Seeing that the people below were still somewhat confused, Eric said again: "Actually, I have already had a lot of ideas for this story, and I will give it to you as a reference after the meeting is over. At the same time, I will give you some tips Well, Muller's ultimate goal is to find clues about his sister's disappearance, and even finally find his sister. Through deep hypnotic memories, he found that his sister's disappearance was related to the abduction by aliens, so he will encounter the supernatural To record and classify the phenomena, Muller used his professional sensitivity to select the potentially useful information and put them together like a jigsaw puzzle played by a child, and finally formed a complete clue pointing to Brett’s colonization conspiracy. You could add a Mueller taking notes in each episode."
The idea of the subtitle "Puzzle" was conceived by Eric on the spur of the moment. In the original version, it was Dana Scully who often recorded the supernatural phenomena encountered, but in the episodes Eric watched, there was I didn't find any special purpose for Scully to take notes. In this case, Eric felt that it would be best to apply this idea to the leading actor. Moreover, the plot of the "jigsaw puzzle" can also arouse fans' speculation and curiosity. This kind of suspenseful setting has always been a magic weapon to attract popularity in American dramas.
This time after Eric finished speaking, the screenwriters did not raise any concerns. After all, they are all the best sci-fi screenwriters jointly recruited by Fox and Firefly. If Eric not only gave the general background, but also He will give his own plot concept as a reference. If these people can't write a script with the strength of eight people, then they won't be worthy of their own name.
After discussing the details for another half an hour, Eric finally concluded: "Well, you have two months to come up with a script that satisfies me. At the end of the year, Firefly and Fox will jointly produce The sample of the first episode, I hope everyone will not disappoint the audience. If there are no other questions, let’s end the meeting.”
Everyone left one after another. While discussing things in a low voice, Eric and Allen quickly packed the materials in front of them into the file folder. When they looked up, they saw Elizabeth still sitting at the end of the long desk, with her chin resting on her right hand . Looking at himself curiously.
"I'm going to CAA headquarters next, are you going?" Eric asked tentatively.
"Ah?" Elizabeth came to her senses and looked at her watch: "It's already eleven o'clock, and it's almost time for lunch."
"Eat there at noon, if you don't go, you can go home."
"I'll go!" The girl replied reflexively, muttering in her heart, don't try to get rid of me.
Eric got into the car with a tail like a tail, and Elizabeth sat next to Eric in the back seat. After the car drove on the road for a while, the girl still glanced at Eric from time to time, not hiding her curiosity in her eyes. Eric, who had lowered his head and took the time to read the documents, was stared at inexplicably. Can't help but ask: "What do you want to say?"
"I'm just curious, how did you... come up with that stuff. Brett, Syndicate or something?"
Eric closed the folder and put it on his lap, turned his head and stared into the girl's eyes, with a hint of mystery in his tone: "Actually, I am a future person who traveled back from 2012."
"Huh?" Elizabeth blinked a few times, but didn't respond.
Eric lowered his voice and moved closer to the girl and continued: "The things about the Brady Stars are true. After December 21, 2012, the black oil launched an invasion, and ninety-nine percent of humans were infected. The remaining remnants of human beings formed the resistance army. I am one of them, but our resistance force is too weak and far from enough to fight against the Brett aliens. When the Brett aliens are about to wipe out the rebel organization, we use Brett's technology invented the space-time shuttle, and my companion sent me to this era, hoping that I could destroy the other's conspiracy before Brett's colonization. But now I am alone and can only rely on "X-Files" To covertly tell the people the truth of the matter."
"The Brett Stars must have sent a robot named t-800 to hunt you down, right?" The girl gave Eric a blank look, and pushed him away: "Don't think I haven't seen "Terminator" .”
Amidst the chuckles of the driver in the front row and Allen, Eric spread his hands: "Look, if I'm telling you the truth, if you don't believe me, then don't ask so many questions."
The girl was very dissatisfied with Eric's perfunctory: "You are obviously talking nonsense."
Eric shook his head, intending to lower his head and continue to read the documents, but Elizabeth couldn't help asking, "Hey, what are we going to CAA for?"
"You will know when you go, don't make trouble, let me read this document." Eric waved his hand and said without bothering to explain.
Elizabeth snorted angrily, but stopped bothering Eric and turned her head to the other side.
"Eric," as soon as he walked into a reception room of the CAA building, a small figure rushed towards Eric.
Eric picked up Stuart Lankel and turned around, put it down, rubbed the little guy's head and said with a smile: "It's grown a lot taller."
