People in the US variety show, the genius doctor is fierce

Chapter 95 BGM: Be serious! This is a tragedy, not justice!
Sean felt heavy-hearted as he listened to the screams coming from the morgue.

He really wanted to rush in and save people.

But he also knew that his strength was low.

With attributes that are barely close to the limits of human beings, how can one risk confronting such extremely dangerous supernatural powers?
Not to mention that saving people and preventing crime are two completely different levels of difficulty.

Didn’t you see that he was forced by the witch to the point that he didn’t even dare to go home?
You have to recognize the real dish.

You absolutely cannot be a bad player and still like to play.

That would be fatal!

This is not only for himself, but also for his family!

Tired of logging!
No matter what, in the world of American variety shows, this is the most upright and correct thing to do!
strength!

To be in the American variety show, you must have strength!
Sean thought with a heavy expression, shouting wildly in his heart, his fists clenched tightly, and his whole body was filled with emotional tension.

If he had absolute strength now, he would rush in without hesitation no matter what bailiff Nick said.

It’s definitely not as cowardly as it is now!

"Control your facial expressions! If you can't do it like me, take some time out one day to sign up for a class to learn how to manage your facial expressions. The night court will reimburse you for the fees."

Bailiff Nick listened to the screams inside, his face remained expressionless and unmoved. He even had the mood to remind Sean not to "take it too seriously."

Sean quickly took out the scalpel, facing the smooth blade, looked at his face, and found that he indeed did not have enough control. He pinched his face and tried several classic expressions.

I found that there was indeed a gap between what I thought in my heart and what I showed.

It gives people a feeling of exaggeration and fake acting.

This is not good.

Of course, this can't be entirely blamed on Sean.

The main reason was that he tried very hard, but the funny scalpel No. 3 in the system space started to make trouble again, and kept playing the kind of exciting justice explosion type BGM in his mind, which was so annoying... It really made him schizophrenic.

In such an unfavorable situation, being able to be just a little bit exaggerated is already good enough.

"I'll buy some self-cultivation books for actors later, and then find time to sign up for a class."

Although there were reasons, Sean still faced up to his shortcomings and expressed his willingness to accept suggestions very seriously.

He is now a bailiff at night court.

Although I'm a part-time rookie, once I put on this uniform, I represent the image of the bailiff and the night court. Every move, every word, every cry and every smile must be just right.

Looking at the expressionless face of bailiff Nick, Sean couldn't help but ask curiously: "What if you really don't have the talent? You can't learn it no matter how hard you try. Can you wear a mask?

I know that you can’t wear full face coverings in America.

I'm talking about the kind of mask like Batman's that shows the white chin so that people can tell the skin color at a glance.

Just cover most of your face and keep your emotions hidden."

"We are not perverted criminals like Batman!" Bailiff Nick reminded again with an expressionless face.

“We are bailiffs who represent justice and law!

You need to be upright and not wear a mask and hide yourself like a clown!"

"You're right!" Sean looked at his classic Batman face, talking about Batman being a perverted criminal and the Joker. He couldn't control his emotions again and his mouth curled up.

Can't really blame him.

He has worked hard.

But it's really funny.

Seeing Bailiff Nick staring at him, Sean could only cover his mouth to control his expression, and then seriously changed the subject: "What do you usually do during the day?" Bailiff Nick was not disgusted by Sean's forced change of subject, which was like "Have you eaten?", and calmly said: "I like reading."

"Really?" Sean asked curiously, "Do you like reading Nora Bean's series of novels?"

Bailiff Nick suddenly fell silent.

Sean immediately understood and talked about his knowledge of Nora Bing: "At first, I just heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't really read it.

But after coming to New York not long ago, I happened to meet Nora Bean's biological son. After his introduction, I suddenly became interested in her series of books.

So I read it.

I have to say that the rich details, delicate writing, and occasionally vulgar classic lines, each with its own unique style, bring the characters to life.

Especially the psychological description of the female characters, the shame, struggle, impulse, regret, initiative... it's simply amazing and doesn't seem like pure imagination.

I heard that Nora Bean particularly likes to travel around the world, and was arrested in London for her love of eating Kung Pao Chicken afterwards. Most likely, she experienced it personally.

Of course, art is based on reality and transcends reality. Her books are definitely full of wild imagination and many wonderful ideas.

It is impossible to achieve this with her physical fitness, so it must be imagination, but it is very meaningful for practical guidance..."

Bailiff Nick listened to Sean's introduction to the book with a blank expression on his face.

Meanwhile, in the morgue, the last survivor of the Beta Brotherhood's initiation trial, who had not yet completely gotten rid of his fear, heard someone outside ignoring the horror they were experiencing in the morgue and talking about their impressions of Nora Bean's novel. He found it ridiculous, like a nightmare!
You two bastards outside, are you serious about talking about this at this time?

Even the way I used to like Nora Bean's novels, I now hate them as much.

How he wished this was just a nightmare!
But the severe pain all over his body and the overly clear and horrifying images told him that dreams could not be so real.

"Help! God help!"

He cried and banged hard on the closed door of the morgue.

"I think slogans like praying to God are a big flaw in Nora Bean's novel series." Sean couldn't help but complain when he heard the name of God.

"That's because it's used too much! But this is not Nora Bing's problem, but a problem of the overall environment.

Whether in novels or movies and TV shows, the heroines pray to God too frequently.

You told me that God only likes to watch and will not respond to any of His followers.

Not to mention salvation.

The Bible says that God sees humans as lambs.

From wool to skin, from milk to meat, from bones to dung, the entire life of a sheep is the property of the shepherd and provides value to Him.

I think it will become a trend to use yes (agree) or yeah (agree) as interjections in novels, movies and TV shows in the future.

After all, this can avoid many unnecessary disputes in advance.

We are bailiffs, so this kind of legal knowledge should also fall within our professional scope, right?"

"You are right." Bailiff Nick responded and looked towards the morgue.

Sean also noticed that there was no movement and his expression became serious.

Suddenly, the tightly closed door of the morgue was violently pushed open, and a figure covered in blood walked out, showing a ferocious face to Sean and the others.

"Night Court Bailiffs! Stay still! Put your hands up, you are surrounded!"

However, the figure that came out had already entered a violent state. Of course, he would not listen to the bailiff Nick's shouts and rushed directly towards them.

With his mouth open, Sean could even see some discordant things, and there were some weird thoughts in his mind.

"No wonder Nora Bean was arrested by the London police for liking to eat Kung Pao Chicken. This is really unbelievable."

(End of this chapter)