screenwriter mystery

Chapter 76 Protection
Late at night, inside the small town police station.

The dim lights flickered with strange light, elongating the shadows of everyone in the police station, forming a staggered picture.

"Yawn~"

Sitting on the chair, Amanda opened her mouth and yawned, a deep sleepiness welled up in her heart.

"This is not the time to sleep, Amanda."

He stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, dispelling the drowsiness in his heart.

Amanda bit her tongue and forced herself to wake up from the heavy drowsiness. She looked up at the people in the police station, her eyes swept across their tired faces, and then she opened her mouth to remind her vigilantly.

"Don't fall asleep. Once you find that the people around you are about to fall asleep, wake them up immediately."

Amanda's words woke up everyone in the police station with sleepy expressions on their faces.

They stared at each other with wide eyes, trying to stay awake.

"So, this is how we fight Freddy?"

"Bringing everyone together and not sleeping."

Seeing the reactions of everyone in the police station, Detective Zhou raised his doubts to Amanda.

"I asked the children."

"Whether it's the dead boy Dick or the attacked Nancy, they all dream of Freddy's nightmare at night, which means that, at least so far, Freddy can only appear and enter the nightmare. This time of night...so by getting through tonight, at least we can make sure that there won't be another Freddy's nightmare victim."

Because of the involvement of supernatural forces, many conventional reasoning methods have lost their effect.

Amanda didn't dare to make a judgment with a positive tone, and could only make a rough judgment based on the sporadic clues obtained in the investigation of the town.

For supernatural investigations, BSI, as a newly established department, is still too immature after all.

Many investigative methods still maintain the traditions of the past, and such methods may be effective in ordinary cases.

However, when faced with situations like New York clowns or Springwood Town that really involve supernatural forces, it is obviously a bit stretched.

You can't expect that these supernatural forces will obediently leave helpful clues on the scene every time a crime is committed.

If so, follow the normal case-handling process.

The death of Dick on Elm Street may end up being a headless police officer or an unjust, false or wrongly decided case.

After all, in a real-world justice system, you would never pass a verdict on the evidence of a nightmare.

Thinking of this, Amanda vaguely understood why the FBI showed such obvious hostility towards the establishment and existence of BSI.

The FBI's investigative process, at least for now, is still governed by federal law.

However, BSI has faintly performed beyond this category. Once BSI really develops, it will undoubtedly have a huge impact on the FBI's investigative power.

Shaking his head, he swept away his thoughts about the Federation from his mind.

BSI may have broad prospects in the future, but it does not help the current crisis they are suffering in Springwood Town.

Therefore, instead of thinking about the possibility of BSI in the future, it is better to think about the reality of coming through tonight.

"Hopefully, my judgment will not go wrong."

Muttering something in her mouth, Amanda looked up at the clock in the police station.

Early morning, 3:27.

There are still about three hours left before dawn.

……

"Yawn~"

"Maybe for the next script, I should consider putting the time in during the day."

In New York, in the strike hotel prepared by the Screenwriters Guild.

Zhao Yuan was infected by Amanda in the system screen, and also opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.

"By the way, it may be a good choice to design a slightly less scary script and adjust your body and mind."

He poured himself a glass of water casually, and suppressed the wandering thoughts in his head.

Speaking of it, the reason why Zhao Yuan chose to use weird scripts as the system evolution function at the beginning was more or less influenced by the previous script "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and his preference for horror movies. It is used as the main line framework for the evolution of the system script.

This framework is similar to the subject division of a movie, novel, or comic.

Once a decision is made, it is difficult to make fundamental changes.

You can't expect a movie to cover all the subjects. Any movie that promotes this often has only one thing, that is, it sucks.

So, unless Zhao Yuan had a brain twitch one day, he suddenly lost interest in horror genres, and instead fell in love with all kinds of sweet love scripts, and wanted to evolve them into reality.

Well, at that time, the world, or America, might be full of 'love' everywhere.

However, at least so far, he has not yet spread the idea of ​​'love' all over the world.

At the same time, although he won't make too many changes to the main line of the next system evolution script, he may try to add some other plots to it.

After all, even horror movies are not purely weird, perhaps there are some slightly special branches in the murderous and bloody plots.

In his mind, various ideas for the new script began to emerge along with Zhao Yuan's unconstrained ideas.

And his gaze was still firmly placed on the screen of Chunmu Town in the system panel.

……

Tick, tick--

Elm Street Police Department, Springwood.

As the night deepened, the thick night completely shrouded the town's police station in darkness.

The entire Elm Street was pitch black, and in the distance, only the isolated lights of the police station could be seen, which looked extremely faint in the darkness.

In the police station, several children who were brought together by the sheriff obviously had less words in their mouths.

They looked at each other without saying a word, and the look of fear on their faces was gradually replaced by heavy sleepiness.

They clearly knew that once they fell asleep, they might fall into the terrifying nightmare Freddy wove, but they seemed unable to resist the growing drowsiness.

"Wake up, don't sleep..."

The boy at the side noticed the drowsy look of his friend, and quickly reached out to pat him awake.

"Thanks, Crane."

Hearing his friend's voice, the boy who had almost fallen asleep immediately opened his eyes and gave him a grateful look.

"It's okay, I know you're going to sleep soon, so I just remind you."

In this regard, Klein shrugged, opened his eyes and glanced at the time in the police station: "There are less than two hours left, and it will be dawn soon, and we will be saved by then."

Saying this, the sleepiness on the boy Klein's face became more and more obvious.

He was sitting on a chair in the police station, his head bouncing, as if he was about to fall asleep.

　Thank you Sauron-sama for the 100 starting point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)