"Murphy Stanton, guilty of criminal trespass to a private residence and negligent assault, sentenced to a fine of two hundred thousand dollars and twelve months in prison ..."

　　The side door of the state prison in Chino, California opened, and Murphy Stanton and his companion Ross stepped out of it, and the first moment he breathed free air, all he could think of was a year ago, perhaps the unluckiest born-again person in the world, coming to Los Angeles from the other side of the Pacific Ocean, and instead of seeing the fabled world of blossoms, he saw a great tragedy - -at that time, he had been arrested by the LAPD, faced several charges, and was eventually found guilty and spent nearly a year in jail at the California State Prison.

　　"What's on your mind?"

　　Walking out of the prison with Murphy was a typical Latino with a strong build, who raised a tattooed hand to pat Murphy on the shoulder and pointed to a car parked on the curb in front of him, saying, "Come on, the car that's picking us up is here."

　　The prison was far away from the city, and it wasn't an easy thing to get a ride, Murphy nodded and followed him to the car, the two men standing in front of the car immediately gave Ross a curt smile and pulled open the rear door for the two of them.

　　Murphy was not polite, and got into the car with Ross through the left and right doors respectively, and the car started and turned its head, heading for Los Angeles, fifty miles away.

　　The car was going fast, especially once it hit the freeway.

　　After this year in prison, Murphy's whole demeanor seemed a little tougher, and in a men's prison kind of place, a guy like him, who was still kind of good-looking, had to become tough enough if he wanted to keep his asshole and not pick up soap.

　　"What's next for you?"

　　The Latino asked as his gaze retracted from the car window and looked this way, "Murph, why don't you do it with me, I promise, dollars and pretty girls ..."

　　"Ross," Murphy interrupted, shaking his head, "Do you want me to go sell ****** and guns with you? I don't want to go back to prison."

　　This he said unapologetically, and with the bond the two had formed in prison side by side, there was no need to avoid it, Murphy exhaled long and said in an unmistakable tone of certainty, "Dollars I'll earn, pretty girls I'll want the prettiest movie star I can find, my future is in Hollywood!"

　　"Poor little guy ..." Ross raised his hand and slapped his shoulder again, "haven't you woken up from your dream yet? You've even had your house forcibly seized to offset the fine, so how are you going to make it in L.A.? Murph, there are tens of thousands of people like you who come to Hollywood every year to pursue their dreams, how many of them end up realizing them?"

　　Although he was once just a soon-to-be-graduate of an unimpressive film school on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Murphy at that time had also studied Hollywood as the center of the world's cinema, and knew that what Ross had said was not exaggerated at all, and was even quite optimistic, and that the actual situation was much more difficult than that.

　　Countless people came to Los Angeles, and how many of them ended up with fame and fortune? One in a thousand or one in a million?

　　Murphy is aware of how difficult this path is, the question is what is he going to do with his future if he doesn't take this path? Once he was just a student of the last-rate film school, and what he was good at was only movies, back in 1999 in Los Angeles, after another year of eating jail, not to choose the most familiar film industry, do you really want to go with Ross to sell ******?

　　However, what Ross said is also a very realistic problem.

　　Eyes turned to the window, Murphy looked at the rapidly regressing scenery, and everything that happened when he came to this world came back to the forefront.

　　Although he had already accepted the fact that he had come over here from the other side of the Pacific Ocean and turned into this twenty year old peer called Murphy Stanton, there was really no way to tell the depression in Murphy's heart ever since he came to this world, especially the change in his identity and language, which was driving him crazy in the beginning, and fusing the memories of the original owner was definitely not something pleasant, it was like another person's thoughts were shoved into his head. It was as if someone was churning through the brain matter with their hands, which was generally unpleasant.

　　The only thing worth celebrating, this year's time, Murphy basically solved the language as well as some problems in adaptation.

　　Shaking his head, which was somewhat swollen and sore as well as torn, Murphy couldn't help but sigh, his original self was bad enough, but now his situation is obviously even worse.

　　Fusion of memory, this is called Murphy Stanton's previous good sound is a freelance reporter, to put it bluntly is not a fixed occupation of the unemployed, rely on the streets to shoot some messy material sold to the local small television station to make a living, strapped and shabby is simply the best description of their own financial situation, and in addition, there is no skill, the only thing that can be taken advantage of because of the childhood in Los Angeles, grew up here, and know the terrain of the country, and the only way to get the job done. The only thing he could do well was to know the terrain and streets of Los Angeles well because he had grown up there, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to work in a job like this.

　　"Born in the slums of Los Angeles, parents met God in a car accident due to alcoholism ..."

　　Seeing that Ross next to him was also considering things, Murphy muttered to himself in his mind, taking stock of the glorious history of the former owner of this body, "Dropped out of public high school at the age of sixteen; worked as a lawnmower cutter for a month, the only thing I got was hay fever; worked as an auto mechanic, got fired for breaking a customer's car in the middle of repairs; went out on the streets of L.A. to try to sell drugs, was too gutsy and didn't make it; stole a manhole cover and airport fence netting, but luckily woke up in time and didn't get caught; ..."

　　"That's pretty fucked up for you."

　　Murphy repeated the most spoken words from his own language for another year, compared to now, the previous self was simply too lucky, before living on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, he was nothing more than an unimpressive film school student, about to face the fact that he would be unemployed upon graduation, but nowadays, how would he live on in the future?

