The sound of hurried sirens, panicked shouts, buzzed in the ears.

All kinds of lights and figures are constantly swaying in front of you, and you can't really see the world in a whirlwind.

Jude, who was lying behind the wheel of the car, shook his head vigorously in an attempt to make himself more awake, but a wave of tiredness began to invade his brain, making him drowsy.

"Can someone help? The people in the car are stuck in their seats! ”

"No, we have to pry the door open first!"

"God, how much did he exceed the speed limit when he crashed the car like this?"

In front of the smashed sports car, three firefighters pry open the deformed door with iron rods and drag a drunken Jude out of the driver's seat. Because there was no one to help him, he could only lie on the road like a pile of mud.

Seven or eight reporters gathered around and shot Jude on the ground.

The dazzling flash made Jude subconsciously raise his hand in front of him, and all this made him feel very puzzled.

I just drank two more drinks at the class reunion, and on the way home, I crashed into a street lamppost in order to avoid a stray dog crossing the road.

He didn't understand what was going on until two policemen showed up, dispersed the reporters who were taking pictures, and handcuffed Jude into the police car.

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Bang!

The iron door of the cell was opened.

The white officer who opened the door tilted his head inside.

"He's in there."

"Thank you."

Lawyer Maslow nodded at the other and walked in.

Jude sat cross-legged on the floor in prison uniform, holding a sketchbook in his hand, scribbling on it.

The floor around him was littered with a number of finished drawings, the closest one to the doorway caught Maslow's attention.

A huge spy ship floats above the city, and people in the streets flee in terror.

Signed on a date: 21/9/1994

Maslow picked up the sketch and muttered to himself, "Alien invasion?" The city looks a bit like Chicago. ”

Jude stopped his pen and glanced up at Maslow.

"When will I be free?"

"Freedom?" Maslow repeated the word, put down the sketch in his hand and looked at Jude meaningfully and said, "Believe me, for you, the outside is just a bigger cage, a cage made of fame and fortune. ”

Jude frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Maslow shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "You think that after three months in prison, those reporters outside will forget about your previous misdeeds?" Now the media has started to bet on when the next time you'll be sent to jail. ”

Jude looked at Maslow with a firm gaze and said word by word: "There will be no next time, I swear!" ”

"Every time I come to jail to bail you out, you promise me that, but what is the result?" Maslow looked at Jude with a little pity, "Remember, this is the last time I can help you solve trouble, from tomorrow, I will no longer be your personal lawyer, we are clear!" ”

If it was Jude in the past, he would definitely cry and beg Maslow for forgiveness, and promise more legal fees, as long as Maslow could continue to be his lawyer and help him settle all kinds of troubles, but now Jude will not be like this, he just looks at Maslow calmly.

"What about Ryanson? Why didn't he come this time? ”

Jude had already decided that Maslow would not help him anymore, so he could only hope for his agent.

"Don't you read the newspaper in prison? On the second day after you were imprisoned, the CAA issued a statement to officially terminate the contract with you, and now you have no agent! ”

Jude closed his eyes, and the situation was worse than he had imagined.

But that wasn't the end of it, Maslow went on to tell Jude even worse news.

"You owe a lot of money to casinos, hotels, yacht charter companies before you go to jail, and the court auctioned off your apartment in the Punk neighborhood and the Mercedes Benz in the garage that you didn't have time to crash before you had time, and now you have less than $30,000 in your bank account. At the rate at which you used to spend, this amount of money may not be enough for you to live for a month, but who knows? Maybe you've sent yourself to jail before you spend all the money. ”

Jude stood up without saying a word, picked up the drawings scattered on the floor of the cell one by one, stacked them neatly, held them in his hand, turned to look at Maslow and said, "Thank you for telling me this, can we go now?" ”

Maslow was a little surprised by Jude's reaction, but he didn't think much of it.

An employer who can no longer afford to pay for a lawyer is simply not worth his attention.

