screenwriter mystery

Chapter 142 Adjusting Progress
"This is where?"

Looking at the abandoned wooden house in front of him, even in the black and white world, which still exudes a strange and cold atmosphere, Amanda immediately asked Spike beside him.

"do not know."

Looking away from George's black and white back, Spike shook his head slightly.

Looking back, he glanced at the engulfing fog behind him, and reminded Amanda.

"However, it's time for us to leave."

"what?!"

However, in the face of Spike's urging, Amanda didn't have the slightest look of joy on her face.

She looked at the motionless George not far away and the abandoned wooden house in front of her, feeling that she was close to the truth of the serial disappearances.

"The time has come."

Without giving Amanda time to refuse, Spike said something softly, and put his hand on hers the next moment.

When Amanda came back to her senses and opened her eyes again.

The two have returned to reality from the memory world of the spirit, and the surrounding colors have changed from monotonous and empty black and white to a colorful world again.

Taking a breath subconsciously, Amanda felt that the rancid smell filling the tip of her nose seemed to have faded a lot. She looked down and found that the burning aromatherapy had been extinguished with the last wisp of smoke.

Seeing this scene, Amanda realized why Spike mentioned that the time was up in George's memory world.

Letting go of the palms she was still holding with Spike, Amanda looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of George's house.

15:46 minutes.

Amanda clearly remembered that before the psychic ceremony, the time displayed on the wall clock had reached 15:20.

After Spike used the psychic ceremony to enter George's memory world with her, more than half a day had passed. Amanda even thought that the time would be in the early morning when the psychic ended. However, the time that actually passed But only less than half an hour.

Such a huge time gap made Amanda's thoughts chaotic.

"Have a cup of tea."

Pushing a cup of hot tea in front of Amanda, Spike looked at her still with a slightly dazed expression, and said with a normal expression: "Calm down, I know you have a lot of questions on your mind right now."

……

"Have you found any useful clues?"

New York Police Department, surveillance room.

The white FBI agent twisted his sore neck, paused the surveillance video on the computer, and asked a colleague beside him.

"No."

Shaking his head, he watched silently as the video on the computer screen jumped to the pitch-black scene in the early hours of the morning, and the reply given by his colleague was also a bit unoptimistic.

"There are too many suspicious people in the video, and it is impossible to determine whether the missing person is among them."

In New York City, the places where cameras are installed are generally densely populated or high-risk areas.

On more than one occasion, FBI agents have witnessed six robberies, twelve brawls, and many apparently 'illegal' trading activities in the video footage of the monitor.

I want to find the traces of those inconspicuous missing persons in this dense and conspicuous criminal activities.

For FBI agents who only master features such as photos, it is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

"Perhaps, we should change our thinking. This method of searching for evidence by finding needles in straw piles is really stupid."

After closing the video in front of him and opening a new video on the monitor, the FBI agent couldn't help complaining.

"Unless you can think of a better way to find the whereabouts of the missing person, otherwise just shut up and obediently watch all these videos."

The white FBI agent is obviously also aware that the current evidence gathering by the two of them has no technical content.

However, this old-fashioned search method does not mean that it is useless.

After taking a sip of the cold coffee in the cup, the white FBI agent lifted his spirits, and once again focused on the surveillance video in front of him.

"found it!"

Unfortunately, at this time.

The colleague staring at the computer surveillance video suddenly exclaimed.

The white FBI agent followed the sound and saw a video of a figure moving stiffly on the computer screen in front of the other party.

Pause the screen of the surveillance video, zoom in on the figure in the video, and fix the blurred face.

FBI agents compared the list of photos of the missing persons, and quickly located one of the missing persons.

"George Bruce!"

……

"I didn't expect that it was the FBI who found the clues first?"

San Marino.

After confirming the investigation progress of both parties through the system panel, the expression on Zhao Yuan's face was somewhat surprised.

Although the surveillance video found by the FBI was deliberately produced by him through the [plot value], the two FBI agents discovered the hidden clues so smoothly, which made Amanda and others who were originally ahead of the investigation progress people, become backward.

"That won't do."

Aware of the deviation in the content of the script, Zhao Yuan shook his head.

Resolutely began to correct it through [plot value].

……

"Google rejected our request to remove the videos, and even did not agree to temporarily block the content of these videos for technical reasons. They claimed that all the videos played on YouTube have been strictly reviewed and legal..."

"Tell Google that we believe the content of these videos is dangerous and inappropriate."

In front of the laptop, agent Angela kept contacting the BSI headquarters, hoping to take the content of the video off the shelves.

However, YouTube's parent company, Google, flatly rejected the request.

For this reason, Angela kept asking, and finally persuaded the BSI headquarters to force Google to temporarily block this batch of dangerous videos through mandatory orders.

"Success."

Following the reply given by the BSI headquarters, Angela breathed a sigh of relief, and casually clicked on the video that the missing person had viewed on the website. Seeing the prompt that the video could not be played popped up on the screen, she finally felt relieved.

"This way, the curse of the video will not continue to spread."

Thinking back to what Spike said in George's bedroom earlier.

As an agent of BSI, although Angela had expected to encounter cases related to supernatural factors.

But when she really participated in it, she couldn't help being a little scared.

If, at that time, I watched Mary Xiao's soul-calling video, would the final result be the same as those of the missing persons?

In my mind, this idea kept echoing.

Angela recalled the title of the evocation video and looked at the laptop screen in front of her.

Miraculously, on the Google search page, I entered the two associated words of 'Mary Shaw's house'.

　Thank you Sirius for the 500 starting point coins reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)