Immersive Script Experience Master

Kamiya Ming stood in front of the table, lost in thought on the script in front of him.

In that dream, he finished the last plot, and when he woke up, he found that the semi-finished script had been completed.What he did and said in the dream was completely recorded on the manuscript paper, and the handwriting was his own.

The finished version of the story is far from the original one. Mingichi Kamiya only found out after reading it that the script will be automatically completed based on some existing plots.

For example, the curse of the twins was just an episode at the beginning, Shen Guming didn't pay attention to it at all, but the script used this to round up the blood monarch as the villain's motivation.

"So that's how it is." After reading the story, he felt that the monarch was a bit miserable.

The twins Carter and Kaya were persecuted in the big environment of "twins are cursed" by the blood clan, but the brotherhood is very good. The elder brother wants to save the younger brother when he dies, and the younger brother also wants the older brother to live. let.

Although the younger brother is physically weak, he is smarter and more rebellious, so after almost letting his elder brother die again, the younger brother has the idea of ​​seizing the supremacy of the blood clan in order to get rid of the fate of being dominated.

Although my elder brother has a rather old-fashioned and rigid personality, I can't stand him as the kind of brother who "my younger brother is right", "my younger brother is the best", "my younger brother is good at everything", and then the two of them started the road of seizing power conscientiously .

After a life-and-death struggle, they won the position of the monarch and became the monarch together.

Anyway, they are twins, as long as everyone is afraid of them and dare not look at them, there is no way to distinguish them.

In fact, they did just that.

The monarch in other people's hearts is sometimes the elder brother and sometimes the younger brother, but no one has ever suspected that it is two people.

If the matter ends here, this is a point-and-shoot counterattack script. However, even if you sit in the position of the monarch (on the surface, you are the elder brother) and are feared by all the blood clans, those blood clans will still force the monarch to hand over his younger brother. My favorite is the family in the southern border.

If the monarch doesn't hand over his younger brother, those blood clans will do a lot of bad things to force him to hand him over.

There is no way, even the monarch can't change all this, and they are tied to the interest groups of the blood clan, sinking deeper and deeper in the quagmire, unable to break free, and unable to escape.

No matter how many blood clans that knew the monarch had a twin brother were killed, there would always be more, and their strength was no match for that southern clan.

Only then did the two brothers realize that the root cause of Gemini's painful fate was not that they were too weak or had not reached a high enough position, but that the world was fundamentally wrong.

Then came the centuries-long plan, and everything they did was for one purpose - revolution.

The elder brother and the younger brother switched identities in the village that day, and it was the elder brother who was killed. The only person the protagonist had contact with from the beginning to the end was the younger brother. The whole story is a drama directed and acted by the younger brother.

As for why the younger brother would kill the older brother... the younger brother should have been the one who killed the younger brother. After so many years, after experiencing so many things, the mentality of the twins is quite broken. The layout has been completed. Similarly, the younger brother has no desire to survive, and intends to use his own death to completely paralyze those blood races.

But he did not die, and was saved by the protagonist, who re-lighted his life, but it was not enough to support him to live.

In the end, it was his brother's death that really allowed the younger brother to survive.

Their plan still needs someone to complete, as long as there is only the younger brother left, the younger brother must live no matter what.Because if the younger brother died too, no one would be able to complete the final step.

"Even if it's only for one day, I hope you will live longer than me. I don't want you to die before me. This is my brother's responsibility." When he was dying, his brother left such a sentence.

In fact, there is no such sentence, and this is automatically completed by the script.So from this moment on, younger brother Carter embarked on the path of self-destruction.

If this is a strategy game, it can be said that the protagonist has undoubtedly failed.Because the protagonist failed to keep his younger brother, even if the younger brother thought that the protagonist was a rare light in a bleak life, he couldn't keep him.

"Severe self-destructive tendencies...."

From the perspective of the general environment, it is still a perfect ending, and the villain also got the end he deserved. Although it is a bit strange that the script will be automatically completed, it is not a big problem.

The real problem is that the blood monarch has too many roles, and even maintains the same role as the protagonist, and is more inclined to the dual male protagonists.

As soon as Shen Guming opened the script, he picked up the pen, hesitated for a while, and then put it down.

Just kidding, if you want to change it, don't you have to overturn and rewrite it all?

Just the thought of having to rewrite it felt like he could feel real pain.

Still don't.

Kamiya Mingichi closed the script and signed his name on the cover.

