When I got home, a trace of whiteness in the sky in the east was already revealed, but Murphy was not sleepy. He went to the workshop to turn on his laptop, took out the on-board police receiver he had taken back from the car, and looked at the instructions stored on the computer and the police codes of the Los Angeles police.

The memory left by Murphy in the previous one told him that it is an indispensable tool to make money through the free journalist industry.

As long as an accident occurs, this police receiver can capture every public contact from Los Angeles police.

For example, in a car accident last night, if someone called the police at that time, the police's control platform would contact the nearest police by calling the on-board receiver to get them to the scene as quickly as possible.

With this police receiver, Murphy can receive similar messages, pick the type he wants, and then rush over to shoot.

However, the police often use codes, and those who don’t understand can’t understand them at all.

And that ex is also a scheming person. The laptop records in detail the types of police codes used by Los Angeles police and the meanings they represent.

For example, the 148 incident represents resisting arrest, the 187 incident represents homicide case, the 211 incident represents armed robbery, etc.

After looking through the police codes and studying the usage of the police receiver for a while, Murphy finally couldn't help but fight up and down and went to another room to sleep.

After sleeping halfway through the afternoon, I went downstairs to buy some fast food and solved the problem of eating. Murphy returned to the dilapidated building, sat in front of the laptop, and focused on typing the keyboard, and continued to improve the script that had been written for a long time.

Even though he knew that the possibility of selling newcomers and new scripts was extremely low, Murphy did not give up hope.

In the next half month, Murphy quit his job at the auto repair shop, and his life was divided into two parts. After dinner, he drove with a portable camera and a police receiver, and circled around West Hollywood, Beverly Hills and Santa Monica to find any valuable news clues. As long as you get useful information from the police receiver, you will arrive at the scene of the incident as quickly as possible. The previous Murphy played an extremely important role in the familiarity of the entire Los Angeles area.

On the other hand, after returning to the dilapidated apartment in the early morning, Murphy will first sleep, get up in the afternoon and perfect the script or check public job advertisements, without missing any chance to truly enter Hollywood.

Perhaps it was time to operate, or perhaps it was more suitable for him without looking at other people's faces. Murphy's work and life in the past ten days has been much smoother than before. He filmed nearly twenty videos of car accidents, fires, fights, etc., and most of them were successfully sold to Fox Los Angeles Local Station Channel 6.

In particular, he was lucky enough to film a video of Madonna Cicone dating with British director Gay Ritchie in West Hollywood, and was introduced by Carra and sold to Fox TV's entertainment channel, making a full $3,000.

With a relatively stable source of income, Murphy first did it to pay off his debts, return the car, the borrowed mobile phone and the US dollar to Ross in full, and then bought corresponding substitutes for himself from the second-hand market, especially the second-hand Ford sedan he bought, and specially modified a stand that could place a camera in the passenger seat so that he could also shoot while driving.

In addition, he printed multiple copies of the two compiled scripts and mailed them to six major Hollywood companies, as well as dozens of other large and small film companies and studios. There were no surprises and no reply was received yet.

In addition, Murphy has interviewed many crews, but none of them are ideal. He has made a British director's head problem and had a criminal record, which makes these crews dare not use him easily.

Nearly a month after being released from prison, Murphy successfully solved the basic survival problem, but entering Hollywood still stayed at the level of dreams.

Los Angeles was dry and hot in August. Even though the sun had deviated to the sea, the temperature was still so high. Murphy parked his car next to the Marina Avenue in Santa Monica, and the sea breeze blew in from the open windows, bringing a rare touch of coolness.

After looking at the time, Murphy took out his phone and dialed another number.

"Hello……"

Unlike the busy tone ten minutes ago, a formulaic sound rang inside, "This is the editorial department of Twentieth Century Fox."

"Disturbation, I'm a screenwriter." Murphy said as simple as possible, "My name is Murphy Stanton, and I'm a screenwriter. I've submitted a script to your company and want to ask about the results of your review."

"Thank you for your support for Twentieth Century Fox."

The sound from the earpiece was very polite and very calm, "Sir, we will contact you after reading your script."

Murphy wanted to say something, but the other party said a few more words in a very polite manner, and then hung up the phone.

"It's the same again!"

Murphy was somewhat unhappy when he threw his phone into the passenger seat, "Why are all film companies like this?"

The person just now didn't even ask the name of the script he submitted!