The formalities for his release from prison have been completed, and Jude has changed into the clothes he wore when he was in prison, which contains his wallet, bank card, driver's license (which has been revoked, and he has to retake the test if he wants to drive), and hundreds of drawings he drew while in prison are also packed in a large cardboard box and taken away.

The two parted ways at the prison gate, with Maslow leaving in his Audi and Jude walking to the side of the road and reaching out to stop a taxi.

After telling the driver to take him to any cheap hotel in North Hollywood, Jude leaned back in the back seat and began to think about the way forward.

As a child star in Hollywood in the 90s with Edward Furlong and Macaulay Culkin, Jude Locke, who has a quarter of Chinese ancestry, became famous earlier than the previous two, and appeared in the movie at the age of 12 and received great attention.

But like many child stars when they grow up, Jude Locke became famous at a young age and lacked family control, and soon contracted some bad problems, alcoholism, car racing, and even excessive smoking for a period of time. Ma, the annual salary income of millions is still not enough for him to squander, and because of the frequent scandals that have made his public image plummet, there are fewer and fewer film companies willing to film with him, and finally even he himself began to give up on himself, and he will be arrested by the police every once in a while for drinking and making trouble or flying cars.

$30,000 is indeed not enough for the previous Jude Locke to spend a month, but now Jude Locke's body is occupied by a film and television enthusiast from 21st century China, who happens to be called Jude in Chinese.

The memories of the two did not merge smoothly at first, and various fragments of memories kept flashing in his mind, haunting Jude all the time, and for a long time he couldn't even tell who he was now.

It took more than a month for Jude to fully accept the fact that he had traveled to 1994 and became Jude Locke.

During this period, he had to get rid of the sense of identity loss caused by this memory conflict by constantly drawing, and what he painted were some memory images that kept flashing back in his mind.

During his time in prison, Jude painted hundreds of these paintings, many of which were footage from later classic movies, and these memories existed in his brain like an imprint, but none of these could help Jude immediately get out of his current predicament, and he had just spent his twentieth birthday in prison, and he had to rely on the only remaining $30,000 in his bank card to survive in the city.

The black driver driving the car glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed Jude's sad look and immediately realized that the opportunity to interject had come.

"Sir, there are a lot of cheap hotels here, I don't know if you have any specific requirements? For example, if you need something special to have fun around, or if you need something special, I know a lot of hotels. ”

Jude raised his eyes and looked seriously at the black driver in the front row for the first time.

"You know me?"

The black driver turned his gaze into the lane in front of him, pouted and replied, "Jude Locke, the famous Hollywood bad boy, I don't mean to say this, mainly because the newspapers call you that now." ”

"Well, since you know so much about me, help me find a hotel that is quiet enough and the rooms are clean and tidy without all that mess!"

"No bar! No chicks! Are you sure you're looking for a hostel like this? The black driver almost thought he had misheard.

Jude frowned and asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

The black driver kept his mouth shut.

The taxi finally stopped in front of a hotel called Mustang and, after paying, Jude got out of the car with a cardboard box and took the door with his foot.

The black driver stuck his head out, "Hey, man! ”

Jude turned and looked at the other with some confusion.

"Anything else?"

The black driver handed a sticky note from the car: "My name is Tony Todd, if you need a car during this time, you can call me anytime!" ”

Jude took the note with a free hand and found a handwritten phone number on it.

"It's hard to get a taxi in this place?" He asked subconsciously.

"It's easy to get a taxi, but it's not easy to meet a tight-lipped driver like me, and although you have a bad reputation right now, I'm sure there are still some paparazzi who will be interested in your whereabouts."

Tony gave Jude a "you know" look and started the car to leave.

"But what's in it for you?" Jude stopped Tony, "I mean, why don't you sell my whereabouts to those paparazzi, so you can at least make a small profit." ”

Tony smiled and shrugged at Jude, "Because I'm also a member of the Screen Actors Guild." ”