What is out of sight is clear, anyway, this book is just for supporting funds, so let's write better in the next book.

It was already the afternoon of the third day when Shen Guming woke up, and he slept through the whole day without any discomfort, but was very energetic.

Uncle Ming drove a van and came back with several large boxes of goods.

Before he had time to be touched, Mingyi Shengu found that his boxes were crooked and crooked. When he opened it for inspection, most of the materials were soaked in water, and the packaging bag was crushed by external force, and the materials were scattered.

What happened to this... these materials?

Uncle Ming scratched his head embarrassingly: "Something happened, the boss has already ordered another batch for you from there. He said that the loss this time is his. This happened."

The other party didn't answer, just looked at the materials so intently, stood up suddenly, and walked into the room. Uncle Ming felt a little uneasy, and he was also afraid that this kid would get angry.

Isn't there a saying that says that the most terrifying thing is when people who never get angry get angry.

I thought the other party was really angry, but Uncle Ming was hesitating whether to go over to comfort him, when he saw the young man came out with several plastic bags.

The tall and thin body squatted into a small ball, silently picking out the intact ones from the damaged materials.

Shen Guming thought with all his heart: It’s definitely not for sale, but he can drink it himself. If he has no money to eat in a few days, milk tea is also a high-calorie food. It can replenish energy. Adding more taro balls should also fill him up.

Uncle Ming didn't expect him to do this. In fact, the people on Trading Street are very cool to ordinary people. He has never seen such a pragmatic person.

Generally, if your clothes are broken, you just throw them away and buy new ones. Mingyi feels like he sews and mends them before putting them on again.

He was quite a big man, squatting there carefully picking among a pile of rubbish, Uncle Ming suddenly felt that no matter what his background was, this child would look pitiful now.

"Otherwise, don't ask for it, I'll buy it for you again." After holding back for a long time, I still couldn't hold back.

Shen Guming raised his head in confusion, thinking that it is good to have some, why don't you want them?

He squatted there, carrying a raw material bag, looked up at Uncle Ming, and tentatively said, "Then if you want to buy it for me...it's not bad?"

Uncle Ming nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to grab him, "Okay, don't worry about the rags, how is your script?"

Shen Guming looked at the pile of materials reluctantly, thinking that after Uncle Ming left, he would choose again.

He gave Uncle Ming the script that he threw aside and didn't even want to take a second look at it. Uncle Ming took the thick draft paper, his eyes lit up.

He saw so many manuscripts received by his old friends, many of them were only a few pages, not even a complete story, and this was the thickest.

No matter how it is written, this attitude is comfortable.

Uncle Ming raised his head proudly, his Mingyi was such an honest boy.

"By the way, after the script is handed in, if the selected ranking is good, there will be another sum of money for you, and you have to get a bank card." Uncle Ming looked him up and down, "You are a criminal."

Kamiya nods his head.

"Although black households are nothing to us here, but you don't look like you are willing to go deeper. In Changshi, household registration is essential." Uncle Ming sees people like Mingyi who do not have household registration. Few, there are more people with seven or eight identities on the trading street, and people like octopuses with more vests.

"Let me help you make a new set of identity information, so that no one can find out that it is fake." Uncle Ming is quite confident about this, and this is his old profession.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Ming."

Uncle Ming waved his big hand and said grandly, "It's not a big deal."

Shen Guming's plan finally came to nothing, and when Uncle Ming left, he took his pile of junk with him.

But the ones that have been packed before are considered too much.

It's great, he feels that in the next month, he can realize the freedom of milk tea.

The atmosphere at the Tokyo Conjuration Academy is particularly serious today.

Xia Youjie, a super conjurer, defected after massacring a village.

The upper echelons of the magic world were angry and scared, and they just wanted to catch Xia Youjie and execute him as soon as possible. This matter must still be done by Wujo Wu.

Standing alone under the high school tree, Gojo Satoru's mouth twitched.

He didn't notice Jie's change, and was dealt with by the phrase "Bitter Summer".

At this time, he suddenly thought of that person, the person who guarded the same secret with him and Jie.It has a very special sky and curse that will cause countless people to chase after it if it is exposed. If that person is there, can the abnormality be discovered earlier?

Wouldn't things not have come to this point with that unparalleled predictive ability?

Before he knew it, when he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The afternoon sun was very warm, and a familiar figure squatted on the edge of a small piece of land opened up in the courtyard, carefully taking care of the freshly planted coriander and green onions.