"You're still so tall," Little Stu looked up and down Eric standing in front of Eric, "Eric, it looks like you won't grow any longer."
Eric smiled and rubbed the little guy's head again: "Don't be like a little adult, an eight-year-old should look like an eight-year-old."
"What does an eight-year-old child look like?" Little Stu asked in a "vicissitudes" way. Seeing Eric walking towards his parents, he shrugged and turned his head to look at the other children who came with Eric. People, seeing the tall and beautiful Elizabeth, the little guy immediately moved forward with bright eyes, showing a childlike smile: "Hi, hello!"
Elizabeth thought this little guy looked familiar at first, but at this moment she finally realized the identity of the other person. The girl squatted down and touched Stuart's head with maternal instinct, with a surprised look on her face: "You are Kevin, Kevin from "Home Alone" .”
"My name is Stuart Rankel, you can call me Stu," the little guy finished introducing himself, and pretended to be naive: "Madam, you are so beautiful, can I hug you?"
"Of course," Elizabeth didn't think much, and was about to hug the little boy with a smile.
After greeting Stewart's parents and the new manager named Brian Kurtzman, Eric turned his head, just in time to hear the little guy wanting to be hugged innocently, and stretched out his hand to hold the little guy with a wry smile. I brought it over.
"Stu, don't eat girls' tofu. I haven't seen you for half a year. How did you become a little pervert?"
The little guy struggled twice and got rid of Eric's big hand: "Eric, you are so stingy, I am so small, I can't do anything, even if it is your girl, hugging will not lose a piece of meat."
"Let's talk about these things when you are eighteen, and now do what you should do honestly at your age."
Just as Stuart was about to continue to refute, Mrs. Lankel, who was worried that the little guy would annoy Eric, hurried forward and dragged the little guy away with a smile.
But Elizabeth, who heard the brief conversation between the two, was already in a daze. Is this... really an eight-year-old child
No one in the reception room cared about the girl's thoughts. After a brief conversation, Eric took Allen, Charleson Ronkel, and Stewart's new agent into the small meeting room next to it. Elizabeth and Lankel mother and son.
The reception room fell silent. The little guy didn't seem to notice what was going on around him. He ran to the sofa, took out a Rubik's Cube from a small schoolbag, and started playing on his own.
Feeling a little bored, the girl also walked over and sat down on the sofa, picked up a magazine on the coffee table and flipped through it casually. Only Stuart's mother stood at the door of the small conference room and listened for a while, wanting to open the door and go in. , but stretched out his hand a few times but didn't dare to make a move, so he could only walk up and down in the open space at the door of the small meeting room.
Elizabeth was looking at the magazine, and the immature child's voice sounded again: "What's your name?"
The girl raised her head and saw the boy flicking a Rubik's Cube much larger than his palm, "Are you asking me? You can call me... Liz."
"I don't know you well, let's call you Elizabeth," the little guy continued to ask with his big pure eyes open, "Miss Elizabeth, are you Eric's woman?"
"No," the girl instinctively felt that she shouldn't chat with this little guy anymore, but she had no choice but to answer this question: "I'm just his assistant."
But just after finishing speaking, the girl heard a syllable with obvious disdain: "Cut."
"Little guy, what do you mean?" The girl couldn't help but put down the magazine in her hand, and raised her head to stare at the little boy.
Stuart said truthfully: "I just think you are a little hypocritical."
"I... hypocritical?" The girl pointed to her nose in disbelief: "Why do you call me hypocritical?"
The little guy shrugged: "Eric didn't let you go in with him just now, which means that you are just an insignificant female assistant, and your salary will definitely not be high. If you are not Eric's woman, then where are you?" The money to buy such expensive things on your body, just your Chanel bag is not something you can afford with your salary?"
"My family has ten times more money than that bastard!" The girl completely forgot about Stuart's age, and raised her voice like an enraged kitten to retort.
"Oh," the little guy let out a long voice when he heard this, nodded and said, "I understand."
Elizabeth sat back on the sofa, picked up the magazine and flipped through a few pages vigorously, deciding not to pay any attention to this little guy.
But the little guy didn't let her go: "You like Eric, that's why you let the rich lady not do it, and came to be his assistant, right?"
Upon hearing this sentence, the girl immediately threw the decision she had just made behind her mind: "I don't like that bastard!"
The little guy sighed and said: "Hey, a duplicity woman, even a child has the heart to deceive."
"you… "
The little guy was about to continue molesting the girl, when Mrs. Lankel, who was very irritated in her heart, finally spoke, with a slightly sharp voice: "Stu, shut up, and don't bully this lady again." (To be continued. .)