Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 173 Semi-original script·[-]
Groundhog Day?
"Source Code"?
Are these two movie titles?What movie is it?
Gu Ruobai looked at the two unfamiliar names that appeared in the script. According to the dialogue of the characters, it should probably be two movies about "Time Cage", but these two movies didn't seem to be in his impression.

"No, this person wants to bury two easter eggs in his own movie, right?"

Gu Ruobai knew that Qiao Yi liked to do some interesting things. For example, in "Langya Bang", let Tang Yixin play the role of Princess Jing, and when Zhang Ruoyun and Tang Yixin got married, this scene became the most touching scene on the scene .

For another example, in "Etude of Memory", I played a guest role as a singer, which surprised a large group of fans.

So I subconsciously believed that these two movies were also intentional by Qiao Yi.

If Qiao Yi knew what she was thinking, he would be greatly moved, and he would follow her train of thought and nod his head yes.Because these two movies were completely intentional by Qiao Yi.

Gu Ruobai shook his head, temporarily put the two movies aside, and continued to read the script.

Act Eight—

The young old Qiao opened his eyes from the bed at home, was silent for a while, and got up leisurely when he heard the alarm clock ringing.

After washing up, I made breakfast, which consisted of complexion and scrambled eggs. After breakfast, I put on my backpack and got ready to go to work.

At this time, the phone at home suddenly rang.

It was an old-fashioned landline, a white phone, covered in dust.

The young old Qiao stood at the door and looked at the phone. After hesitating for a while, he walked over, picked up the phone, and waited for the person opposite to speak first.

"When are you coming back?" It was a woman's voice.

"Let's go on the weekend, this weekend, I will go home." The young old Qiao's voice suddenly became gentle.

"I'll be waiting for you at home. Oh, and the child is also waiting for you." The woman's voice was also gentle, and the young old Qiao could imagine that there must be a smile on her face.

"Yes." Young Lao Qiao looked at the time, he was almost late and was about to hang up the phone.

"I miss you." The woman said suddenly.

The young old Qiao's hand suddenly hung in the air, and after a while, he murmured: "I miss you too."

After hanging up the phone, the expressionless young old Qiao turned and went into the kitchen, came out again after a while, walked out of the house slowly, came to the bus stop outside the community, and waited for the bus to come.

The young old Joe took off the backpack, hugged it to his chest, and put one hand into the backpack.

"what!"

At this time, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd waiting for the bus, and the young old Qiao turned around suddenly, and saw an out-of-control car heading straight towards him not far away.

The crowd scattered in shock, and the young old Qiao calmly dodged aside.

After the car hit the stop sign on the side of the road and stopped, it rushed over and stretched out in the hand of the backpack. Suddenly, an extra hammer was thrown out, and it slammed down against the car window.

Two bangs.

The window of the car was smashed, and the young driver inside looked at him in horror, and then he was dragged out by the young old Qiao, frightened and begging for mercy.

The young old Qiao indifferently lifted up the hammer and hit the young driver on the head one after another.

"what!"

"Dead!"

The crowd dispersed, then gathered again.

The young old Qiao wiped the blood off his face, turned his head to look at the place where the crowd gathered, and from the gap between the crowd, he saw a person lying on the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

The young old Joe knew that it was a woman, a woman who was pregnant with a child and was about to give birth.

He glanced back at the young driver lying on the ground. He was lying in a pool of blood and had no breath. He raised the hammer again and smashed it down hard.

Whoop!
Feeling light in his hand, the young old Qiao appeared on the bed with a blank face. He turned his head to see the plate of green radishes on the window sill and the buzzing desktop computer case, with a look of sadness and helplessness on his face.

Sitting up from the bed, rubbing his face vigorously, watching the bubbles popping up on the screen, the bubbles bumped back and forth in the screen, but they still couldn't get out.

The young old Qiao put on loose robe-like clothes, came to sit down in front of the computer, shook the mouse, and the computer desktop jumped out.

It is still the familiar blue sky, white clouds and grassland.

dong dong dong.

The door rang.

"The door is unlocked, come in by yourself." The young old Qiao didn't turn his head, his voice was dry like two volcanic rocks rubbing against each other.

The door opened and 0827 came in, making a sound as his shoes stepped on the ground.

"How was your rest yesterday?" 0827 asked mechanically.

The young old Qiao turned his head at a strange angle, looked at 0827 coldly, and grinned: "I had a strange dream. But what's even more strange is that when I opened my eyes, it seemed that I couldn't remember anything." gone."

0827 nodded, expressionless: "You are a normal post-traumatic disorder."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"OK then."