No way, it is difficult to find coriander in Japan, and not everyone can accept the taste of coriander, but Kamiya Mingichi likes it very much, and green onions save money. When he is skilled, he can grow other vegetables.

Self-sufficiency is the last word, so let’s forget about milk tea shops or something.

Shen Guming took a sip of milk tea helplessly, he was destined to miss the milk tea shop.

As it happened, his second batch of materials also had problems.

Now he has given up, only the boss is fighting against the third group without belief.

A shadow suddenly fell over his head, Shen Guming held milk tea in one hand and a small shovel in the other, and just raised his head like this: "Who is it?"

The person standing behind bent down, and a white head approached.

"Enlightenment? It's you."

"Who else can I be?"

Shen Guming took a look at him, always felt that something was wrong with this arrogant guy today, and he even restrained his dominance a lot.

Wujo Wujo's face is different from his usual, and he looks very bluffing.

"No one," Shen Guming clapped his hands and stood up, "I don't see anyone here for ten days and half a month." It was daytime, and the excitement at night made him tired.

Looking up at the sun, Shen Guming put a shovel into the opponent's hand: "You wait."

I hurried to the house and took out a large cup of brown sugar milk tea from the refrigerator. The pudding was added, and the custard was very fragrant.

When he returned, Gojo Satoru was poking around in the ground with a small shovel.

"Hey, be careful, it's hard to grow this." Shen Guming helped him insert the straw and stuffed it into his hand.

Gojo Satoru looked at the milk tea in his hand with great interest, took a sip, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

"Of course," Shengu Mingyi nodded confidently, "Even if you come every day, you won't be allowed to drink a heavy drink for a month." After a month, there will be no materials.

"Is it so powerful!"

"Of course."

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, looked at the milk tea in his hand, and suddenly laughed.

In Kamiya Mingichi's view, Gojo Satoru suddenly returned to normal Gojo Satoru, with a relaxed expression and an indescribable comfort.

"Since I've seen you, I should go too." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "I'll try other flavors next time."

Just like when he came, Gojo Satoru disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he really just came to have a cup of milk tea, Kamiya Mingyi couldn't figure out what he was here for.

By the way, Gojo Satoru seemed to have something to say just now, but finally gave up?

I don't understand, since I didn't say it, it shouldn't be important.

Kamiya Mingyi didn't think much about it.

Tonight, Kamiya Mingyi didn't wait for those strange people who came to him to check in every day in the past. When he was wondering, a visitor who hadn't seen him for a long time appeared at his door.

Xia Youjie stood at the gate of his yard with two little girls covered in blood. The two little girls grabbed Xia Youjie's sleeves and hid behind Xia Youjie.

The distance seemed to be calculated, and it happened to be at the junction of the light shining through the house and the darkness outside the courtyard.

Shen Guming's eyes widened and his breathing stopped.

Xia Youjie brought his two children to join him!

Ignore the blood, run with the ball... run with the baby?

...Ah, no, it's against the law to have two children at such a young age!

Naruichi Kamiya, who had been catching up on various TV dramas during this period of time, instantly matched his brain circuit.

It turns out that people like Xia Youjie also make mistakes, so fresh.

It must be desperate for Jie to go to him, and Wu may be on the other side, so Wu can't tell.

During his silence, the hands of the two children holding Xia Youjie's clothes gradually began to shake.

"Come on, let's go!" the little girl with white hair whispered.

No one noticed that Xia Youjie's body was losing temperature.

Naruichi Kamiya moved his nose, the smell...was Jay's blood, Jay was injured?

No, how did he tell the difference?

Before he could figure it out, he saw Xia Youjie's body shaking indistinctly.

Under the vigilant eyes of the two little girls, Shen Guming quickly ran to Xia Youjie's side, bent down quickly, hugged the two little girls one by one, and looked at Xia Youjie seriously: "Come in quickly, It's cold at night, you are fine, the child is easy to be frozen."

The two little girls were stunned, and subconsciously wrapped their hands around the necks of the person who was holding them up. The white-haired little girl's hands were wrapped around her neck, but the other party didn't do anything to hurt them. Holding their hands was very painful. Steady, very safe.

Xia Youjie endured it for a while, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Shen Guming looked back one by one and saw that Xia Youjie hadn't moved, and immediately urged: "Stop laughing, your injuries should be dealt with quickly, first let's say yes, I don't like children, so I won't take care of them for you."

As he spoke, he strode toward the house with the two little girls in his arms.

Xia Youjie followed slowly behind.