Today, Murphy, who was waiting for a little anxious recently, called several film companies, and the answers he received were similar to those just now. The person who answered the call was very polite and said something like a routine.

Looking at the sun getting closer to the sea level in the west, Murphy sighed, basically sure that the way to submit the script was very unreliable. The chances of a newcomer's new script being activated will not be greater than the millions of dollars he won by buying a lottery ticket.

No connections, no money, no fame, no capital to show off. Even people with special experiences like themselves, want to shine in Hollywood in a very realistic circle in a short period of time, the difficulty cannot be described as epic.

A newcomer's script has attracted countless people to compete with the company. Is there any more ridiculous joke than this?

At this point, Murphy basically gave up the idea of ​​relying on the script to succeed quickly, and his idea of ​​moving forward step by step became increasingly firm.

The sun finally fell into the sea and went out for a simple dinner. Murphy returned to the car and turned on the police receiver. Just like in the past, he sifted out the information useful to him from the police signals. However, he was not very lucky tonight and did not get any valuable clues until it was completely dark.

Starting the car, Murphy drove towards the Santa Monica Valley. The security in the United States is indeed not good, but it was in the downtown area, such as Santa Monica and the gatherings of rich elites in West Hollywood. The police attach much importance to it and the police force arranged are much better than those of the Latin community or the black community.

Public security in wealthy areas is constantly improving, and public security in slums is getting worse and worse. This is what Murphy gained through his on-site experience.

But unless a large-scale fire or serial murder occurs in slums, the news there is not much value. The general public likes to see the unlucky anti-elite culture and psychology of elites or wealthy people, which is the same in North America as any other country in the world.

However, the better security in wealthy areas has made such news appear on TV less and less, but it also highlights the value of Murphy's work. After all, it can only be sold at a high price if it is scarce.

Since selling the first video, Murphy spent most of his working hours in wealthy areas relatively close to the seaside and valleys. Even if there are emergencies in the city center, he rarely rushed over.

The Ford sedan ran east along Santa Monica Seventh Street, Murphy stared at the front, and his ears kept capturing every sound from the police receiver, perhaps because of his recent good luck, until he circled around Santa Monica, there was no information worth rushing to shoot.

The night is getting darker and deeper, and this is the bustling Santa Monica. The traffic on the street not only does not decrease, but is on the rise. Murphy deliberately went around the streets with bars and nightclubs, hoping to encounter events like drunken and joking in Hollywood stars.

Although Santa Monica is the residence of many Hollywood stars, such good things are not something you can encounter every day. Murphy went around without any gains, so he had to leave here and go to the Santa Monica Valley to try his luck.

The Santa Monica Valley lives in a wealthy family. People who work as a profession like Murphy don’t even think about it in the short term if they want to buy real estate here.

Murphy drove slowly along the road, and the entire valley area seemed extremely quiet. Ordinary people would like the tranquility here, but he would not.

"So something happens quickly, even if it's a house to steal."

Controlling the steering wheel, Murphy kept talking to himself in the car, hoping that some accidents or violent incidents would happen in this quiet residential area so that he could take pictures of valuable things and at least earn back the gas money tonight.

After buying this second-hand Ford, the cost of modifying the co-pilot camera stand, and finding a lawyer for himself, Murphy actually didn't have much money. He was poor and had a short ambition. In situations like him, the most urgent thing is to make another money quickly to avoid losing money.

Things went against my wishes. Until I was about to drive out of the Santa Monica Valley, there was no valuable clue from the police receiver. Instead, a vehicle hit a street light in the West Hollywood area. The police command platform summoned the nearby police cars patrolling nearby and rushed over.

Murphy couldn't help but step on the accelerator and prepared to go over. After all, it was not very far away. If you passed in time, you might take valuable pictures, and at least you could get some money back.

Just as Murphy stepped on the accelerator and the car was speeding up, a sudden female voice suddenly sounded from the on-board police receiver.

"All units located in Santa Monica, the 211 incident occurred at the residence at 17 Bill Road, Valley District! Repeat, this is the 211 incident..."

After hearing this, Murphy didn't even think about it, and immediately stepped on the brake and turned around. The car rushed towards the road when it came at a much faster speed than before.

Bill Road is not far from the main road he is driving, only three intersections.

The Ford sedan is like a black lightning bolt. Murphy is not only energetic, but also obviously a little excited.

The 211 incident meant armed robbery, and if he remembered correctly, the living nearby Bill Road in the valley area were very rich people.
Chapter completed!