Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

Qin Jue turned off the camera and put it aside.

She sat in front of the desk, looking straight ahead, her back was straight and straight, just like every time she was in the combat base. In contrast, her eyes were alienated and indifferent at this time, vaguely revealing a coldness that had gone through the world and vicissitudes of life, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"Abba..." Sen Ran called her on the phone.

Qin Jue breathed a sigh of relief and returned to normal.

"How about it, isn't the acting good?" She laughed.

After a while, Sen Ran asked in a low voice:

"Is it really acting?"

Qin Jue closed his eyes and did not speak.

There are some things that people should not have hope for. Even hope is never born out of thin air. First of all, there must be a small flame to burn.

She calmed down a little, and was about to answer with a smile, but she shook violently, and her expression changed.

It's that familiar desire to kill!

It came suddenly and more violently, covering Qin Jue's consciousness in an instant, blocking her thinking.

Qin Jue suddenly clasped one hand on the corner of the desk and covered her chest with the other. She lowered her head and gasped for breath. Her forearm was full of bulging blue veins, but she couldn't stop this desire!

Want to kill.

I want to hear the screams of the weak.

I want to be surrounded by the gushing blood.

Qin Jue slammed his head on the table, the knuckle of the finger holding his chest bent, and digged into the skin, but the strong beating of his heart could not stop, and continued to burst out with a very tempting pain, drug addiction. Bone like.

**** it……

Qin Jue's pupils were covered with a terrifying blood red, and her restraint in the past few days really had a backlash!

Her senses became extremely sharp at this moment. Across the two doors, she heard Jiang Qiuyue's sobbing. It was the sound of a living person's breathing, a fresh life. She really wanted to tear her in half— —

Bang bang!

The corner of the table was shattered by Qin Jue!

She squeezed a thin and terrifying neigh from her throat, and held the corner of the table full of irregular wooden thorns in her palm with her backhand!

Blood seeped out, and the pain came from the palm of the hand, but he still couldn't resist the bloodthirsty urge!

Want to kill Jiang Qiuyue——

Can't kill!

I want to tear her apart, I want to break her bones—

Can't kill!

I want to tear her skin organs to pieces—

Can't kill!

Qin Jue used his strength again to hold the thorn deeper.

"...Aran!"

Qin Jue said again, his voice was extremely hoarse, his throat was terribly dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

She took a deep breath and stood up, ignoring that the chair was brought back, and rushed into the bathroom in three or two steps.

"Give me soul strength!"

"receive!"

Sen Ran's voice had a bit of a weeping tone. Before she could finish, the huge pain poured down from Qin Jue's eyebrows!

pain!

The body seemed to be split in half from the cranial cavity, and every pore had the illusion of blood oozing outwards. The organs became dough, which was squeezed out of various shapes by a few hands. The blood flowed with severe pain. The exchange cut a **** scar.

Qin Jue leaned back against the wall and spasmed. After a while, he collapsed to the ground, still shaking.

After the tormented few minutes passed, her eyes returned to normal pupil color, her dry lips let out a breath, and she collapsed in the corner, letting out a tired moan.

Fortunately, she still has this trump card.

Fighting poison with poison, relieving pain with pain.

Qin Jue controlled the breathing rate and calmed down the high-frequency beating heart.

She clenched her teeth from the beginning to the end, and now she loosened up, her teeth were loose, and her mouth was full of soreness and numbness.

"Have you been trying to digest it recently? Dad spent a lot of pocket money for you."

Qin Jue laughed hoarsely, stood up with one hand, and went to pull out the wooden block in the other palm.

The piece of wood was deeply pierced, she took some strength to pull it out, and brought out a large piece of flesh, dripping with blood.

The pain in this body is very bad.

She still has time to think about this.

I don't know if it was because of Qin Jingsheng's domestic violence or because of genetic optimization. Her body's feedback on pain is very weak, which is usually a good thing.

"Abba, do you want to optimize it again to heal your wounds?" Sen Ran didn't answer Qin Jue's previous question, and asked after a sniff.

Her little milk voice has a crying voice, pitiful and cute.

"What a big deal." Qin Jue smiled, "The distance between two genetic optimizations is so short, it's too wasteful."

Her medicine box was placed on the desk when the video was taken, and she could only stand up and walk out of the bathroom to find it.

Before leaving, Qin Jue unscrewed the shower head, and her palm that was pierced with wood splattered a small pool of blood on the ground, which would not be flushed clean for a while.

On the way from the bathroom to the desk, a few drops of blood were spilled intermittently, but Qin Jue ignored it. She picked up the chair and put it away, sat down again, and treated the wound with one hand. The bandage was specially wrapped around a few times thicker, and she clenched the bandage with her teeth.

The state is terrible.

Qin Jue was covered in cold sweat from pain, and being blown by the breeze while walking, it was uncomfortable to stick to his body.

The conversation with Jiang Qiuyue made her emotionally relaxed, and with this sadistic singing, the pain in the body is indifferent, but the tiredness in the heart is unavoidable.

She thought she could have a good talk with Jiang Qiuyue, but she was too naive.

