Screenwriter Mystery

"...Fu**you, you bitch..."

"Don't you have any brains? Are you all pretending to be...?! You idiot, you know how much effort I have put in to get you to go to that **** school, and it turns out that you stupid Bi Chi, you actually seduce a man shamelessly for me, do you know how old that **** is, he's old enough to be your grandfather..."

"Don't worry about it, you bitch!"

"Little Bichi, you know who you are talking to!"

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"...Give me a little more time, I'll get the money ready right away, it's impossible, how can I run away..."

"Hurry up and pack things up, **** it, I suspect...the problem has been found."

"Fake, Fake, why can't you just do your job and find a normal job, why should I be with a rotten person like you!"

…

"Wow wow wow..."

"...You Bichi, don't hurry up and shut up the little bastard!"

"I'm not going to give birth to this little bastard, trash..."

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The screenwriter is realistic, the power to evolve the world is in his own hands, even Zhao Yuan, who has always kept calm, couldn't help but be a little emotional.

Desperately want to try to see what functions are left after the system is repaired.

However, I haven't come to Zhao Yuan to do anything yet.

All kinds of clamor and scolding coming from around the apartment made his originally excited emotions suddenly detached.

The apartment where Zhao Yuan lives is located in the Chinese district street in Compton, Los Angeles.

Although it is called the Chinese district, in fact, in the past few years, with the massive immigration of Africans, the population structure of the whole district has undergone tremendous changes.

More than half of the African-American immigrants brought about the high crime rate in Compton.

Take Zhao Yuan's neighborhood as an example. So far, he has witnessed robberies and violent incidents in the neighborhood more than once.

For Compton, the so-called police are just a decoration at most.

The deterrent effect it can produce is not even as effective as a pistol.

If it weren't for the real embarrassment of life, Zhao Yuan wouldn't take the risk of having multiple holes in his body at any time to rent a low-cost apartment here.

A more terrifying threat than death is poverty.

bang-

bump!

The loud door closing sound in his ears brought Zhao Yuan's thoughts back to reality, followed by a series of dense and hasty footsteps.

He put his eyes on the window facing the street. Through the blurred glass, he could see a pair of men and women with suitcases hurriedly running towards an old used car parked on the street.

Raised his eyebrows, for the couple who appeared on the block to 'escape'.

Zhao Yuan is no stranger, and of course he is not too familiar with each other. The only connection between them is the mockery of their skin color when they met in the corridor of the apartment.

Even if the two of them are not actually American.

The man's name is Anthony, an illegal immigrant smuggled from Mexico, while the woman is a mixture of black and Latin, and she's an ugly one.

However, no matter what the reality is, once they meet Zhao Yuan, an Asian race of obvious different skin color, the two seem to become genuine Americans and become extremely superior.

It's a pity, judging from the backs of the two fleeing at the moment.

Apparently these senses of superiority do nothing to help them.

If before the past, the 'escape' scene of the desperate mandarin ducks had nothing to do with Zhao Yuan.

After all, as far as the Compton district where he lives is concerned, there are similar dramas going on every day.

The more special part of the scene in front of him is that it is closer to him at best, and the target of the escape had had a little festival with him.

"Wait a minute, this might be a..."

"Chance!"

However, when his eyes fell on the panicked couple, a strange light flashed in Zhao Yuan's eyes.

Before, he was still thinking about experiments with broken systems.

Right now, there is a perfect opportunity.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan did not hesitate, and immediately turned his attention back to the data panel in front of him, ignoring the cracks that spread throughout the entire system, and immediately activated the [Script Evolution] function.

Start writing the theme of your first script.

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Things are urgent, Zhao Yuan did not write a too complicated script.

In the current situation, a too complicated plot structure design will only make everything counterproductive.

Especially when he is not familiar with the function of the system [Script Evolution], a simple script story can better help him grasp the function of the system.

and…

He looked away from the script he was writing and landed on the 403 [plot value] at the top of the data panel.

Zhao Yuan is also unable to judge whether the [plot value] of 403 is more or less for the script he is currently creating.

Because there is no specific reference, he can only delete the script content as much as possible.

Fortunately, having had the "creative" experience of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" before, Zhao Yuan already had some experience with this method of reducing filming funds by adapting the script.

Under the deletion and deletion, a general story framework appeared in the system. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Script 1: "Circulation"

Plot synopsis: The chaotic neighborhood of Compton, Los Angeles, where gang activity was shattered about a decade ago, murders, guns, drugs, and poverty persist.

Residents living here suffer from poverty and crime every day.

And poverty not only promotes evil, but some deeper dark forces seem to grow and spread along with evil...

It looks inconspicuous, but it hides a crisis.

One day, a couple living in a cheap apartment in the Compton neighborhood were packing their luggage in a panic. Judging from the terrified conversation and quarrel between the two, it was obvious that they were not planning to go on a trip.

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Give full play to your own advantages and create the script at a very fast speed.

Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the simple short film script he named "Circulation" in the system.

His eyes swept to the pair of figures outside the window who hurriedly threw their luggage into the car.

Without much hesitation, he faced the system and confirmed the [Generate] button under [Script Evolution].

"…"

With the confirmation of the script, Zhao Yuan noticed that the interface of the system data panel was slightly stagnant, and the whole situation was very similar to the computer card machine he had encountered.

And just when Zhao Yuan thought that the hard-to-repair system in front of him was about to crash again, he was extremely anxious.

The panel where the system was stagnant finally changed again. Under the cracked [Script Evolution] page, a few lines of text and boxes began to emerge.

"Ding! Please put in...materials that match...the plot, and...the corresponding [plot value] to generate...the script!"

"Material?!"