After a brief tidying up, the light gray rucksack contained a few clothes, two manuscripts, and a pen, and nothing else was going to be taken with them. Picking up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, he glanced at the small room one last time, and there was no nostalgia in his heart.

After all, this is a mental hospital

The head nurse at the door looked at the handsome big boy who was slightly stunned in front of him, a little regretful and a little happy, and said softly: "Simon, do you want to say goodbye to everyone?"

His current name is Simon, Simon Westeros.

The name hasn't changed.

The surname was changed a month ago.

Because I don't like the original surname of this body, I also look forward to a new beginning.

I happened to be watching "Game of Thrones" before I was reborn, and the turmoil on the continent of Westeros was fascinating, and I had such a fantastic experience as I am now, so I chose 'Westeros' as my new surname on a whim.

From now on, the "Game of Thrones" version will not be released until 1996, ten years later, and as for how Martin Sr. will name his new world in the future, it is not his concern.

Hearing the head nurse's words, Simon came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Still don't need to." ”

The two left the room and went to the office of Dr. Henry Chapman, Simon's attending physician, a nice middle-aged man. There was also a bespectacled white middle-aged man in the office, who introduced himself as John, from Stanford University, who came to assist Simon with the discharge process.

Simon was admitted to the psychiatric hospital nine months ago.

At the time, the incident caused a small sensation.

Growing up in a children's welfare home, the inspirational teenager was admitted to Stanford University at the age of 17 and received a full scholarship. Then, less than two months after enrolling, I suddenly went crazy.

Severe violent schizophrenia.

This is the diagnosis that Dr. Chapman filled out on Simon's medical record.

The fact is that there are suddenly twelve more souls in the young body, how can it not go crazy.

In the shattered memory scene, young people in conflict of consciousness frantically destroy an entire reading room in the Stanford University library, injure several people, and finally be tied up and sent to this psychiatric hospital in the southern suburbs of San Francisco.

Keep going backwards.

Now he is actually a director from across the ocean, who has just completed the first film in his life, and the box office is good. The company planned to negotiate a cooperation with Universal Pictures, one of the six major Hollywood studios, and the boss included him in the negotiation team rushing to Los Angeles in order to win him over, which was considered a public trip.

The prosperity of the mainland film market has made the whole Hollywood rush to it, and the business is naturally very successful.

After the partnership, Universal Pictures executives invited the company's team to a media industry gathering in Sun Valley, Idaho, along with many other Hollywood film professionals, and more than two dozen people took off from Los Angeles in a Boeing 737.

However, less than half an hour after takeoff, the Boeing 737's engine failed, and then crashed during a forced landing at San Francisco Airport.

Consciousness again, while still in San Francisco County, was back in 1985, and seemed to be confined to a young body along with many other consciousnesses, followed by nine long months in a mental hospital.

I don't know how I got control of this body.

Or because he is the only 'foreigner' in those consciousnesses. Before the crash, he happened to leave the luxurious front cabin of Universal's top executives and the company's team to go to the back cabin of the plane to discuss filmmaking with his Hollywood colleagues.

Or, because of unwillingness. In the long nine months, he could feel the strong unwillingness of the original teenager, so difficult to grow up, he didn't expect that his life would fall into the fall as soon as he set sail. He was also unwilling, after so many years, he finally began to get ahead, and everything came to naught in a blink of an eye.

Regardless, he eventually became the master of this body, and the other dozen or so consciousnesses all fell into a deep silence.

However, although consciousness is lost, the memories of those people remain.

Although those memories were scattered, he also realized that just the remaining fragments of memories were a very large wealth for him.

You must know that the people in the back cabin of the plane at that time were all elites in the Hollywood film industry, top screenwriters, photographers, editors, soundtracks, etc., these people were actually members of the crew of a box office blockbuster under Universal Pictures, and the director and leading actors of the crew were also on the plane, but they were invited to the front cabin, and they didn't know if they survived.

After being discharged from the hospital, Simon said goodbye to Dr. Chapman and the others, and then got into John's car with simple luggage.

Apparently John did not like the day's errand, and dropped Simon off the bus station in the nearby city of Watsonville, and after fulfilling his last duty at Stanford, he hurried away.

