[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Matilda Keppel's sobbing gradually stopped, she wiped away her tears, her voice was still choked up, "I see, I will definitely bring him over."

"You must let him know that this is not your business alone, and it is not all for your own selfishness. You must tell him the serious consequences this may lead to. Some things, if they really happen, can never be undone room." Ansu handed Matilda Keppel a tissue, "Bring him here, and leave the rest to me."

Matilda Keppel was thinking silently, and finally rationality prevailed, shaking her head, "I can't say that, if I insist on saying that, he will resist even more."

"Is he really an atheist? Doesn't he have any belief?" Ansu was also troubled.In her home country, it is not surprising that young people of her generation have no beliefs. Compulsory education plus follow-up education, unless they are greatly influenced by their families, most people sneer at ghosts and gods as feudal superstitions.But in the United States, not to mention Puritanism, the mainstream of society, other messy sects and even cults have people believe in it, okay?

Under the overall environment, it is a great flower to believe nothing.

However, what she encountered now was such a strange flower.

"Not as far as I know," Matilda Keppel recalled. "But this is not the main reason. I am worried that if I insist on this statement in an area he does not believe in, it will only make him think that I am delusional and refuse to communicate."

"Aren't you classmates? Even if there was a little conflict, it's been nearly ten years?" An Su frowned, "Or, did you have a bigger conflict?"

"No, but his character..." Matilda Keppel hesitated, "If he encounters something he cannot believe, he will generally have two reactions, one is to ignore it and treat his brain cells kindly; the other is to follow the feeling Walk."

"You don't think he's feeling what you expect," Ansu said. "Sounds like a capricious person."

Matilda Keppel opened her mouth and didn't say that this style of behavior is very popular, otherwise Issac Costa would not have received that easy-going, inclusive and assertive comment.But she also has to admit that sometimes, it is necessary to have a backbone in the team.In group cooperation, the most feared thing is not that there is only one voice, but that there are too many voices that cannot be unified.She once thought about being the only one who spoke out, but things were not that easy at all.

"But the choices he makes are always right." Matilda Keppel also admitted this, "You can't do this with willfulness and no ability. I tell you this, just to let you know that he is not so persuasive. of."

"But according to what you said, it seems that no matter what you do, you will never succeed." Ansu couldn't help thinking.

"But what if you tell him something that only he knows?" said Matilda Keppel. "Aren't your eyes connected to yin and yang? Just make him believe that, and I think there will be no problem."

"Of course, I'll make him believe it." This time, Ansu's voice was full of determination.

Matilda Keppel breathed a sigh of relief.

She was in a state of shock and really didn't want to leave this place at this time, An Su also kindly said that she could live here temporarily.Ansu cooked the dinner, and Matilda Keppel was very determined to help wash the dishes after the meal, even though Ansu looked at her legs and delayed again and again.

Three minutes later, Matilda Keppel stared at her cut wrist in a daze.

"I, I don't know what's wrong... The bowl just slipped on the cooking table because of too much foam, and then it broke. I just want to clean up the pieces..." As a result, my hand slipped again, and the pieces slipped in my hand. The part that was cut with force rubbed against the wrist.Although the wound was not deep, it also bled a lot.

With a serious face, Ansu held Matilda Keppel's wrist, helped her back to the living room to treat the wound, and muttered while stopping the bleeding and disinfecting. Matilda Keppel couldn't understand what she was saying, but knew it must be some kind of spell.She looked in the direction of the kitchen, and the fear that had dissipated before resurfaced.

There are two ways to solve the wraith and her curse. One is to find a powerful mage to scatter the wraith directly so that she cannot be reborn, and the other is to fulfill the wraith's wish to dissipate her resentment.The only reliable person she can find so far is Ansu, but Ansu can only temporarily appease that wraith instead of permanently solving it.What she wants to know most now is what happened to that vengeful spirit before she was alive, so she was so wronged and owed her to send her away.

And to find out all of this, you must have the cooperation of professional people...

Matilda Keppel's determination to find Isaac became more determined, but at this time the phone remembered the notification tone of a text message.She turned on the screen tremblingly, and after seeing the information clearly, she let out a small scream, "He asked your name!"