　　Once that guy, undoubtedly is a money-minded stupid, Murphy admitted that he also see the money-minded, but definitely will not do that guy was sent to prison that stupid thing.

　　When he as a so-called free reporter, even accepted a private detective agency hired, not only to shoot the media mogul Samer Lei Shi Dong's personal privacy, but also broke into the other side of the private mansion, was caught in flagrante delicto, the chaos also missed a guest in Lei Shi Dong's mansion of the British director's head out of the question, the original payment of a certain amount of fines will be able to get out of the way, however, the Samer - Lei Shi Dong feel the face of the great loss of personal pressure to the Los Angeles Police Department, resulting in him being sent to prison. pressured the LAPD, resulting in him having to spend a year in jail.

　　A year in prison is definitely not that good, Murphy's body several scars are the best evidence, if not befriended Ross this ground, perhaps will be even more miserable, more importantly, came to this world the first year of precious time was completely wasted.

　　That unlucky guy was definitely a fool, obviously involved in a fight that wasn't something a small person like him could participate in, and became poor cannon fodder.

　　This was the price the original one, Murphy, had paid for his greed and growth, only to have him suffer the consequences.

　　Murphy also admitted that he was to blame for these experiences, and the British director he had injured was said to have been left with aftereffects and a bad head, but it was always hard to let go of his heart when his predecessor's mistakes made him pay the price.

　　Especially directly sent him to prison Samer Lei Shi Dong, Murphy remembers very clearly, due to the opposite direction of the California judicial system exerted great pressure, not only led to his own prison sentence, but also even in Los Angeles foothold in the house were forced to confiscate, in order to offset the fine.

　　Due to the prison inside never good experience, Murphy this nagging, but he knows very well, Samer Lei Shi Dong is no compromise a dragon, absolutely not now can provoke their own, like such a giant, if it is a sword-wielding dragonslayer warrior standing in front of, perhaps will look down on a glance, replaced by him such as a tramp with bare hands, the other party is afraid that even look at it will not look at it.

　　If Murphy a year ago was still a student and somewhat naive, then this year of prison life was enough for him to understand how realistic and cold this world really was.

　　For a small person like him, even the most basic survival was not an easy task.

　　The car finally arrived in Los Angeles, did not stay in the suburbs, but instead directly into the city center, no matter what, Murphy has the memories of a native Los Angeles people, coupled with this year's personal experience, for the greater Los Angeles area has some understanding of the situation, with the majority of places in this country, the center of the city on behalf of the city is not prosperous, but instead is synonymous with the slums.

　　If Murphy were to make an evaluation himself, then this country is definitely a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

　　"Murphy, are you really not considering my suggestion?"

　　Next to him, Ross spoke up once again, sometimes friendships formed in prison tend to be relatively strong, "Hollywood isn't what you think it is, and it's hard for people like us to find work."

　　Any circle that wants to climb to a relatively upper position is not an easy thing, Hollywood is only Murphy's long term goal, his immediate goal is actually only one, that is how can he survive in this country.

　　To put it simply, it is to earn money to support himself.

　　Right now, he was so penniless that he wasn't even sure how he was going to eat his next meal.

　　"No need, Ross." Murphy didn't want to waste his time by going to prison once again and still shook his head, "If I really can't mix anymore, I will definitely go to join you."

　　Selling ****** and arms this career, Murphy did not think it was suitable for him.

　　"Turn right ... ahead."

　　Recalling the road here, Murphy reminded the driver, "I'll get off at the three-way intersection ahead."

　　The guy's house had been confiscated, but a studio that served as a freelance journalist was a simple remodel of his aunt's apartment far away in England, which could also serve as a place to live.

　　The car stopped beside the three-way intersection, and Murphy grabbed his own bag and just wanted to get off, but was pulled back by Ross, who pointed to the guy sitting on top of the passenger side and said in a commanding tone, "Take out your cell phone and wallet.UU Watch www.uukanshu.net "

　　The person on the passenger side hesitated for a moment, but still took out a Nokia cell phone and a black wallet, Ross took it and threw the cell phone to Murphy first, then opened the wallet and rummaged through it, handing over all the more than two hundred dollars inside.

　　If it was in the past, Murphy would never accept it, but in front of the heavy reality, there wasn't much of a choice, he just hesitated a little and put away both the money and the cell phone, nodded to Ross first, and said to the person on the passenger side, "Thanks, man, I'll give it back to you as soon as I can."

　　Murphy opened the door, got out of the car, and turned to look at Ross inside, who was already sitting close to this side of the window, and said aloud, "If your Hollywood dreams don't come true, don't forget you still have me as a friend."

　　He lowered his voice slightly again, "If we join forces, we can surely rule the downtown ****** and underground gun market ..."

　　"Just wait!" Murphy stood on the curb, his body straight, his brown stubble brilliant in the sunlight, and returned with extreme confidence, "Ross, you'll soon see Murphy Stanton's name spread all over the United States."

　　Ross didn't believe any of that, "That must have been a nude picture of Samer Laystone East."

　　As the car slowly pulled away from the three-way intersection, Murphy's eyes left the rear end of the faraway car and looked around; the buildings appeared old, dilapidated and crowded, in what could be described as a typical slum.

　　Here, too, was where he would live and live.

　　Despite having grand ambitions, Murphy was clear that what he had to face now was not the illusory Hollywood, but how to survive.