The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

The silver-haired little girl from the Film tribe opened her eyes drowsily. She got out of bed, put on her cotton slippers, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The villa is heated everywhere. As for energy consumption...the large Originium power generation unit underground was removed from the land-based ship.

If they can drive a huge vehicle that can accommodate thousands of people, how much more can they carry a mere villa?

Rosemary, this is my name.

While washing up, the girl glanced at the small note next to the mirror, [Get up, and go to the living room to have breakfast. The diary is in the drawer next to the bed, I need to finish reading it.]

There is a serious loss of memory and many impairments in emotional function.

But fortunately, she still remembered some common sense.

Quill got up and made breakfast before going to work, a cup of hot milk and a ham sandwich.

"Bed, drawers..." Rosemary finished her breakfast and returned to her room.

She opened the drawer and found only a thick notebook inside.

It looks brand new, as if it has only been used for a short time.

Rosemary opened the notebook and saw that it was filled with dense writing starting from the first page.

*

first day.

My name is Rosemary.

The white, cold adult is Akado.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

I looked at a lot of pictures and talked a lot today.

the next day.

My name is Rosemary.

I saw a lot of pictures yesterday but I can't remember them all.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

Accardo is the "teacher".

I looked at a lot of pictures and talked a lot today.

Day three.

My name is Rosemary.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

Teacher Accardo said that I would keep forgetting a lot of things.

But I didn't forget him.

Teachers are special.

I looked at a lot of pictures and talked a lot today.

Fourth day.

My name is Rosemary. My teacher said that in the myths of the past, there was a magical plant called "Rosemary" that could make people who could not face their memories finally become brave.

He said, I don't need to face this memory, because it has nothing to do with courage. But I seem to like the name Rosemary very much.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

The teacher took me to a small white room where there were a lot of strange things.

The teacher said I was supposed to feel fear and hatred.

But I felt nothing.

......

I looked at a lot of pictures and talked a lot.

The teacher said this is "learning".

......

ninth day.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

The teacher asked me if I still remembered my brothers.

Brother? Is that my family?

I looked through a book called "Family and Happiness" and defined it from an objective perspective. My family only consists of my teacher and Miss Quill Pen.

tenth day.

The gentle adult is Quill (La Fiela).

Today the teacher gave me a mobile terminal and taught me how to use it.

This terminal makes it easy to input text, voice, and even record videos.

The teacher said that I could use it to record things more conveniently in the future.

I like it.

The diary ends here, and the rest is filled with vigorous and powerful strokes, which are obviously not Rosemary's masterpiece.

It was written by Accardo himself and some printed photos were pasted on it.

He described in detail all the functions, usage, maintenance and emergency repair methods of the terminal.

On the last page of her diary, she wrote [I put my mobile device next to my bed to charge at night].

Rosemary looked at her bedside table, where a small black rectangular metal object was quietly reflecting a young and ignorant face.

She raised her mobile terminal and muttered to herself.

"My name is... Rosemary."

(Prts kindly reminds you: Throwing recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, blades, or rewarding, making reasonable comments and other series of actions to this book can effectively increase the update rate of this book.)

(There will be more updates tonight, and more updates tomorrow. Stay tuned.)

End of volume remarks

It’s 2023 now, and even the third volume of this book has been completed.

For this volume, I achieved a big drop in subscriptions.

Because I just posted a sentence "Due to review reasons, Quill Pen cannot directly upgrade the emotional status in the main text." Most people didn't understand the hint and lost half of their subscriptions.

Oh, maybe a lot of it.

I almost couldn't hold on. To be honest, every time I saw the subscription numbers suddenly decline, I wanted to stop reading on the spot.

But thinking that there are still a group of people reading it, I decided to continue writing.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I don't have anything good to give away, and I'm too lazy to give out red envelopes. Maybe in early February, I'll open a full subscription group for the new book, and roll for a 1000 yuan prize in it as a token of celebration.

In addition, probably next week, I will offer another unlimited bounty (I am almost paying off the bounty from December last year), and then start to update the game diligently.

Because the epidemic has had a great impact on me, my physical fitness has dropped faster than my subscription (it has improved a lot recently). Anyway, everyone can use any tricks, I can eat them all - mainly because I am afraid that one day I will be admitted to the ICU and can't even afford the hospitalization fee. My physical fitness is too poor.

115. Please don’t direct anymore!

The fragmented light penetrated through the mottled glass, and annihilated the black and white piano keys with a song and dance of youth. The piano had a sense of passing time, like an old black coffee cup, clear and cold, yet full of prosperity. The sky outside the window was gray and dull, with rusty iron windows that could not be cleaned, leaking turbid white clouds and sparse snow.

The street outside the French window was shrouded in fog. The pale yellow sunlight occasionally showed up, then quickly disappeared.

The halo was shattered among the slightly curly hair, with a hint of shiny black color.

