I’m in Hollywood

Seeing that the following people still have some confused looks, Eric said: "In fact, I have already had a lot of ideas about this story. After the meeting, people will be handed over to you for reference. At the same time, give you some tips. Muller’s ultimate goal is to find clues about his sister’s disappearance and even find his sister. Through deep hypnosis memories, he found that his sister’s disappearance is related to alien hijacking, so he will encounter the supernatural. The phenomenon is recorded and classified, and Muller selects potentially useful information through his own occupational sensitivity, and puts together the puzzle games played by the children, eventually forming a complete clue to the Brett star colonial conspiracy. You can add a plot of Muller to take notes in each episode."

The idea of ​​the subtitle 'Jigsaw' is what Eric has come up with. In the original version, it is Dana Scully who often records the supernatural phenomena encountered, but in the series that Eric has seen, I didn't find any special intentions for Scully to take notes. In this case, Eric feels that it is best to use this idea for the actor. Moreover, the plot of 'Jigsaw' can also trigger fantasies and curiosity. This suspense setting has always been a popular weapon in American drama.

This time Eric finished, the writers did not raise any concerns. After all, they were the best sci-fi scriptwriters that Fox and Firefly had jointly found. If Eric gave not only the background, it would give For your own plot ideas for reference, these people gather the power of eight people and then can't write the script, then they will not be worthy of their own name.

After another half-hour discussion, Eric finally concluded: "So, you have two months to come up with a script that will satisfy me. At the end of the year, Firefly and Fox will co-produce. Samples from the first episode. I hope that everyone will not let the audience down. If there are no other questions, then let go."

Everyone left, Eric and Allen whispered about things. Quickly pack the information in front of the folder into the folder and raise your head. I saw that Elizabeth was still sitting at the end of the long desk, holding her chin in her right hand and looking at herself curiously.

"Next I am going to the headquarters of Caa, are you going?" Eric asked, tempted.

"Ah?" Elizabeth reacted and looked at her watch: "It’s already eleven o'clock, almost lunch."

"I eat there at noon. If you don't go, you can go home."

"I am going!" the girl replied reflexively, muttering in her heart and not wanting to get rid of me.

The little tail is adorned with Eric and got on the bus. Elizabeth sat in the back seat of Eric, until the car drove on the road for a while, the girl still glanced at Eric from time to time, his eyes did not hide his curiosity. Eric, who had been looking down at the documents, was staring at the inexplicable and couldn’t help but ask: "What do you want to say?"

"I am just curious, how are you...thinking about those things, Brett stars, syndicate, what?"

Eric puts the folder on his lap and turns his head to stare at the girl's eyes. There is a mystery in his tone: "Actually. I am a future person who will come back from 2012."

"Well?" Elizabeth blinked a few times and didn't respond.

Eric lowered his voice and went to the girl to continue: "The things about Brady Star are true. After December 21, 2012. Black oil launched an invasion, and 99% of humans were infected. The remaining remnants of humanity formed the Rebels. I am one of them, but our resistance is too weak, far enough to fight against the Brett Stars. When the Brett Stars are about to kill the resistance, we use Brett's technology invented the space-time shuttle, and my companions sent me to this age, hoping that I could destroy the other's conspiracy before the Brett star launched the colony. But I am now alone. I can only rely on the "x file" To tell the truth of the people in a vague way."

"The Brett star must have sent a robot called t-800 to chase you, right?" The girl whitened Eric and pushed him away: "Don't think I haven't seen Terminator." ""

The front row of drivers and Allen's chuckle. Eric has a hand: "Look, I tell you the truth, you don't believe it. Then don't ask so much."

The girl is very dissatisfied with Eric's perfunctory: "You are obviously nonsense."

Eric shook his head and tried to look down at the documents. Elizabeth couldn’t help but ask, "Hey, what do we do to caa?"

"You will know when you go, don't mess, let me read this information." Eric was too lazy to explain, waved his hand and said.

Elizabeth snorted angrily, but did not bother Eric and turned her head to the other side.

"Eric," just walked into a reception room in the Caa building, and the little figure rushed over to Eric.

Eric picked up Stewart Langkel and made a turn. After he put it down, he licked the little guy's head and smiled. "It's a lot taller."

"You are still that tall," said Syrac, who stood up in front of Eric and raised his head. Eric looked up and down: "Eric, it seems that you will not grow any longer."

