One, has he ever cheated on his wife?
Another one, plagiarism of work.
"The movie that you made Xie Erlan and Nangong Yi star in, which made them famous overnight, was plagiarized, right? We are allies now, so there is no need to hide this secret, right?"
so what?
The director didn't say anything, just kept staring at her, not putting down the wine in his hand.
"So I made a bold guess. You targeted Fu Zhitao not because you were attracted by her beauty, but because you were attracted by something else in her hand. That's why you came up with this plan."
The director widened his eyes and looked at Cen Yueyue in shock.
"The work you plagiarized was from Fu Zhitao, right?"
Cen Yueyue played with the cup, shook it a few times, with a smile on her lips.
"Then let's reconstruct what happened."
As she spoke, she tilted her head, and her eyes were bright and clear, looking very clean and pure.
"After you met Fu Zhitao, Fu Zhitao showed you a work and asked you to direct it. Then you were amazed and wanted to get the script because you knew that you could definitely make it a big hit."
The director lowered his head, grabbed the wine in the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"This is the root of all this tragedy. Because Fu Zhitao didn't give it to you, you tried every possible way to get the script, but to no avail, you staged this drama with Xie Erlan just to force her to give it to you."
If I had given it at that time, would the result be different?
The fact has already happened, and it is meaningless to say so.
"Later, Fu Zhitao committed suicide. As a good friend of Fu Zhitao, you went to her room, swapped her sleeping pills under the pretext of looking for her, and took the script and gave it to the director, right?"
Xie Erlan was also shocked, she even found it a little unbelievable.
"How do you know that?"
Cen Yueyue smiled.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not the murderer. How do I know this? It's because it's simple. Ah, I'm not used to not having my phone with me."
She shrugged.
"I have a good friend who I follow on a certain blog. She wrote a story that is exactly the same as the work you filmed. The last time I contacted her was a month before Fu Zhitao died."
As she spoke, Cen Yueyue raised her head.
"Then we got in touch, and then, until I saw the work you guys shot, I saw that the screenwriter's name was someone else."
She smiled and said,
"Otherwise, do you think I am a god? I can see into people's hearts at once and know so many things."
The director also sneered.
"No wonder you know this."
Yes, Cen Yueyue was leaning against the sofa, lying comfortably.
"So after I learned about your conspiracy against Zhitao, I connected the two events together, and then it suddenly dawned on me, oh, this is the real reason."
To mix in that circle, simple human desires are not very difficult to control. What really makes people unable to control and unable to let go are success, fame, and fortune, and countless applause and glory.
That's why the director would do anything to get the script.
Facts have proved that he really has a good vision, and this work made him famous.
"Don't worry, we are in the same boat. I just want to find an answer to the mystery."
She said casually.
"I once wanted to find the netizen who sent the message. I wanted to ask if she was okay and what you did to her. Later I realized... it was unnecessary."
Cen Yueyue said this with a self-deprecating smile.
[Fuck, there is something hidden in this matter. No wonder she asked such a question abruptly at that time. 】
How can I imagine a tragic story in which she was looking for a missing netizen, suspected that the netizen was murdered, and then came here alone just to get an answer? 】
[Wake up, she killed Zou Yunshu! 】
[But she has always been thinking about the netizen who sent the message. Doesn't it also say that she is actually kind? 】
[People are not simply divided into good and bad. People are complicated. We cannot erase her goodness just because she killed someone, nor can we cover up the fact that she killed someone just because of her goodness. 】
[If Fu Zhitao had revealed her identity to Miss Bubble Gum and asked her for help, with Miss Bubble Gum's intelligence, would the tragedy have been changed? 】
[But there are no ifs in this world. Netizens are always netizens. How could Fu Zhitao tell her all this? 】
[Netizens, I have found the person who stopped updating. I found him from Miss Bubble Gum’s Weibo, and it turns out he really exists! 】
[Oh my God, I saw it too, it's exactly the same, she updates a small section every day, and the outline of the story is exactly the same as the movie, she is really original! 】
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