"Who?" Ansu's mysterious spell was planned, but he was not annoyed.

"Issac Costa." Matilda Keppel held the phone with one hand, "You said, is it because something happened to him that he finally began to believe in the existence of that wraith?"

"Why didn't he think you were cheated, and wanted to find out my details to expose me as a liar to you?" An Su was very calm.

Being said like this, Matilda Keppel also hesitated, "...No way?"

"Tell him, there's nothing I can't check." Ansu said, "If he believes more in what he found, then go ahead."

"But," Matilda Keppel looked at Ansu, "you shouldn't have to suffer such doubts."

The corners of An Su's lips twitched slightly, "As long as the goal can be achieved. Now, maybe you don't have to rack your brains, he will come on his own initiative."

This successfully convinced Matilda Keppel, she tapped the screen, and the word "annsue" was sent out.

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In the bar, Issac was telling Booth a ghost story with Huaguo characteristics. When Hodgins went to pass the drink, he heard one ear, and then stopped moving, which attracted Angela. She accepted Dr. Brennan even better. After Dr. Brennan pointed out that this kind of thing would never happen in reality, Isaac simply admitted this, and then the two discussed the artistic processing of the story.

The topic dragged on for three thousand miles, and finally talked about the film adaptation of Dr. Brennan's book.

"All the people in the laboratory appeared in the movie, although I didn't play myself." Dr. Brennan was in high spirits when talking about this incident, "I have a hunch that it will be a great movie."

"Oh, I've heard that the investment is huge." Isaac dug out the gossip information from a long time ago in his mind, "I heard that there was a little accident during the filming?"

"Corpse, you know." Booth grimaced, "Although I always touch corpses at work, the original fake corpse became a real corpse during filming... The problem has been solved. Going to use this as a stunt during the film's promotional period."

"It's really..." Isaac didn't know what to say.Happiness really needs to be compared, and now he feels that he is lucky, at least there is no serial killer in the crew that filmed his book before.

Then came a text message from Matilda Keppel.

Isaac whistled.

The meeting with Ansu was three days away, and it wasn't that Isaac didn't want to hurry up, but he couldn't do something unprepared.

The location is in Ansu's apartment.

Ansu's apartment is decorated in an antique style, and the not-so-large space is filled with an antique, elegant and mysterious accent.The person who opened the door for Isaac was Matilda Keppel, and Ansu was sitting in the living room, making kung fu tea.

It has to be said that since entering the door, Isaac felt his whole body become quiet.

Isaac didn't bother her, but stood aside and looked around the whole house, feeling a little whim and wanted to change the decoration style of his house.

But he will never put Tang Sancai in the living room, even if it is a high imitation.

"You're here." Just as Issac was complaining secretly, Ansu finally stopped what she was doing. She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Issac, "Please."

"Thank you." Isaac took the teacup, sipped it lightly and put it aside, "I think you know why I came."

"I know, but we can talk about it later." Ansu smiled, "I haven't made such a formal tea for a long time, it would be a pity to waste it."

"It seems that you should drink more." Isaac looked at Matilda Keppel, "You must not waste Miss Su's mind."

"My surname is An." An Su's hand paused, "In China, the surname is placed first."

"Sorry, I thought you did as Romans do." Issac only had a little sincerity this time, and no matter what Ansu himself was, it wasn't too bad to stick to it.

"Doing as the Romans do does not mean abandoning one's own culture." Ansu's voice was unhurried, "Culture is the wisdom passed down from generation to generation. If you forget your own nation's culture, then it is no different from rootless duckweed. Faith The vacancy brings the emptiness of the soul, and it is not surprising for an empty soul to do anything." She paused subtly, "Sorry, I said this, you may not understand, the culture of the United States is really short compared to China Not worth mentioning."

Isaac laughed, starting to feel a little funny, "No, I totally agree with you."

Ansu looked at Isaac, the answer was not what she expected, but there was no trace of reluctance in Isaac's expression, as if he really thought so.

"You are different from other people." Ansu said, "I said this to many people, but most of them couldn't understand, and even laughed at me, because my motherland is not yet developed and strong enough."

"Really?" Isaac was momentarily depressed by this sentence, he shook his head, "I just respect the facts."