Doomsday boss aspires to the top of the entertainment industry

Qin Jue turned off the camera and put it aside.

She sat in front of the desk, looking ahead in vain, her back straight and straight, just like every time she was in the combat base. However, in comparison, her eyes were distant and indifferent at this time, vaguely revealing the feeling of someone who had experienced the world and experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The coldness seems to disappear in the next second.

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

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

"How is it? Your acting skills are pretty good, right?" she said with a smile.

After a while, Moran asked in a low voice:

"Is it really acting?"

Qin Jue closed his eyes and said nothing.

In some things, people should not have hope. Even hope will never arise out of thin air. First, there must be a small flame to burn.

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

It’s that familiar desire to kill!

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

Qin Jue suddenly clasped one hand on the corner of the desk and covered her chest with the other hand. She lowered her head and gasped for breath. Her forearms were covered with veins that were raised due to exertion, but she could not stop this desire!
Want to kill someone.

I want to hear the screams of the weak.

I want to be surrounded by gushing blood.

Qin Jue banged his head on the table with a thud. The knuckles of the hand holding his chest were bent and dug into his skin. However, the strong beating of his heart could not be stopped, and a very tempting pain continued to burst out. The drug addiction

Like eroding bones.

Damn...

Qin Jue's pupils were covered with a terrifying blood-red color, and her restraint in the past few days had indeed backfired!

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

—

Bang!

The corner of the table was broken into pieces by Qin Jue!

She squeezed out a high-pitched and terrifying scream from her throat, and held the corner of the table covered with irregular wood thorns in her palm!

Blood oozed out, and pain came from the palm of my hand, but I still couldn't restrain my bloodthirsty impulse!

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 and organs into pieces——

Can't kill!

Qin Jue used force again and held the wooden thorn deeper.

"...Aran!"

Qin Jue shouted again, his voice was extremely hoarse, and 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 being pushed backwards, and rushed into the bathroom in twos and twos.

"Give me the strength of your soul!"

"Received!"

Senran's voice had a hint of crying, and before she even finished her voice, huge pain poured down from Qin Jue's eyebrows!

It hurts!

The body seemed to be split in half from the cranial cavity. Every pore had the illusion of blood leaking out. The organs turned into dough and were arbitrarily grasped and shaped into various shapes by several hands. The blood flowed with severe pain. Every time

The exchange resulted in a bloody scar.

Qin Jue leaned against the wall and convulsed, and after a while he collapsed on the ground, still shaking.

After a few torturous minutes, her eyes returned to their normal color, she exhaled through her dry lips, and slumped in the corner, letting out a tired groan.

Fortunately, she still has this trump card.

Fight poison with poison, and relieve pain with pain.

Qin Jue controlled his breathing rate and slowly calmed down his high-beating heart.

She had been clenching her teeth tightly from beginning to end, but now she relaxed, her teeth were a little loose, and her mouth was full of soreness and numbness.

"Have you been struggling to digest recently? The pocket money your father gave you has been spent a lot."

Qin Jue smiled hoarsely, stood up with one hand, and then pulled out the wooden block in the palm of the other hand.

The piece of wood pierced deep, and it took some strength for her to pull it out, bringing out a large piece of flesh and blood dripping with blood.

The pain in this body is terrible.

She still has time to think about this.

I don’t know whether it’s because of Qin Jingsheng’s domestic violence or genetic optimization, but her body’s response to pain is very weak, which is usually a good thing, but now it seems useless.

"Abba, do you want to optimize your treatment again?" Sen Ran did not answer Qin Jue's previous question, but sniffed and asked.

Her little milky voice has a crying sound, which is pitiful and cute.

"What a big deal." Qin Jue said with a smile, "The interval between two genetic optimizations is so short, it's so wasteful."

Her medical kit was placed on the desk when filming the video. At this time, she could only stand up and walk out of the bathroom to look for it.

Before leaving, Qin Jue turned on the shower, and a small puddle of blood flowed on the ground from the palm of her hand that had been stabbed with wood. It would take a while to wash it away.

A few drops of blood were spilled intermittently on the way from the bathroom to the desk, but Qin Jue didn't pay attention to it. She picked up the chair and put it away, sat down again, treated the wound with one hand, wrapped the bandage a few thick times, and bit the bandage with her teeth.

Tie the strips tightly.

The state is terrible.

Qin Jue's whole body was covered in painful cold sweat, and the breeze from walking around made it uncomfortable to stick to his body.

