In the interrogation room, Fletcher was mentally depressed, but his brain seemed much better than yesterday.
Entering the interrogation room, Mona took her laptop and sat on the chair opposite Fletcher, while Roan threw the folder on the table and stood next to the two.
"Good morning."
Seeing Mona's confused eyes, Luo An's eyelids twitched, pretending not to notice, then tilted his head and looked at Fletcher:
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"No thanks."
Fletcher, who had a stiff face, shook his head and asked after hearing Luo An's words:
"I told you everything yesterday, why are you still looking for me?"
"No, Fletcher, there are still many things you haven't told us clearly."
Seeing that Fletcher refused to drink their bitter coffee without knowing it, Luo An raised his eyebrows and then said:
"I need you to tell us all about your experiences after writing this script."
Fletcher's mental condition was not very good yesterday, and what he said was only a general outline. Luo An needed to know more details.
Not only is the devil lurking in the details, but so can the robbers in bank robberies.
"What?"
Hearing Luo An's words, Fletcher's scalp tightened and he shouted:
"How is this possible! How long ago it was! How can I remember what happened every day!"
"Not every day."
Luo An shook his head and crossed his hands on his chest.
He said that he knew that Fletcher's memory could not be so good, so Fletcher only needed to explain clearly who he met and what he did in the process of writing this story.
"This is simply impossible."
Fletcher still shook his head. Seeing this, Luo An lowered the corner of his mouth and said coldly:
"Fletcher, don't forget about the flour. I'm not forcing you. I'm helping you get the opportunity to request a reduced sentence in front of the judge."
Hearing Luo An's words, Fletcher was stunned for a moment. After being silent for a while, he sighed, finally raised his head and asked softly:
"I'll go over those things, but before that, could you get me a cup of coffee?"
"no problem!"
Hearing this, Luo An grinned, waved his hand to signal Mona not to move, turned and left the interrogation room, and poured Fletcher a cup of coffee himself.
"Thanks."
Seeing the coffee in front of him, Fletcher politely said thank you, and then...
"puff--"
A bitter feeling suddenly exploded on the tip of his tongue. Fletcher's eyes widened and he instantly spat out the coffee in his mouth.
"Refresh yourself."
Seeing Fletcher's flushed face for a moment, Luo An, who successfully avoided the entrance of coffee, smiled slightly, put the folder in front of Mona, and then turned on the tape recorder, indicating that Fletcher could start narrating.
Mona: "..."
Fletcher, who was several times more energetic than before, glared at Luo An fiercely, remained silent for a while, closed his eyes, and began to speak slowly:
"When I had the dream of spending the rest of my life as a wife, the first person I looked for was..."
Fletcher's unhurried narration sounded in the interrogation room. More than half an hour later, Luo An's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Go on."
Seeing that Fletcher was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, Luo An waved his hand for him to continue, and turned around and left the interrogation room.
"It's me, Lacey."
Lacey's voice on the other end of the phone was very helpless. After answering the call, she said:
"Luo An, now I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
When Luo An heard this, his brows suddenly twitched and he said:
"Let me tell you the bad news first."
"The bad news is, through Ryder's unique interrogation techniques, we learned something,"
In the two-story car repair shop manager's office, Lacey looked at the busy employees below and said speechlessly:
“It is true that the employees of this car repair shop will not take away the money left in the car by the car owner, but they have done everything else.
Including but not limited to stealing one or two cigarettes, eating one or two pieces of pizza... Of course, it also includes sneaking through other people's notebooks.
So all the employees in this car repair shop know the story recorded in Fred's notebook.
There was even a boy who came here part-time and said that the story was good and it would be even better if it could be made into a movie. "
"……All right."
When Luo An heard this, his face suddenly stiffened:
"What about the good news?"
"The good news is that I know about the two subsequent cases. Why was one of the robbers, Dilanno, planning to use Ji Nu to visit the locations without reading the script?"
Mona took the car repair records in the office, sighed and said:
"Because after Dilanno was released from prison, he also came here to repair his car, and then he got the idea when he chatted with the employees of this car repair shop."
"...This doesn't seem to be good news."
Luo An twitched the corner of his mouth, rubbed his eyebrows, and said after a while of silence:
"So we have no idea how many people heard this story from car wash employees, right?"
"Well, not really."
Lacey shook the car repair record in her hand:
"We can check the list of customers who have had their cars repaired here in the past two months."
"...That's fine, you can bring back the list."
After hanging up the phone, Luo An felt that not only his back hurt, but his head also hurt a little.
Re-entering the interrogation room, Luo An briefly told Fletcher about the matter, and then spread his hands while Mona frowned:
"Unfortunately, Mr. Fletcher, if nothing else happens, your story may not be turned into a script because too many people know about it.
I can't tell if anyone wrote this story into a script before you and then pitched it to a studio before you. "
After hearing what Luo An said, Fletcher, who was still very nervous, breathed a sigh of relief, then waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"It's okay, this can't happen. When this story was first written, I submitted it to Hollywood for registration.
If someone writes a script after me that is identical to this story, it will only be deemed plagiarism.
And to tell you the truth, as soon as I registered this story, a film company contacted me and wanted to buy the script.
But the asking price was only $500, which was too low, so I rejected it. "
"Has any film company contacted you yet?"
Luo An frowned even more when he heard the news.
How many people know this story? How many people know the specific details of this story?
However, the media outside have not yet written about this matter in the newspapers, indicating that they have not discovered this yet, which is barely good news.
After all, at this time, except for entertainment newspapers, the bosses of other newspapers in the New York area are very arrogant and do not focus on Hollywood most of the time.
For a moment, Mona frowned, and Luo An was full of MMP.
Taking a deep breath, Luo An suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked:
"What's the name of that movie company?"
"Hollywood Cotai Films."
Fletcher curled his lips disdainfully. He had never heard of this company.
Seeing Luo An's eyes, Mona nodded, with her fingers flying, she began to investigate the situation of this film company.
"OK."
Luo An stood there, changed his position, and just asked Fletcher a few words, Mona suddenly slapped the table:
"Luo An, come and see!"
"What's wrong?"
Hearing Mona's words, Luo An quickly came to her side.
Following Mona's direction, Luo An turned his attention to the laptop screen.
Inside was a photo of the boss of Sinarse Pictures, sitting and chatting with a man in a coffee shop.
(End of chapter)
