Wenjiu got lost on his first day of registration and was picked up by his senior to kill the club in the script.
She said that she was just making up the number, but she blurted out a line during the improvisation: "The rain by the window is like tears that I haven't shed."
The senior opposite closed the script and added lightly:
"The murderer you write about always stands by the window."
——That was the last sentence in the novel she sealed three years ago.
Wenjiu decided to stay in the Script Killing Club. For no other reason than to find out how much this person knows. But the closer she got, the more she realized that the senior named Xie Huai seemed to have been waiting for her to get closer.
Her game character's settings were changed, and the clue card in her pocket contained an unfinished letter. He compiled a complete chain of evidence for her and filled in every untenable timeline of hers. He even filled in the crossed out sentences in the first draft that she had long forgotten.
"Are you covering for me?"
"I'm helping you write the complete character."
When he said this, his tone was calm, but when Wen Jiu opened his revised manuscript, he discovered that for three years, he had picked out every "sweet" sentence written by Jiu Ge, and wrote a line of annotations next to it:
"The warm wine here must be crying."
This person is her biggest reader. She is also the only one who can recognize her through all the lies.
But she later learned that what he saw at the window that day was more than just the script. Her diary had been altered, and there was an extra person in the surveillance video. He made an alibi for her and told a lie that would take a lifetime to come true.
"I've been looking for you since I was a freshman in high school. The murderer you wrote about is always standing by the window - I want to tell you that you can come down now."
The suspense script is murder × two-way secret love × loss of vest. The man who stood by the window and refused to come down finally found someone who was willing to wait under the window sill for three years.
"Alternate four: I love you. You can also add this sentence if necessary."
The script killing has just begun. Don't leave.
Intention: Those tampered memories, the moment they are truly seen by others, are no longer an abyss, but become a step leading to tomorrow.