Chatty Hollywood

　　 Those people are back! !

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

　　 "Boom!"

　　—The sound of the body hitting the floor.

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

"what-"

　　 Charlotte woke up all of a sudden.

　　 Because he woke up from a nightmare, his body couldn't help shaking lightly. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette next to him and wanted to light it up and take a puff, but then he remembered that he didn't smoke.

who am I! ?

　　Who is me again! ?

　　 asked himself over and over again these two questions that have never been fully answered by humans since ancient times, but Charlotte's mind gradually became sober.

　　 I’m Charlotte!

　　 I am a ghost hunter, a house of spells, and a master of scams from the future;

　　 I am a person who has studied the dragon slaying technique hard but is useless;

　　 I am the one who finally saw the "Dragon";

I'm…

　　 However, am I just these?

　　 Or, is "Charlotte" just these?

　　 He looked at the cigarette that he subconsciously picked up in his hand but didn't light it. After thinking about it, he finally put the filter in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, but it still didn't ignite.

　　 Charlotte is more than that.

　　Charlotte is still a white youth who has a lot of troubles in life;

　　He is a third-rate screenwriter who wants to write top-notch scripts, but almost no work has been accepted by the production company;

　　He is an artist who is in the crew and waits to die. He still has a set of set props, but he always dreams of being a director;

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

　　He is not a good person. He has never done anything like drugging a woman in wine, but he wanted to do good deeds and even gave his soul to save a girl who committed suicide;

　　He drifted in the Hollywood stream. He didn’t die, but he didn’t live either...

　　 "Are there only these memories left this time?"

　　 Charlotte sighed and looked in the mirror in front of—

In the mirror, he looked tired, with heavy eye bags under his gray eyes, and obviously lack of sleep; the bridge of his nose was high, slightly hooked, and his chin was covered with green beard stubble, which stretched to his cheeks. Obvious beard; there is no gauze on the head, but the messy black hair looks very greasy because of the delay in cleaning. He was wearing a dirty plaid shirt, leaning against the chair with squinting eyes, as if he had just woke up just now, and he was not quite used to the constant light in the room.

　　 "Mirror mirror, tell me, how many memories of the previous'Charlotte' are there?"

　　 As soon as she said the words, Charlotte immediately covered her forehead with her left hand.

　　 "Uh, so silly! I feel like I am a mother as soon as I say this!"

Speaking solemnly to himself, however, the mirror in front of him does have the smell of a magic mirror—not to mention the bronze frame and frame, the various weird patterns painted with cinnabar paint on the mirror surface. And the words really give people a mysterious feeling.

　　 "That's all that the soul can do."

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

—At this time, it has been three months since he crossed into this era. After the excitement of being able to practice spells at the beginning, he gradually discovered that although a lot of things can be changed in the past two decades, people’s lives are many times But it's still the same—

It’s the same to be busy every day but doing nothing; the same is to bend the waist for five buckets of rice, and sometimes the waist is too strong and even the chrysanthemums are exposed together; the same is to have a smirk every day, until the chin is sour when smiling; the same is to be that. The malice concealed under the smiley face is exhausted, even if the source of the malice is not known;

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

Unlike many travelers who are lucky enough to receive the memory and abilities of the original owner of the body as soon as they cross, except for a few behaviors that are proficient in generating physical memory—like the instinctive familiarity with the geography of Los Angeles or the skillful technique of drugging girls in bars—Charlotte Te's predecessor left him with very few memories and abilities. Obviously, the ex is not like he was before he crossed. He is a person with strong home attributes and relatively simple interpersonal relationships. Besides, the girl he hooked up with is enough to make current Charlotte a headache. NS.

　　 Fortunately, unlike other travelers, Charlotte has mastered some spells. Facing the mess left by his predecessor, he decisively used the spell called Soul, which many people knew, but few people understood.

　　The so-called soul, the simplest is actually the child's parents or grandparents calling after the child is frightened. The traditional view is that this is a call to the soul of a child who is separated from the body due to fright, but some modern doctors believe that this is a very simple psychological comfort and treatment. And the spell Charlotte cast, just like the previous door god, is a secret technique hidden in this folklore that has been passed down for so many years.