The young old Qiao didn't seem to want to entangle this matter with 0827 any more. He looked down at her shoes, which were light, soft-soled shoes, and asked, "Why are you here today, where is Dr. Wang? Didn't you always come here?" Did he come?"

"Doctor Wang has something to do at home today."

"Oh. If Dr. Wang didn't come, I thought other doctors would come. So, what do you want to know when you come today?" The young old Qiao didn't take it seriously, as if he just mentioned it casually.

"Follow me." The woman nodded, then turned around and opened the door to go out.

The young old Qiao looked back at the computer, smiled, and followed the woman out.

……

Act Nine—

In the morning, the park bench, the sun shining through the egg yolk, is wet and somewhat hungry.

Young Joe sat on one end of the bench, and on the other was 0827.

0827 held a cup of milk tea in his hand, which was still steaming.

In the park, there are people exercising in the morning, some are doing Tai Chi, some are sitting on the grass and eating breakfast with a smile, and some are chasing a puppy. The hair on the dog is like a woman's hair, flowing and soft .

"What dream did you have?" 0827 asked directly without opening the folder.

"I dreamed that I killed someone." The young old Qiao looked at his right hand, as if he was still holding the wooden handle of the hammer.

0827 turned his head to look seriously at the young old Qiao, was silent for a while, and then said again: "Killed someone?"

"You should ask me why I killed someone."

The young old Qiao stared straight at 0827, then grinned, and said, "That should be a drunk driver. I smelled a strong smell of alcohol from him, and it was mixed with several kinds of alcohol. smell. You know, I'm a drinker, so I'm sensitive to the smell. So, I killed him."

"Just drunk, shouldn't be killed." 0827 said.

"Yes, I don't know why I killed him. But you know what. I had a hammer in my hand at the time. The size of the hammer was just right in the backpack and it was just right for killing people. I It just hit him on the head, and he fell to the ground at the first hit, so I had to bend down and take a closer look, lest I hit the wrong place." The young old Qiao had a smile on his face, as if he was saying something, very Good memories.

"Just drunk, shouldn't be killed." 0827 repeated his own words.

"He killed someone. Yes, he killed one person. Oh, it should be two lives. I can see that the person who was hit should be a pregnant woman. She should have gone to the hospital to experience it. That place, It's not far from the hospital. Maybe her family lives nearby, or maybe she came here by taxi..."

"You are just guessing. Guessing is not enough for you to kill a person, even though he is a drunk driver." 0827 persistently denied the young man, Old Joe.

"Impossible! I'm not guessing, I saw it!" The young old Qiao suddenly shouted.

0827 did not speak, and remained silent.

"I know what a pregnant woman looks like, and she's going to be wearing baggy clothes, maybe with some cute prints on them, or anime characters, maybe monochrome if she only likes monochrome clothes. Just It’s the same as my dress, it’s very roomy and monochrome…”

The young old Joe seemed to be talking to himself.

"If she's not dead, why not save her? The hospital is nearby, and you can save that woman in the time it takes to kill someone." 0827 said.

The young old Joe was stunned.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at 0827, and said in a low voice: "Let's start now, you should have prepared the questions you want to ask."

"But I'm already asking."

"No, the question just now has nothing to do with the question you want to ask, and your mission here is not to ask those questions. Besides, it was just a dream, a strange dream."

0827 nodded, opened the folder, ran his fingers through a list of questions, and asked: "Two years ago today..."

"Change another question. Don't ask any more questions about this kind of test." Young Joe interrupted 0827.

0827 took a serious look at the young old Qiao, then picked up the milk tea, and found that it was empty, so he got up and threw the cup into the trash can next to him, came back, sat down, opened the folder twice, and pointed to the last one. Question: "What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Why am I here?"

Young Lao Qiao looked at 0827 in confusion, wondering if she had misunderstood the question.

"What is your purpose here?" 0827 repeated the question, indicating that she was not wrong.

"I got up in the morning, went to work, and was hit by a car... No, I wasn't hit by a car! That was a dream! I came here by myself! How did I get here?" The young old Qiao suddenly stood up and looked at everything around.

In the park, there are people exercising in the morning, some are doing Tai Chi, some are sitting on the grass and eating breakfast with a smile, and some are chasing a puppy. The hair on the dog is like a woman's hair, flowing and soft .

"How did I come here? What is the purpose of my coming here? How did I come here? What is the purpose of my coming here?..."

The young old Qiao held his head in his hands, with a painful expression on his face, and repeated these two sentences in his mouth.

But 0827's voice came into his ears like a nightmare: "Old Qiao, what is your purpose here?"

(End of this chapter)