Chapter 1502

Generally speaking, if you think of a person in your mind, know his name, and write his name in your notebook, the other person will die of "heart paralysis".

(Shen Laite goes out with his notebook and sees a perverted murderer at the intersection waiting for the traffic lights. His information has been reported in the news, but he has escaped the punishment of the law and claims that "no one can convict me". Shen Laite writes down his name in his notebook.

A vehicle carrying goods crosses the intersection, and the gap under the vehicle highlights the figure of the other party falling down after struggling.

When the vehicle left, shenlaite saw the pain of the dead man and finally confirmed the authenticity and effectiveness of the death note.

His heart is judging himself, whether to leave the notebook or keep it. On the eve of struggling to make a decision, liuk, the God of death, fell from the sky...)

Seeing here, park Zhixiao opened his mouth.

The suspense, oh, no, or the preview of the next episode is really too strong.

Just to make up the picture on TV, park Zhixiao felt spoiled.

In addition to the screenwriter Li Xianzhe, the only people in the world who can know the direction of the second episode or the next episode at the first time are probably the directors and actors of the crew.

"Will shenlaite be surprised to see death next? make a hullabaloo about? Or calmly accept the facts? "

If Li Xianzhe in the United States knew that a girl was "jumping up and down" because of a script in his room at this time, his curiosity broke out, and his heart was like being scratched by a hundred hands. If he wanted to know the next plot, he would be unable to cry or laugh.

But park Zhixiao's reaction also proved that she didn't take symbolic care of it because the play was written by Li Xianzhe and contributed her ratings to support it.

But after reading the previous things, I really became the first fan of the work that has not yet come out, has not started shooting, and the script seminar.

"I can't think about it anymore. If I think about it again, I'm afraid I'll call and ask about the story after oba."

With great willpower, park Zhixiao put the script of the death note back in the drawer, along with other scripts.

The girl didn't know that Li Xianzhe only left the script of the first episode. On the one hand, he only wrote the first episode, and the next ten episodes were in his own brain.

Considering that South Korea is a serious disaster area where hackers are active, Li Xianzhe's idea of leaving a draft script for subsequent episodes in his computer has been eliminated. He did so for the sake of confidentiality.

In the whole empire entertainment, only he, Jiang Junxi and song Jifan know the plot direction of the whole play of the death note.

And it is not ruled out that Li Xianzhe will change the plot according to the audience's reaction in the later stage.

Park Zhixiao took a deep breath, probably thinking that it was impossible to find a spare battery in this place, then turned and left the small study and closed the door.

"Fortunately, I didn't stay here too long. It would be strange if they found out outside."

Coincidentally, as soon as she said this to herself, she found the backup battery directly next to the long head cabinet in the room.

A new battery in a box blocked by a desk lamp.

This position is really, unless her eyes have a scanner, she entered here many times without realizing it.

Inadvertently turned to those scripts, really took a lot of her mind.

This is the first time she has been so detailed and touched Li Xianzhe's unknown work field closely.

In daily life, Li Xianzhe always speaks sincerely about things in his work, especially the next plans and arrangements of the company, and only talks about the general direction.

With their identity and ideas, those complex things are not what they are related to and can understand.

In addition, whenever Li Xianzhe comes home from work, what he sees from his face is an irrecoverable sense of fatigue.

Therefore, including Park Zhixiao, it is natural to say other interesting things, so as to give Li Xianzhe some comfort.

But that doesn't mean they don't care. On the contrary, since they slept with Li Xianzhe, park Zhixiao began to pay special attention to everything about Li Xianzhe.

Unpack, buckle out two batteries, put them in the remote control, and throw the old batteries without electricity into the trash can.

Looking at the figures clearly displayed above, the girl smiled with satisfaction.

Park Zhixiao returned to the living room leisurely with the remote control. He just saw Zhou Ziyu and Jin Duoxian staring at each other. He said curiously, "what are they doing?"

"They are..."

Yu Ding Yan summarized the events during this period in the shortest words. Looking at the remote control in her hand, she said, "how did you get something? It took so long."

Yu Dingyan was aware of this problem when Park Zhixiao appeared because his attention was divided by the "war" between the two sisters.

"Zhixiao didn't do anything strange in oba's room?" Yu Dingyan thought evil, and his suspicious sight made him uncomfortable.

"What should I do? She must have found something, ah ~ ~ I seem to have been away for too long?

How long did I stay in oba's little study? Five Minutes? ten minutes? Do you want to tell them about those scripts? "

Park Zhixiao's eyes were wandering, but Yu Dingyan would be very angry when he thought that when he said it, it would involve violating other people's privacy, so he still suppressed the idea of saying all those things.

"Oh, you say that."

Park Zhixiao calmed down and pointed to the back of the remote control.

"The battery inside is dead. I searched in oba's house for a long time before I found a spare battery behind the alarm clock in front of his bedside table."

"Battery." Yu Dingyan blinked. "If you had asked me earlier, you would have saved a lot of time."

"Why?" Park Zhixiao's expression became confused for a second.

"Because oba told me before he left that if there is a lack of small parts at home, just go to the cabinet beside his bedside. The key is always with me."

Yu Dingyan patted his pocket, took out a shiny key and threw it up and down in mid air.

"Like the toolbox, the medical case, and the battery you said, in short, they are small pieces. They are all put together."

"Well, I took it too seriously, so I ignored the time."

At the thought that he was like an idiot, rummaging around in Li Xianzhe's room and even drilling under the bed, park Zhixiao shrugged his head in disappointment.