The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"You're done, you're done!"

"From now on, if you're in this line of work, don't even think about messing around, you trash!"

Drunk guy hit the producer.

After being dragged and beaten by security guards, he was also arrested by the producer and sent to the public security station, where he was detained for 10 days for the crime of picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

As a screenwriter, Drunk Man will watch all the new movies every year.

He also knows why those popular movies are blockbusters.

Is it a script?

No no no, really not.

But being a big IP and traffic star has already made the movie box office high to a certain extent.

Even the audience who bought tickets thought that the plot was not good, and sometimes cursed.

But what are you scolding?

It's not the actor I like, the acting is really bad.

What is scolding is the script, and what is scolding is the management.

He even felt sorry for his brother, and posted comments on the Internet, saying that his brother was ruined by garbage scripts!

But it's okay, the management doesn't care at all.

All they have to do is make money.

Not to mention, how many big-budget movies involve X money.

The entire industry, not to mention completely rotten, is almost there.

The box office is rising every year, but in fact, there are fewer and fewer movies that are really worth watching repeatedly.

The industry as a whole is in decline.

Drunk people are more or less a little literary, and they think highly of themselves. They want to write some scripts that are artistic, logical, and make everyone exclaim.

However, the management does not like it, and the market does not like it.

So he rushed to the street and died.

Eating instant noodles in a messy room every day is so real!

In a long-term depressive environment, my spirit gradually became abnormal.

Depression, mania, psychosis.

Chronic insomnia, severe anxiety.

And it was at that time, when he was standing on the roof of the 36th floor.

He strayed into the death game.

then……

In the game, he manipulated other players to his heart's content.

I have found the real meaning of living, belonging to myself.

In his opinion, the game of death is his life!

It is a script that he can write as much as he wants!

The enthusiasm that was submerged in the outside world was completely stimulated in the death game.

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"Uncle, drink tea."

"what are you thinking about?"

Quietly brought a bowl of hot tea and put it in front of the drunk, only then brought the drunk back from his thoughts.

The drunk subconsciously picked up the tea bowl and was about to take a sip.

But when he put it on his mouth and smelled the strong tea fragrance, he put it back again: "I dare not drink what you gave me."

"I remembered a little bit of the past."

The drunk looked at Jing Jing.

Thinking about the reason why she is so calm, what is the hole card.

In fact, on the first day of the game, Drunk Man and Jing Jing had met.

On that day, Jing Jing went to deliver food to the drunk.

The drunk took it, but didn't dare to eat it.

Hearing the words quietly, she smiled faintly, took back the tea bowl, and drank a few sips by herself: "Water resources are precious, so we shouldn't waste them."

"You're thinking, why am I so calm?"

"What hole card am I holding in my hand?"

"You are confused."

"You want to kill me, but you don't want me to kill me."

"Because in your opinion, your script needs a heroine worthy of you."

"Of course, it's best if the heroine betrays you at the end, making the plot reach a climax."

"Then, you take out your last hole card and kill me."

The drunken man's thoughts were completely seen through.

The drunk knows that killing Jing Jing is the best choice now, but he just can't do it.

An opponent who makes himself passive.

If he didn't even stretch out his sharp claws, he was killed by himself.

So in his eyes, the script was ruined by himself.

Death game victory is more important?

No, no.

As a crazy script writer.

A lunatic who regards the game of death as his creation.

He cares more about drama!

The drunk man looked out the window and said calmly, "Hehe..."

"Leave now, you still have a way to survive."

"Otherwise, you will be killed by me."

The drunk is waiting, wait quietly, and shoot yourself first!

Jing Jing shook her head and said, "You are lying to me."

"Once I choose to leave, you will kill me without hesitation."

"on the contrary."

"Stay here."

"As long as I don't show my cards, I won't take the initiative to do anything to you."

"You won't kill me."

"You will always remain interested in me, and wait patiently."

"Uncle."

"You have already lost."

"You are completely seen through by me."

"I am the heroine, don't I, I am very suitable for your script?"

The drunk man looked quiet and a little irritable.

Quietly looked at the drunken man with a calm demeanor, looked at the time, and it was close to the voting time, and made a proposal: "At night, how about casting the Rain Emperor."

"According to my observation, she may be the inner ghost."

Chapter 60. Go!

The screen came to Yimo's side.

Yuhuang was wrapped in a big padded jacket at the moment, shivering from the cold, looking at Yimo beside him who was concentrating on driving an off-road vehicle, he couldn't help but say, "Hey!"

"I said uncle!"

"Can't you turn up the air conditioner?"

"What good will it do you to freeze me to death!"

Yimo didn't even look at Yuhuang, and said casually: "Do you understand the cost of air conditioning?"

"Even if I bring all the gas, I have to save some."

"It would be nice to open the lowest gear for you, don't pick and choose."

"Ah-chirp!" Yuhuang sneezed, frowned, and said very displeasedly, "What's the nonsense?"

"Uncle, you have been driving around here for a day in a car, okay?"

"If you really want to save fuel, why don't you find a place to stop?"

"and many more!"

"You won't be bad at driving a car at all, so drive around here and practice your car!"

"By the way, it's almost 8 o'clock."

"It's time to vote, who do you vote for today?"

"Who do you think looks like a ghost?"

Yimo has been driving around the base today, basically taking the same route.

He didn't go to the iron chain bridge in the gully of the red base, nor did he go to the supply direction.

On the one hand, there is a purpose.

On the other hand, Yi Mo dared not go.

Afraid that Tianqi and Lucky would get some special props or powerful weapons, they would directly kill him.

According to default, there may be rocket launchers and anti-device guns in the supplies.

Yimo felt that it was almost done, and soon the voting was about to start, so she stopped the car first, and said very casually: "Just kidding, I'm good at driving in the game, okay?"

The Rain Emperor was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurried over to grab Yi Mo's arm and said, "Wait!"

"What did you say!"

"Are you good at driving in the game?"

"So, you can't drive outside at all?!!"

Yi Mo pulled her handcuffs away, and said very naturally: "Don't care about so many details."

"It's not a big road, and there is no possibility of a collision."

"There's no danger at all."

"By the way, we have to discuss the matter of voting."

"Absolutely don't cast indiscriminately."

"Otherwise, when we freeze to death outside, the inner ghost won't be able to find it!"

Hearing this, the Rain Emperor gritted his teeth and said, "I regret it."

"It's still safer to stay in the base and hide in the room."

"It's also warm, it's a crime to come out!"