When she returned to a harmonious society from the end of the world, she first met Qi Qingyuan and Zhang Ming, and then got a lot of positive feedback from Cen Yi and Jiang Shuming, which made her feel a little lost.

How cruel is this family, how sickly her living environment has always been, doesn't she have any points in her own heart?

Qin Jue wanted to laugh again.

Jiang Qiuyue has an obsession to change her, and she also has an obsession to change Jiang Qiuyue's obsession.

Why is there a need for nesting dolls in this layer of dolls.

Comparing this with Jiang Qiuyue, I can't do it.

Qin Jue rested for about five minutes, then got up to deal with the blood on the ground. This time, out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the open luggage bag beside the bed.

A book lay there quietly, wrapped in an outer cover, with one line written in hand: Actor's self-cultivation.

Qin Jue's gaze stayed on it for two seconds, then moved away, went to the sink and took a towel to wipe the floor.

She had prepared everything well. Before, she had been smeared with blood when she sneaked back from the black fist. She bought cleaning agent for this purpose, but she was not worried about being discovered by Jiang Qiuyue.

After dealing with the blood stains, he avoided the injured hand and took a shower. When he came out again, Qin Jue took off the bandage. Although the flesh hadn't grown back, the blood had stopped automatically.

"Aran, let me give you a thorough understanding. By the way, book a ticket to Shencheng, the closest one."

"Eh? Okay!"

Mori Ryemoto was a little unhappy, and when he heard something to do, he cheered up.

"Send a message to Jiang Qiuyue tomorrow morning, saying that there are some things related to Shen School in the high school, and the teacher asked me to come over there."

"it is good--"

Sen Ran had obviously been holding back for a long time since she heard the news of her grandmother, and she disappeared after a cheerful response.

Qin Jue took out the book sent by Cen Yi. She wanted to go back and read it. She planned to take the book to read on the road.

It's only been less than a week, but the crew is more like home than home.

She made some basic inferences based on Cheng Zheng's experience. This desire to kill is more like an inner demon, and the aftermath of the battlefield is a problem that both of them have to face to keep the memories of the end times.

Her dog had tossed herself into death row for a few years. Although it was a solution, it was not suitable for her now in all aspects.

Besides, Qin Jue also discovered that, for her, this sadistic impulse was not only related to her innermost instinct, but also related to her own emotions.

Whether facing Qin Jingsheng or Jiang Qiuyue, once her mood fluctuates negatively, her bloodthirsty desire will emerge from these irritability and displeasure, trying to control her sanity.

In such a situation at home, when relatives, friends and companions are not around, Qin Jue needs some sense of belonging.

Even if not, you have to find something to do to distract your attention.

After pretending to calmly analyze so much, Qin Jue shook his head mockingly.

After all, she was just a little lonely.

That's why I wanted to go back to the Shencheng Film and Television Base to take a look from a distance.

There, it was the first stop where she gained affirmation and recognition after her rebirth.

Aw, it's too hypocritical.

Qin Jue clicked his tongue, disgusting himself very much.

She put on her coat and found a fingerless glove to cover her left hand, which was still slowly healing.

Then he took the **** piece of wood and stared at the table with a corner missing.

Um... how should this thing be repaired?

……

When the text message of the successful booking was sent to the phone, Qin Jue had already slipped out of the house.

She listened carefully before turning over the window, Jiang Qiuyue was tired from crying, fell asleep, breathing evenly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Hearing the news of her husband's death, she flew back in a hurry, and after finishing the funeral and other things, she was arguing with her "son" After a fight, she, an ordinary person, couldn't hold her spirits long, and she slept very deeply.

Qin Jingsheng's accident had been dealt with, so Qin Jue had no worries. She avoided extra trouble at first and asked Sen Ran to keep the gender column in her identity information as it was, which was why the police didn't respond.

She went downstairs and took a taxi, went straight to the high-speed rail station, took her ID card to open the passage, and the words "Qin Jue, female, 19:45, G8187, No. 12F in Car 04" appeared on the display screen in sequence, and she looked very comfortable.

The high-speed train from Liancheng to Shencheng was only an hour and a half. Qin Jue had no luggage, only a book in his hand. The train started slowly. She adjusted her seat and carefully opened the first page of "Actor's Self-cultivation".

at the same time.

Beijing. High-tech Industrial Zone.

An L-shaped building made of glass-like material rises from the ground, soaring into the sky. It was designed by the founder himself. The 21st floor below is horizontal, and the three layers of transparent glass walls are scattered in order. During the daytime, the sun shines through the sun and shadows, forming a pictographic "Qin" character. The four characters "Qinyi Technology" are written; the vertical building above the 21st floor has a column as the central axis, and the corridor and stairs are surrounded by the glass central column, rising in a spiral. Under the moonlight, a dragon like a dragon is faintly visible. Strange creatures are entrenched in it, both technology and art, fashion and majesty coexist.

There is no security at the gate of the Qinyi Technology Group headquarters. There are only two large-scale figurines standing solemnly. The two pairs of electronic eyes sometimes flash blue light.

At this time, in the chairman's office on the forty-seventh floor, the voices of scolding from young people were faintly heard.

"How can Tao Shicheng be so disgusting!"