Chapter 105 Amazing discovery!

  In the interrogation room, Fletcher was depressed, but it seemed that his mind was much better than yesterday.

   Walking into the interrogation room, Mona took a laptop and sat on the chair opposite Fletcher, while Roan threw the folder on the table and stood beside the two.

"Good morning."

  Seeing Mona's suspicious eyes, Roan's eyelids twitched, pretending not to see it, and then tilting his head to look at Fletcher:

   "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No thanks."

  Fletcher, with a stiff face, shook his head, heard Roan's words, and asked:

   "I told you all about what happened yesterday, why are you looking for me?"

   "No, Fletcher, you still haven't explained a lot to us."

  Seeing that Fletcher refused to drink their bitter coffee without knowing it, Roan frowned, and then said:

   "I need you to tell us all your experiences after writing this script."

  Fletcher's mental condition was not very good yesterday, and what he said was just an overview. Roan needs to know more details.

   Not only is the devil hiding in the details, but the bank robbers likely are too.

   "What?"

  Hearing Roan's words, Fletcher's scalp tightened, and he shouted:

   "How is this possible! How long ago was that! How can I remember what happened every day!"

   "Not every day."

  Roan shook his head and folded his hands on his chest.

   said that he knew that Fletcher's memory could not be so good, so Fletcher only needs to explain who he met and what he did in the process of writing this story.

   "It's simply not possible."

  Fletcher still shook his head. Seeing this, Roan hooked the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice:

   "Fletcher, don't forget about the flour. I'm not forcing you, but I'm helping you get the chance to ask for a reduced sentence in front of the judge."

  Hearing what Roan said, Fletcher was taken aback for a moment. After a long silence, he sighed, finally raised his head, and asked in a low voice:

   "I will carefully recall those things, but before that, can I have a cup of coffee?"

"no problem!"

  Hearing this, Roan grinned, waved his hand to signal Mona not to move, turned and left the interrogation room, and poured a cup of coffee for Fletcher himself.

"Thanks."

   Seeing the coffee in front of him, Fletcher politely said thank you, and then...

   "Poof—"

  The bitter feeling suddenly exploded on the tip of the tongue, Fletcher stared, and instantly spit out the coffee in his mouth.

   "Spirited up."

  Seeing Fletcher's flushed face for a moment, Roan, who managed to avoid the entrance of coffee, smiled slightly, put the folder in front of Mona, and then turned on the recorder, indicating that Fletcher can start narrating.

  Mona: "…"

  Fletcher, who was several times more energetic than before, gave Roan a hard look, fell silent for a while, closed his eyes, and began to speak slowly:

   "When I had the opportunity to live out my wife's dream for the rest of my life, the first person I went to was..."

  Fletcher's unhurried narration sounded in the interrogation room. More than half an hour later, Roan's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Go on."

  Seeing that Fletcher was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, Roan waved his hand to signal him to continue, and he turned and left the interrogation room.

   "It's me, Lacey."

  Lacey on the other end of the phone had a helpless voice, and after answering the phone, she said:

   "Roan, now I have a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

  Luo An frowned when he heard the words, and said:

   "Let's start with the bad news."

   "The bad news is, after Ryder's unique interrogation techniques, we've learned something,"

  In the manager's office of the car repair shop with two floors, Lacey looked at the busy employees below and said very speechlessly:

   "The employees of this car repair shop, it is true that they will not take the money that the owner left in the car, 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 secretly looking at 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 to work 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 froze:

   "What about the good news?"

   "The good news is that I know about the latter two cases. Why did Dilano, one of the robbers, plan to use a reporter to scout the spot without reading the script."

  Mona took the car repair records in the office, sighed and said:

   "Because Dilano also came here to repair cars after he was released from prison, and then he got the idea when he chatted with the employees of this car repair shop."

   “…this doesn’t seem like good news.”

  Ro An’s mouth twitched, rubbed the center of his brows, and said after a long silence:

   "So we don't really know how many people have heard this story from the employees of the car wash, right?"

   "Um, not really."

   Lacey shook the car repair record in her hand:

   "We can check the list of customers who have repaired cars here in the past two months."

   "...Alright, you can bring back the list."

   Hanging up the phone, Roan felt not only a pain in the back, but also a little pain in the head.

   Re-entering the interrogation room, Roan briefly told Fletcher about the matter, and then spread his hands under Mona's frowning:

   "Unfortunately, Mr. Fletcher, if there are no accidents, your story may not be able to be made into a script, because too many people know it.

  I can't tell if anyone else wrote this story before you and pitched it to a studio before you did. "

  After listening to Roan's words, Fletcher, who was still very nervous, was relieved immediately, then waved his hand, and said nonchalantly:

   "It's okay, it can't happen. When this story was first written, I registered this story with Hollywood.

   Someone after me who writes a screenplay identical to this story will only be flagged as plagiarism.

   And to be honest with you, as soon as I registered the story, I was contacted by a film company who wanted to buy the script.

   But the asking price was only $500, which was too low, so I rejected it. "

   "Has the film company contacted you?"

  Hearing the news, Roan frowned even more.

  How many people know this story? How many people know the specific details of this story?

  However, the outside media haven't written about this matter in the newspapers, indicating that they haven't discovered this yet, which is barely good news.

  After all, at this point in time, apart from the entertainment newspapers, the elders of other newspapers in the New York area are very arrogant, and most of the time they will not focus on Hollywood.

  For a moment, Mona frowned, and Roan was full of MMP.

   Taking a deep breath, Roan suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and asked:

   "What's the name of that movie company?"

   "Hollywood Cotai Pictures."

   Fletcher curled his lips in disdain, he had never heard of this company.

   Seeing Roan's eyes, Mona nodded, fingers fluttering, and began to investigate the situation of the film company.

   "OK."

  Roan stood where he was, changed his posture, and just asked Fletcher a few words, Mona suddenly slapped the table:

   "Roan, come and see!"

"What's wrong?"

  Hearing what Mona said, Roan hurried to her side.

  Following Mona's pointing, Roan turned his gaze to the laptop screen.

   Inside is a photo of the boss of Jinguang Pictures sitting and chatting with a man in a coffee shop.

  (end of this chapter)