his pretty little dumb

Shen Jiaming was dragged into this crippled body in another dimension, and when he woke up, he glanced at the strange environment.

The sunlight outside the window came in through the glass window, and he blocked the glare of the sunlight with his hand, suddenly a thin figure passed by in front of his eyes, that figure was very similar to Lin Moyan.

With a sullen face, he casually picked up the fruit knife from the bedside table and threw it behind his back, followed by a bloody smell that permeated the entire room.

Tang Jingshu felt a stabbing pain in his right shoulder, pulled half of the light beige curtain with his right hand, and stopped his movements stiffly. When he turned around, he saw the person in front of him sitting on the bed, staring at him with indifferent eyes.

Shen Jiaming's eyes were red, and there was a bit of hatred in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Jiayi is a lunatic, he is just a tool I created to revive Ah Yan."

"Why did he give up the chance to revive Ah Yan? Why?"

Shen Jiaming hated Shen Jiayi for controlling himself with drugs, and also hated Shen Jiayi for giving up their previous plan to revive Ah Yan.

Shen Jiayi wanted to kill him...

Want to occupy his body, want to replace his body...

Tang Jingshu stood there blankly and looked at Shen Jiaming whether he was crying or laughing. He was so numb that he couldn't feel any pain, so he quietly listened to Shen Jiaming's complaints.

"The person who has been controlling you and forcing you to do anything is just Shen Jiayi created by me." Shen Jiaming wanted to destroy everything that Shen Jiayi cherished, "You should have a beautiful life, Shen Jiayi planned all of this, and he wants to turn you into my Ah Yan."

"Why do you always have pictures of Ah Yan's life in your memory? It's because Shen Jiayi implanted a chip in your head..." Shen Jiayi's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and his words became agitated. Heartbroken, he destroyed the chip in your head, he wanted to kill me hahahahaha."

"Just one step away, just one step away, you will become Ah Yan." Shen Jiaming suddenly raised his index finger, muttering non-stop.

Tang Jingshu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, looked at Shen Jiaming like a lunatic, and said indifferently: "Lin Moyan is already dead, there is no way I can become anyone, there is no Lin Moyan in this world, only one Tang Jingshu."

Shen Jiaming got up from the bed suddenly, walked to Tang Jingshu step by step, suddenly squeezed Tang Jingshu's neck with both hands, looked at the other party's flushed face with wide open eyes, and said in a low voice, "Shen Jiayi broke his promise."

"I want to destroy all the things he cherishes."

Tang Jingshu forcefully opened Shen Jiaming's ten fingers with both hands, turned around and bent down to buckle the opponent's back behind him, and subdued him with one move.

With Shen Jiaming's body now, he didn't have the strength to resist Tang Jingshu at all.

After listening to Shen Jiaming's narration quietly, Tang Jingshu was not surprised. Everything just confirmed the guessed answer in his heart.

He never had a chance to refuse to participate in this well-designed game from beginning to end.

It's ridiculous how ironic it is that a game developer falls in love with a player who is forced to play the game.

Tang Jingshu smiled as he watched Shen Jiaming being bound by the quilt and unable to move his hands and feet.

He was puzzled now, did Shen Jiayi disappear?

There were several knocks on the door.

Tang Jingshu squatted on the ground wiping the blood on the ground with a paper towel in his hand. He heard a knock on the door and at the same time a mellow female voice speaking English came to his ears. He slowly looked up at the nurse with a surprised expression.

The nurse came over to ask Tang Jingshu to change into the surgical gown, and waited in the operating room, but he did not expect to see this scene.

She avoided the bloodstains on the ground, and saw Tang Jingshu's striped dark blue short jacket, and the one on the right shoulder was stained with dark red blood, and in a blink of an eye, she looked at Shen Jiaming, who was lying on the bed with bound hands and feet and could not move.

Tang Jingshu didn't know if it was because he had been injured too much by Shen Jiayi's side, so he didn't feel any pain for this small injury, or maybe he had been injured too much, and his heart had already become numb.

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