　　 Of course, Charlotte himself has no children, and the soul he calls is the one of his predecessor. Charlotte believes that since his body is not dead, the soul will not dissipate easily. In this way, he can naturally recall the soul that has escaped from the body through the method of calling the soul in order to obtain the memory of his predecessor. .

　　 However, things are not going well. However, it can also be said that it went well.

　　 "The power of this guy's soul is too weak! Not to mention competing with me for the body, it is very difficult to retrieve the memory!"

　　 erased the spell she had written on the bronze mirror, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh with emotion—

　　 Yes, although he wanted to recall the soul of his predecessor, Charlotte had no plans to be noble enough to give up his current body. For this reason, he deliberately painted the sealing spell on the mirror used to assist the soul, so that if the opponent's soul competes with him for the body, it will be immediately stimulated. However, the weakness of the predecessor's soul was far beyond his expectations.

　　 "Weak to this level, although we can't say that the soul is scattered, it is not much difference! The memories that can be extracted are only some impressive fragments, although the general context is mastered, the lack of details is very serious!"

　　 Charlotte held an unlit cigarette, closed her eyes and pondered.

"But it's nothing. Originally, people's memories are like this. If you can't remember the details, you just have to say that your memory is not good. Anyway, this guy's life is not complicated. The biggest problem now is that I have replaced it. He, do you want to follow the same path as before?"

　　 Charlotte couldn’t help but think of the numerous movie scripts that appeared in the memory of her predecessor—

　　 "It can be seen that this is his painstaking effort. Even though his soul is broken into pieces, this is the most memorable one. Although I personally look very ordinary, but..."

　　—Even if you no longer follow the path of your ex, what should you do?

　　Practicing spells?

　　 This can be done at any time, although the speed in this era is still very slow;

　　 Be a supernatural master?

　　Although the United States is not the country that brought down all monsters, ghosts and monsters before, even here, the profession of psychics is still a liar in the eyes of ordinary people. In fact, the work of most psychics is indeed a lie. Charlotte had indeed been a "master" before crossing, but his essential purpose was to learn to deceive people for the purpose of practicing spells, not to learn spells for the purpose of deceiving people;

　　 Use the advantage of crossing to make a fortune?

　　 This is not unimaginable. But the problem is, let’s not talk about where does he get the tough first pot of gold, let’s not talk about it. If he has the first pot of gold, what will he do? He must figure out what to do in order to give full play to his prophetic advantage. Whether it is to go to the stock market to make money to surpass Buffett, or to open a technology tree to defeat Jobs, after all, there must be a goal! And this goal is back to the earliest question-what to do?

　　 It’s impossible to just change jobs and continue to mix up like this, right? What's the difference between now and now?

　　 Charlotte sighed, UU read www.uukānshu.com, and with this sigh, the filter cigarette he had held in his mouth also fell.

　　 "Forget it, let's write this script first! Although it does not feel like a boutique, it is the work of the predecessor after all! This is also the result of the cause and effect, fulfill your wish for the predecessor! Then consider your own future..."

　　 Charlotte shook his head, and finally made the decision that was essentially "wait and see", then closed his eyes again and entered a state of meditation.

　　—Although precautions have been taken, and because the soul of the predecessor is almost drifting away, the tragedy of two souls competing for the body will not happen, but the memory of the predecessor is extracted through the soul for a long time, and it will still be affected to some extent. Over time, even if this influence does not lead to a split personality, it will always produce a lot of mental pressure. So every time Charlotte calls the soul to end, she must clear her mind through meditation to eliminate the side effects. This is why he had to ask himself "who am I" when he woke up before.

　　 However, this meditation did not go well.

It may be because this is some of the last memories, or it may be because it really contains the hard work of the predecessor. The horror film script that is not very interesting to Charlotte is played back repeatedly in his mind, although for For him, who has been studying spells and ghosts for a long time, these images are not terrible, but they are always annoying. until-

　　 The police officer in front of him was skeptical about what he was saying. A dark iron arrow suddenly flew from the side and shot through the police officer's forehead.

　　 Charlotte, who passed the lens in her mind, sat up suddenly:

　　 "This is "Fatal Corner"!!!"