Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"At present, medication is the main method recommended. For your type of excited suicidal tendencies, you can use drugs like Alprazolam to suppress them. If you want to truly cure it, you must find the source of your illness. This may be a bit troublesome and requires you to discover it yourself. Recently, have you encountered any stimuli or other strange experiences? I couldn't get much useful information from your hypnosis."
Jiang Ya thought for a moment and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, it must be that machine."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and rushed out, leaving Zhou Wei frowning at the medical records on the table.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ya drove angrily straight to the set, speeding all the way. He had made up his mind to destroy the broken machine. However, when he returned to the rest area on the set, he found his assistant furtively fiddling with the Script implanting machine, looking very nervous.
"Damn it, what are you doing!"
The assistant was startled by this shout, and the machine fell to the ground with a bang. She quickly turned around and saw Jiang Ya, her face suddenly turning ugly. She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact.
Jiang Ya's eyes turned fierce as he noticed that the assistant behind the woman was holding a document.
"What are you holding?" Jiang Ya grabbed the assistant and forcefully snatched the item away.
He carefully flipped through it and found that it was the script he was shooting, but the plot had been modified to include a suicide scene. It turned out that his previous inexplicable jumping off the building was actually orchestrated by his assistant. Obviously, the assistant didn't know when he learned about the function of the machine, and was also aware of his habit every time he used the machine, and wouldn't check the script.
"Why do you want to harm me? I raised you, you ungrateful wretch! Get ready to go to jail!" Jiang Ya scolded her.
"Don't, boss, I still have my mother to support at home," the assistant panicked and knelt down.
"You've taken a lot of money, haven't you? You want me dead, and you expect me to let you go?"
The assistant waved her hand vigorously and said with a crying voice, "No, actually... this... all of this was instructed by Miss Song Qing, I..."
"Song Qing?" Jiang Ya was surprised for a moment, but then suddenly realized, "I see, this is all a setup. So this despicable woman is seeking revenge for her father by targeting my father."
At this moment, the female assistant approached and hugged Jiang Ya's thigh, saying, "I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again in the future. My mother is still sick and she can't be without me..."
Jiang Ya smiled and said, "Okay, I'll let you go, but you have to help me with something."
The assistant was stunned for a moment, "What's the matter?"
"Today's events will be considered as if they never happened. You, continue to follow her plan to harm me," Jiang Ya's eyes became terrifying.
12
The night envelops the villa, the moon is obscured by dark clouds, making it very quiet. Song Qing gets out of the taxi in a red dress and looks towards the gate. Jiang Ya doesn't come out to greet her, only dim light seeps through the French windows.
Song Qing walked up to the door, raised her hand to knock, and Jiang Ya suddenly appeared at the French window, staring at her with a gloomy expression.
"You scared me!" Song Qing sighed.
Jiang Ya opened the door: "You're late."
"I ran into some trouble. Are you okay? You look very pale." Song Qing placed the bag on the table and sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Ya coughed a few times and said, "You know what has been happening to me these days, it's like I've encountered some evil spirit."
"I'll go make you some medicine to drink. You should stay at home and rest well these days. It's probably because you've been tired from filming."
After finishing speaking with Song Qing, Jiang Ya went to the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, and began pouring the medicine into a bowl. Sitting next to him, Jiang Ya stared fixedly at Song Qing's figure, and suddenly had a strong premonition in his mind: this woman put poison in the water.
Jiang Ya stared at Song Qing, gritting his teeth. He took a deep breath and took out two bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator, saying, "Have some water too. Your lips look dry."
Song Qing took the mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip: "You should also take the medicine while it's hot. Otherwise, if something happens to your body, your agent will be heartbroken."
Jiang Ya picked up the bowl of medicine on the table, brought it to his lips, and felt that at this moment, Song Qing was urgently hoping for him to drink it, and then watch him die in pain.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." Jiang Ya held the bowl without moving, just staring at Song Qing and murmuring a countdown.
Song Qing was puzzled for a moment, then asked Jiang Ya what she was doing. But soon she felt something was wrong, furrowed her brow, and began to feel dizzy. Before long, everything started spinning, and she blacked out.
Jiang Ya looked at the fallen Song Qing and began to sneer. He threw away the bowl of medicine, took out a hemp rope from the drawer, and tied Song Qing to the chair. After this round of actions, Jiang Ya was sweating all over and started panting, realizing that the mental torment was even more taxing on his body.
After about half an hour, Jiang Ya felt rested. He opened a bottle of mineral water and splashed it on Song Qing's face. Song Qing was suddenly awakened by the water, realizing that she was tightly bound. She struggled for a moment and then glared at Jiang Ya, saying, "You madman, what are you doing?"
"Hmph, lunatic, it's all thanks to you, Miss Liang Ying." Jiang Ya sat on the ground, laughing coldly without stopping.
Comment 0 Comment Count