The conversation with Jiang Qiuyue had already relaxed her mood, and with the sadistic singing, the physical pain was insignificant, but the mental fatigue was inevitable.

She was too naive to think she could have a good talk with Jiang Qiuyue.

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

How cruel is this family, and how morbid her living environment has always been, doesn’t she have a clue in her own mind?

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 bother, in this layer of nesting dolls.

It's not a mistake to argue with Jiang Qiuyue.

Qin Jue rested for about five minutes and then stood up to deal with the blood stains on the ground. When he got up, he caught a glimpse of the open luggage bag beside the bed.

A book lay there quietly, wrapped in a book cover, with a line of handwritten words: An actor's self-cultivation.

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

She prepared everything very well. In the past, she had been stained with blood when sneaking back from a black boxing fight. She bought a cleaning agent for this purpose, but she was not worried about being discovered by Jiang Qiuyue.

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After dealing with the blood stains, he took a shower avoiding his injured hand. When he came out again, Qin Jue took off the bandage. Although the skin and flesh had not yet grown back, the bleeding had stopped automatically.

"Aran, I'll give your grandma a thorough explanation. By the way, book a ticket to Shencheng, the nearest one."

"Eh? Okay!"

Mori Ran was a little unhappy, so he cheered up when he heard that he had something to do.

"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."

"Okay——"

Moriran had obviously been holding back the news about her grandmother for a long time, and she disappeared after happily responding.

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

Although we only spent less than a week, the crew felt 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 sequelae of the battlefield are problems that both of them who have the memory of the apocalypse will have to face.

Her dog threw herself into death row and languished for several years. Although it was a solution, it was not suitable for her now in all aspects.

Moreover, Qin Jue also discovered that for her, this sadistic impulse was not only the instinct deep in her soul, but also related to her own emotions.

Whether facing Qin Jingsheng or Jiang Qiuyue, once her mood fluctuates negatively, her bloodthirsty desire will take the opportunity to emerge from the irritability and displeasure and try to control her reason.

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

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

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

After all, she is just a little lonely.

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

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

Oh, that’s too pretentious.

Qin Jue smacked his tongue, feeling very disgusted with himself.

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

Then he took the bloody piece of wood and stared at the missing corner of the table seriously.

Hmm...how to fix this thing?

……

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

She listened carefully before turning over the window. Jiang Qiuyue was tired from crying and fell asleep, breathing evenly.

When she heard the news of her husband's death, she flew back urgently. After finishing the funeral and other things, she even had a quarrel with her "son." She, an ordinary person, couldn't hold back her energy and fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Jingsheng's accident has been dealt with, so Qin Jue has no worries. She initially avoided additional trouble and asked Senran to keep the gender column in her identity information as it is. This is why the police did not react redundantly at that time.

She went downstairs and took a taxi and went straight to the high-speed rail station. When she used her ID card to open the passage, the words "Qin Jue, female, 19:45, g8187, 04 carriage No. 12f" appeared on the screen one after another, which looked very comfortable.
The high-speed train from Liancheng to Shencheng only took one and a half hours. Qin Jue had no luggage and only had a book in her hand. The train started slowly. She adjusted her seat and carefully opened the first page of "An Actor's Self-cultivation".<

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At the same time.

Beijing. High-tech Industrial Zone.

An L-shaped building made of glass rises from the ground, towering into the sky. It was designed by the founder himself. The floor below the 21st floor is horizontal, with three floors of transparent glass walls scattered in sequence. During the day, the sun shines through and the shadows are mottled.

, forming a pictographic "Qin" character. The indoor lights turn on late at night and complement each other.

The four characters "Qinyi Technology" appear on the 21st floor. The vertical building above the 21st floor uses a column as the central axis. The corridors and stairs are surrounded by the glass central column and rise in a spiral. Under the moonlight, a dragon-like dragon can be faintly seen.

Strange creatures are entrenched among them, technology and art are taken into consideration, fashion and majesty coexist.

There is no security at the gate of the Qinyi Technology Group headquarters. There are only two robots that look like large figures standing solemnly, with two pairs of electronic eyes flashing blue light from time to time.

At this time, in the chairman's office on the 47th floor, the curses of young people could be faintly heard.

"How can this bitch Tao Shicheng be so disgusting!"

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*The [Qinyi Technology Group Headquarters Building] in this chapter is inspired by: German Historical Museum, designer: I.M. Pei

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