On Saturday morning, the Burbank Hotel hung a massive poster at its entrance early on.
On the poster, Martin was covered in blood, clutching a baby in one arm, and holding a baseball bat smeared with bits of flesh and bone in the other, accompanied by a scarred German Shepherd by his side.
A large number of entertainment reporters continually took photos of the poster.
A short red carpet was laid out at the entrance where fans and media representatives gradually entered upon presenting their invitations.
Semi-paparazzi like Jody didn't manage to get a ticket.
More and more fans arrived, many of whom didn't want to go straight in, preferring to wait on either side of the red carpet, holding posters of Martin Davis.
Having struggled in Los Angeles for two years, Jody had seen many instances like this, where a movie's success completely changed the fate of its lead actor.
Suddenly, a strange girl approached from the side.
She was quite tall, her skin so pale it reflected light.