The black Luper girl was casually stirring the coffee cup with a small silver spoon.

The brown-black liquid is added with milk and sugar, and it has a hint of sweetness in its bitterness.

In the coffee shop, some single men always looked at Texas vaguely. I don't know if it was because the heater was on for too long, or because I was distracted, but my ears and cheeks felt slightly hot, like the coffee just served on the table. After taking a sip, a stream of heat flowed down my throat and into my lungs, and my heart beat faster and faster.

Texas has dressed up seriously today, wearing fashionable and avant-garde clothes. Even the hair on his tail has been carefully combed several times, making it fluffy and soft.

It's not that I'm dating a boyfriend.

But...

The door of the coffee shop opened and closed, and a young lady in a red coat and a cape came in. At this moment, even the air began to heat up.

She plopped down across from Texas. "Oh, you're dressed so formally? You look pretty dressed. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Tsk," Texas said coldly, not liking her joke.

"Okay, okay, let's make it short," Nian nervously handed over a piece of white paper, "The filming starts tonight, and this is your line."

Texas weighed the printed paper in his hand. There was a lot of stuff on it, but he only had a few words to say.

"That's all?" she was surprised.

Nian woke her up last night and begged her to play the leading role in his movie.

After being promised a lot of benefits, Texas reluctantly agreed.

I spent three hours getting dressed before going out, only to find out that my role was just...

She has a lot of scenes, but she is silent most of the time, and all her lines add up to no more than 40 words.

The camera requirements are all: sharp moves, exaggerated actions, and fierce eyes.

OK, so this is a martial arts drama, which is pretty good, and happens to be what I am good at. Texas nodded, "Can you show me your script?"

"Of course," Miss Nian did not dare to neglect the heroine whom she had invited with great difficulty, so she took out a thick stack of manuscript paper and placed it on the table.

She even had the good sense to use the local Colombian script, which happens to be one of the languages ​​Texas speaks best.

“…” Texas flipped through the script, his pupils trembling violently.

Is this...a plot that a carbon-based creature could come up with? !

The story takes place in the year 1090 of the Terra calendar at the Polytechnic University of Tremont in Colombia. A group of college students who dream of becoming movie stars gave up their studies and resolutely entered the entertainment industry. When they first entered the film industry, they naturally needed the guidance of famous teachers. A young and handsome talented director who had just graduated from the Master's School of Film and Television in Santa Sophie, Colombia, appreciated their ideals and set up a full-time training class outside the school.

There are 17 students in the class, including 8 boys and 9 girls, with different family backgrounds, upbringings and personalities: some students come from well-off families with luxurious garden villas and sports cars; some students are children of ordinary working class; some students come from cities in backward areas; and some students are problem children from single-parent families...

Being an actor is a relatively passive profession, and often requires meeting crews and promoting oneself. Students studying acting will inevitably have more and earlier contact with society than students of ordinary majors. There are many temptations in the city, and the film and television industry is also complicated. Their youthful beauty has also attracted the attention of all kinds of people. The teacher and his students have been frustrated, sad, and even in great pain in the four-year journey, but they have to move forward on this journey of youth with tears in their eyes! They are determined to break into the entertainment industry and make a difference...

But the reality is always cruel. Once the movies shot by the actors are released, they become an instant hit on the entire Internet, affecting the interests of many big directors. Killers and mercenaries then come in groups to hunt them down, wanting to kill these young people before they become famous.

It's ridiculous, but it seems to make some sense.

In short, 17 young people who used to study science and engineering and are now studying drill, spoke some childish and nonsensical lines, posed in such awkward ways that people wanted to hold their heads and scream, and then picked up swords, bows and crossbows, and skillfully and neatly engaged in a desperate fight with the enemies.

Texas, as the squad leader, used the fighting skills she learned from a movie she had taken over before, and eventually made it through all the levels, defeated many elites in a row, and then killed the villain director who was the mastermind behind the scenes.

And then the story ended, and Texas closed the script with a blank expression.

Ha, the corners of her mouth trembled a little. If this kind of movie was really released, she would be ruined!

And...what kind of movie could teach her real fighting skills? !

Texas, with a lot of complaints, looked at Miss Nian with a blank look.

The other party coughed twice and said, "Well, the movie you set in the plot is a knight-errant drama I filmed in Yan Country before."

"what is it call?"

"'I prefer the two characters of pillow and surprise'."

Texas took out the communication terminal and checked the box office and reviews.

She took a deep breath and said sincerely, "I think our movie has a fatal flaw, but I happen to have a plan to improve it."

"Please teach me, sir!" Nian respectfully handed over a piece of vanilla biscuit, which the waiter had just brought.

Texas put his hand on the script, his expression growing gloomier.

She said it softly, as if telling some great secret.

Nian could not help but sit up straight and listen attentively.