In the month or so leading up to his discharge, Dr. Chapman talked to Simon many times and asked him what he planned to do in the future.

Returning to Stanford is a no-brainer, Simon's major is still Stanford's hottest computer science, and more than thirty years later, he knows very well how many fascinating miracles of wealth Stanford's computer science students have created in the coming wave of the Internet.

However, Simon did not hesitate to drop out.

He is already a director, and he has more than a dozen memories of Hollywood elites in his mind, so it can be said that he is now a top film crew by himself, with so many resources, there is no reason not to go to Hollywood.

As for the future wave of the Internet, it is not Simon's character to look at the opportunities that can be seen everywhere and slip away at will. If you can get ahead, you will naturally be able to participate in the wealth feast brought about by this technological change as an investor.

Of course, at this moment, standing outside the bus station near Highway 1 in the small town of Watsonville, Simon knew he was destined to go a long way.

He is now just a penniless poor boy, and he is still a little glad that his personal situation can enjoy free health insurance from the federal government. Otherwise, after nine months of treatment, Simon would definitely have to bear a sky-high medical bill that would make him doubt his life.

In the United States, the average person goes to the doctor without health insurance, and that is an absolute disaster.

Buying a long-distance bus ticket to Los Angeles, Simon checked his wallet while waiting for the bus, and found that he had $198 left, which was the money he earned from his summer job before he enrolled last year.

More than $200 was also spent in the process of changing the name some time ago, mainly in a small newspaper in the city of Watsonville to publish a name change announcement, which is a necessary procedure for Americans to change their name, followed by the cost of reapplying for a driver's license. A driver's license in the United States is equivalent to an ID card, and it is also very cheap to test, only a few dozen dollars. So, although he couldn't afford to buy a car, Simon got his driver's license at the age of sixteen.

According to the price information in my mind, the remaining money in my hand can last for about a week if I guarantee the most basic food and shelter.

That's enough.

It's easy to find a job in Los Angeles in a week that is enough to make ends meet, and the former owner of this body has been doing all kinds of odd jobs since he was thirteen years old, and the relevant skill points are simply full.

Thinking of this, Simon even had a faint sadness. Although the memory is not complete, he can appreciate the awe-inspiring tenacity of the original child. The memory of 'Simon' was sent to a children's welfare home in San Jose at the age of six, but the little child was like a stubborn little beast, stubbornly rejecting many foster family adoption applications, and began to be self-reliant at the age of thirteen.

Thinking like this, Simon couldn't help but relive his memories before he was six years old, but there were only some more fragmented images, which could not be pieced together completely no matter what.

And then.

Wake up from your scattered thoughts.

Simon was shocked to find tears unconsciously sliding down his face.

A mother and son who were also waiting for the bus next to him were looking at him with strange eyes, and the young mother pulled her four or five-year-old son to hide a little away.

Embarrassed to wipe the tears from his face, Simon realizes that a certain ill-fated soul, even though it has completely lost control of this body, is still stubborn not to recall certain experiences, so stubborn that even if he is completely unconscious, he still stubbornly closes his heart door to the eyes of strangers.

Then don't think about it.

Moreover, since he has obtained this body, he will definitely live this period of life brighter than anyone else, definitely.

Simon silently assured a soul from the bottom of his heart.

The consciousness in the darkness may have heard him, and Simon found his mind calming down.

After about half an hour of waiting in front of the humble platform, a bus finally stopped on the side of the road, which was a passing bus from downtown San Francisco.

Simon leaned sideways and let the mother and son next to him get into the car first, and then followed.

The bus was almost full of passengers, and Simon walked down the aisle until he finally found a seat in the penultimate row, where a woman in a plaid shirt with long brown hair covering most of her face was already sitting inside the seat, looking down at a thick manuscript bound on A4 paper, with a pen in her hand.

Tucking his backpack into the luggage rack, Simon sat down in the empty seat in the aisle.

Sensing the movement around her, the woman looked up, nodded politely at Simon, and withdrew her gaze again.

Simon also nodded, but his expression was a little surprised, he knew the other party.

To be precise, Simon knew the woman in front of him, but it was obviously impossible for the other party to know him.

Kathryn Bigelow.

The first female director in Hollywood history to win the Oscar for Best Director. This achievement alone is enough to make her an existence that will go down in film history.