Eric smiled and stunned on the little guy's head: "Don't be like a little adult, an eight-year-old child should have an eight-year-old."

"What should an eight-year-old child look like?" Stoudemire asked very vicissitudes. He saw Eric walking to his parents, shrugged and turned to look at the other with Eric. People, seeing the high-spirited Elizabeth, the little guy immediately plucked his eyes and went forward, revealing a childlike smile: "Hey, hello!"

Elizabeth originally thought that this little guy was familiar with it. At this time, she finally reacted to the identity of the other person. The girl's motherhood squatted and touched Stewart's head and looked surprised: "You are Kevin, Kevin in "The Little Devil" ""

"My name is Stewart Langkel, you can call me Stu," the little guy introduced himself, pretending to be naive: "This lady, you are so beautiful, can I hug you?"

"Of course," Elizabeth didn't think much, laughing and going to hug the little boy.

Greetings with Stewart’s parents and the new agent named Brian Kuzman, Eric turned his head and just heard the little guy’s innocence to hug, and smiled and reached for the little guy. I came over.

"Stu, don't let me eat the girl's tofu, I haven't seen it for half a year. How did you become a little color wolf?"

The little guy struggled twice and got rid of Eric's big hand: "Eric, you are stingy, I am so small, I can't do anything, even if it's your girl, hug and no less meat."

"These things will wait until you are 18 years old, and now honestly do what you should do at this age."

Stewart was about to retort, worried that the little guy annoyed Eric's Mrs. Langkel and went forward with a smile and dragged the little guy away.

But Elizabeth, who heard a brief conversation between the two, has fallen into a sluggishness. Is this really an eight-year-old child?

In the reception room, no one cares about the girl's thoughts. After a simple conversation, Eric walked into the small meeting room with Allen and Charlie Lenker and Stewart's new agent. Elizabeth and Langkel mother and child.

The reception room was quiet. The little guy didn't seem to notice everything that happened around him. He ran to the sofa and found a Rubik's cube from a small bag. He played it on his own.

Feeling a little boring, the girl also walked over and sat down on the sofa. She picked up a magazine on the coffee table and looked at it. Only Stewart’s mother stood at the door of the small meeting room and listened for a while, trying to push the door in. However, he did not dare to move when he stretched his hand several times. He could only walk around in the open space of the small conference room.

Elizabeth was looking at the magazine, and the childish voice in her ear rang again: "What is your name?"

The girl looked up and saw the boy who was constantly fiddling with the Rubik's cube, which was much bigger than his palm: "Are you asking me? You can call me... Leeds."

"I can't be familiar with you, or call you Elizabeth," the little guy said, licking his pure big eyes and continuing to ask: "Miss Elizabeth, are you a woman of Eric?"

"No," the girl instinctively felt that she should not talk to this little guy anymore, but she had to answer the question: "I am only his assistant."

But just finished, the girl heard a syllabic with disdain: "Cut."

"Little guy, what do you mean?" The girl couldn't help but put down her magazine and looked up at the little boy.

Stewart tells the truth: "I just think you are a bit hypocritical."

"I... hypocrisy?" The girl pointed incredibly to her nose: "Why do you say that I am hypocritical?"

The little guy shrugged: "Eric has just not let you go with him, indicating that you are just an insignificant female assistant. Your salary will definitely not be high. If you are not a woman of Eric, then where are you? The money to buy something so expensive, just your Chanel bag is not what you can afford to pay?"

"My family has ten times more money than the bastard!" The girl completely forgot the age of Stewart, like the angry little female cat, raising her voice to rebut.

"Oh," the little guy heard the sentence, prolonged his voice and nodded. "I understand."

Elizabeth sat back on the sofa and picked up the magazine and turned a few pages, decided to ignore the little guy.

But the little guy didn't let her go: "You like Eric, so I don't want to let the rich lady do it, run to give him an assistant, right?"

When I heard this, the girl immediately threw the decision just made: "I don't like that bastard!"

The little guy sighed aloud: "Hey, the mouth is a woman who is guilty, even the children are willing to deceive."

"you……"

The little guy was about to ridicule the girl, and the heart was very annoyed. Mrs. Longkel finally spoke, and the voice was slightly sharp: "Stu, shut me up, don't bully this lady again." (To be continued)