screenwriter mystery

Chapter 5 First Evolution 【Recommendation】

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

"Don't you have any brains? Are you pretending to be...?! You idiot, you know how much effort I have made to get you to go to that damn school, and you stupid Bichi, you shamelessly seduced a man for me, do you know how old that bastard is, he is old enough to be your grandfather..."

"Leave me alone, you bitch!"

"Little Bichi, you know who you're talking to!"

……

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

"Hurry up and install things, damn it, I suspect...the problem has been found."

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

……

"Wow wow wow..."

"...You bitch, why don't you hurry up and shut up the little bastard!"

"I didn't want to give birth to this little bastard, trash..."

……

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

I am eager to try to see what functions are left after the system is repaired.

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

All kinds of noise and curses coming from around the apartment made his originally excited emotions suddenly withdrawn.

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

Although it is called a Chinese district, in fact, in the past few years, with the large-scale immigration of African Americans, the demographic structure of the entire neighborhood has undergone a huge change.

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 nearby more than once.

For Compton, the so-called police is at best just a display.

The deterrent effect that can be produced is not even as effective as a pistol.

If it wasn't for the fact that life was difficult, Zhao Yuan wouldn't have rented a cheap apartment here at the risk of having many holes in his body at any time.

There is only one threat worse than death, poverty.

bang-

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

He set his gaze on the window facing the street. Through the blurred glass, he could see a pair of men and women with suitcases running towards a second-hand old car parked on the street in a hurry.

I raised my eyebrows, for the couple who appeared on the block to 'escape'.

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

Even if the two of them are not actually American.

The guy named Anthony is an illegal immigrant who smuggled in from Mexico, while the woman is a mixed race of blacks and Latinos, and she is an ugly mix.

However, no matter what the reality is, once they meet Zhao Yuan, an Asian with a distinctly different skin color, the two seem to become genuine Americans, with a sense of superiority.

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

These feelings of superiority obviously can't help them.

If before the past, the "escape" drama of the desperate mandarin ducks did not have much to do with Zhao Yuan.

After all, in the Compton area where he lives, similar dramas are played out every day.

The scene in front of him was a bit special, and at best it was closer to him. The person who fled had had a little feud 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 on broken systems.

Right now, there is a perfect opportunity.

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, Zhao Yuan immediately turned his gaze back to the data panel in front of him, ignoring the cracks all over the entire system, and immediately turned on the [Script Evolution] function.

Start writing themes for your first screenplay.

……

Things were urgent, Zhao Yuan didn't write a script that was too complicated.

In the current situation, 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……

His gaze moved away from the script he was creating, and landed on 403 [Story Value] at the top of the data panel.

Zhao Yuan also couldn't judge whether the [plot value] of 403 was more or less for the script he was creating.

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

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

After deleting, deleting and subtracting, a general story frame appeared in the system.

Scenario 1: "Circle"

Synopsis: In the chaotic neighborhood of Compton, Los Angeles, although gang activity has been crushed about a decade ago, murder, guns, drugs, and poverty persist.

Residents living here suffer from poverty and crime every day.

And poverty not only promotes evil, 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 low-cost apartment in the Compton neighborhood were packing their luggage in a panic. Judging from the frightened conversation and quarrels between the two, it was obvious that they were not going on a trip.

……

Give full play to your own advantages and create the script at an extremely fast speed.

Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief looking at the crude short film script in the system that he named "Circulation".

His eyes flicked to the couple who hurriedly threw their luggage into the car outside the window.

Without too much hesitation, I checked the system and the [Generate] button under [Script Evolution].

"..."

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

And just when Zhao Yuan thought that the system that had been repaired with great difficulty was about to crash again, and his whole body was in extreme fear.

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

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

"material?!"

(End of this chapter)