blessings' to everyone in the screen.

In addition to "blessing", he did not forget to continue to control the plot.

After all, the ones who participated in the script performance this time were a group of drunks who were already drunk.

God knows, what kind of improvisation they'll have.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have chosen a more normal character to star in this script."

When designing the script before, due to conflicts and story arrangements, Zhao Yuan chose the role of a drunk to match the location of the bar in the script.

However, it has been overlooked that when drunk, many actions of the actors are simply uncontrollable.

After all, this completely real-world evolution is ultimately different from the shooting of movies.

In movies, actors can act drunk with props and makeup.

But under the realistic [Script Evolution] function, the drunk is a real drunk, without any acting elements.

Under such circumstances, although the authenticity is beyond doubt.

However, it also brought some troubles to Zhao Yuan.

Of course, this situation is not without any means of remedy or change.

By investing [plot value], Zhao Yuan can still control the basic direction of the plot.

For example, he previously implanted memories in Ian and revealed the situation of the bar through his mouth, so as to continue to promote the plot.

However, this method of consuming [plot value] to promote the plot is too 'expensive'.

The memory just now cost Zhao Yuan 20 [plot value].

"It seems that in the future, we still need to arrange a role in the script to promote the plot, so as not to spend [plot value] every time we encounter problems."

A silent reminder in my heart.

Zhao Yuan then returned his gaze to the screen in front of him.

In the broken panel of the system, the evolutionary plot is still going on.

……

"Really want to go in?"

Standing in the alley, Cassie looked up at the flickering neon sign on the bar signboard, her drunken consciousness suddenly became a little sober, and she couldn't help but retreat.

"We don't even know the specifics of the pub."

"Don't spoil the fun, Cathy? You're not cool at all."

Hearing Cassie's words, Bert immediately showed an impatient look on his face.

"If you dare not go in, then go back, anyway, I won't run away like a coward."

Turning his head, he put on a disdainful expression at Cassie.

Burt immediately straightened his bony chest, and walked into the bar first.

(End of this chapter)