A post-apocalyptic boss aspires to dominate the entertainment industry

Qin Jue turned off the camera and put it aside.

She sat in front of the desk, looking ahead blankly, her back straight, just like she did every time she was in the combat base. But in comparison, her eyes were distant and indifferent at this time, vaguely showing a coldness after experiencing the world and the vicissitudes of life, as if she would disappear in the next second.

"Abba..." Senran called her on the phone.

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

"How about it? Your acting skills are pretty good, right?" She smiled.

After a while, Mori Ran 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 for an instant and blocking her thinking.

Qin Jue suddenly clasped one hand on the corner of the desk, and used the other hand to cover her chest. She lowered her head and gasped for breath. Her forearms were covered with veins bulging from exerting force, but she could not stop this desire!

Want to kill someone.

I want to hear the screams of the weak.

Want to be surrounded by gushing blood.

Qin Jue banged his head on the table with a thud, and 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. He was addicted to drugs. Like bone erosion.

damn it……

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

Her senses became extremely sharp at this moment. Two doors away, 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!

Want to tear her apart, 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.

"...A Ran!"

Qin Jue said again, his voice 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 two or three steps.

"Give me the soul strength!"

"receive!"

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

pain!

The body seemed to be split in half from the skull cavity, and there was an illusion of blood oozing out from every pore. The organs turned into dough and were wantonly grasped and pinched into various shapes by several hands. The blood flowed with severe pain, every time. The exchange left a bloody scar.

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

After a few torturous minutes passed, her eyes returned to their normal color, she exhaled through her dry lips, and slumped against the wall, 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.

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

Qin Jue smiled hoarsely, stood up with one hand, and then pulled out the wood 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 was due to Qin Jingsheng's domestic violence or genetic optimization, but her body's response to pain was very weak. This was usually a good thing, but now it seemed useless.

"Abba, do you want to optimize your treatment again?" Senran sniffed and asked without answering Qin Jue's previous question.

Her little milky voice sounded like she was crying, pitiful and cute.

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

Her medical kit was placed on the desk when she was filming the video. At this time, she could only stand up and walk out of the bathroom to find 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 sprinkled intermittently on the way from the bathroom to the desk, but Qin Jue didn't pay attention. She picked up the chair and put it away, sat down again, treated the wound with one hand, wrapped the bandage several times thickly, and held the bandage strip between her teeth to tighten it.

In terrible shape.

Qin Jue 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 that 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 sickly is her living environment, doesn't she have any idea?

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 about this.

Qin Jue rested for about five minutes and then stood up to deal with the blood on the ground. When he got up, he caught a glimpse of the opened 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 had prepared all her things. In the past, she had been stained with blood when sneaking back from a black boxing fight. She had bought a cleaning agent for this purpose, but she was not worried about being discovered by Jiang Qiuyue.

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

"A Ran, let your grandma know everything. By the way, book a ticket to Shencheng, the nearest one."

"Eh? Okay!"

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

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

"good--"

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

Qin Jue took out the book sent 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 it was only 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. The sequelae of the battlefield are problems that both of them must face if they retain the memory of the apocalypse.

Her dog threw herself into death row 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 emotions fluctuate negatively, 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 all away from him, Qin Jue needs some sense of belonging.

Even if not, you 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 was just a little lonely.

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

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

Oh, that's too pretentious.

Qin Jue clicked 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 do I 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 attending the funeral and other matters, she even had a quarrel with her "son." As an ordinary person, she couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Jingsheng's accident had been dealt with, so Qin Jue had no worries. She initially avoided extra trouble and asked Sen Ran to keep the gender column in her identity information as it was. This was also the reason 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, Car No. 04, 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 "The Self-cultivation of Actors".

at the same time.

Beijing. High-tech industrial zone.

A glass-like L-shaped building rises from the ground, towering into the sky. It was designed by the founder himself. The floor below the 21st floor is horizontal, and the three transparent glass walls are staggered in sequence. During the day, the sun shines through the sun and shadows, forming a pictographic "Qin". At night, the indoor lights are on, reflecting each other. The four characters "Qinyi Technology" appear on the 21st floor of the vertical building. 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 heard faintly.

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

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

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