MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1012 Screening of "Rain in the Day" (End)

The kitchen knife pierced through the pillow that Tian Gang took urgently to block in front of him, and the tip of the knife a few centimeters pierced out, which was very close to the bridge of Tian Gang's eyebrows and nose.

The scene seemed to be in a bullfight, with Mo Sen desperately stabbing the knife down, and Tian Gang using a pillow as a shield to resist, straightforwardly explaining what it means that all ordinary fights are essentially a comparison of strength.

Qiu Xue's sobs were mixed in the sound of the two people exerting their strength. Mo Sen, whose face was covered with shadows due to the backlight, had gloomy eyes and distorted face. There was even a fine crackling sound of sutures bursting, and the forehead soaked in cold sweat was staggered several times from the shaking sharp knife tip.

There was no way to attack and defend at all, but Damon and others outside the screen did not dare to show their anger, for fear that Tian Gang would be stabbed by Mo Sen in the next moment and died on the spot.

"Uh...um...!"

During the wrestling, the sound of police sirens came from a distance, and Mo Sen turned around to look at him with a little attention. Tian Gang took the opportunity to lower his head, squeezed Mo Sen's waist with both hands, and pushed his forehead like a cow through the pillow. Mawson's belly.

"Gah-er!"

Mo Sen was caught off guard and staggered a few steps by Tian Gang who bent forward and bumped him forward.

Crash!

Tian Gang couldn't see where he was and couldn't hold back his strength. Now, the force of this life-and-death struggle brought Mo Sen to smash the window glass. The two fell out of the second floor with the sound of explosions, and the glass shards smashed to the ground.

Qiu Xue, with disheveled hair, opened her eyes wide in horror, and opened her mouth unconsciously.

The short, crisp siren was getting closer and closer, and Tian Gang writhed slowly on the ground covered with debris, and the same was true for Mo Sen, who fell half a meter away beside him, groaning in pain, hugging his hands One of the calves was stuck, but even so, he still stood up first in the end, still clutching the knife tightly in his hand, and was about to attack Tian Gang.

"Police! Don't move!"

Two uniformed police officers rushed out and shouted warnings.

Mo Sen scrambled and grabbed Tian Gang's collar, forcing him to raise his head, and at the same time put the kitchen knife around his neck.

"Go away!"

Mo Sen shouted hoarsely, "If you dare to come over, I will kill this guy!"

A hostage was threatened and the two policemen hesitated. Mo Sen took the opportunity to grab Tian Gang and move back, staggering to the side of the road.

There was a sound of "click, click", and Mo Sen stepped on the road with his bare feet. The leg that was hugged just now was distorted so badly that his walking posture was abnormally deformed, as terrifying as a living corpse.

"Wait!" "Stop!"

The police who followed closely all the way made another sound of shock.

"Leave far away!!"

Mo Sen roared loudly, "If you come into my sight, I will kill him immediately!"

While threatening, he had already approached the private car parked on the side of the road, pulled the rear door of the car with a "click" and pushed Tian Gang, who was in pain, into it, and then opened the driver's door.

There is a man dressed as an office worker inside, holding a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, enjoying the alone rest time of the few men in the society who have a family and a career before the accident.

"Go away!!"

The car door that had been forgotten to be locked was pulled open abruptly, and a thin and hideous strange man in front of him raised a knife and yelled.

"Get out!!" Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, Mo Sen yelled again frantically.

"Huh? Oh, well..."

The office worker answered blankly, but Mo Sen had run out of patience, and rushed forward, "Puff! Puff! Puff!" He stabbed several times, and the interval between the sound of stabbing into the flesh and the sound of blood rushing was extremely short.

He stabbed about three or four times, then reached in with his free hand, randomly pulled out a lump of limp corpses, threw away the office worker whose chest and abdomen were soaked in blood, got into the driver's seat, and pulled car door.

The rear siren whistled, and the flashing police lights could already be seen through the rear window. Mawson fiddled with the car to start the car, and the car fell backwards, knocking down the policeman who raised his hands and shouted "Stop!" to the ground.

The siren of the police car blared two or three times per second, and the injured police officer fell to the ground and held his knees. The vehicle staggered away under the control of Mo Sen, and bumped because it ran over the corpse of an office worker on the way. Twice.

"haha a…"

As the car drove onto the road, Mo Sen grabbed the steering wheel, and Tian Gang, who collapsed in the back seat, struggled weakly, groaning in pain mixed with the sound of intermittent breathing.

The sharp siren was like a sky net, approaching more and more, Tian Gang, with a bloodstain on the side of his face, struggled to get up on the car seat.

He was panting heavily, and at this moment, a piece of soft pure music was inserted unconsciously, which made the harshness of the police car's siren less harsh.

The interior of the car was dim, Tian Gang looked at the back of the driver Sim Mosen, and the picture actually had a strange sense of soothing and warm.

"Mosen..." he persuaded with a hoarse voice, "stop."

"It's so noisy." Mo Sen, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands, responded in a hoarse voice.

"Mo Sen..." Tian Gang insisted on speaking out, his voice was weak because of the injury, and because of this softness, it was peaceful and gentle.

"You, you wouldn't do such a thing before. Why, now you have become such a person..."

Tian Gang panted, "You used to comfort me when I lost to you in games...change the fighting game...to a cooperative game..."

The camera shows the profile of Mo Sen driving.

"You are obviously... a very good..."

"I told you that you are bored to death!!"

Mo Sen yelled hysterically, grabbed the kitchen knife, turned around and stabbed Tian Gang's leg frantically. He stabbed Tian Gang twice or three times in quick succession amidst the latter's miserable screams, and then turned back.

The bright headlights illuminated a graceful figure, with curly hair hanging down the back, and a purple woolen dress.

Mo Sen's pupils shook violently, his body slammed on the brakes before he realized it, and he slammed on the steering wheel. The tires of the private car rubbed against the road surface and let out a sharp sound of "哧—" and passed by the woman who was screaming in panic and holding her head in her hands.

The sudden change left Colton and others in a trance, confused and clueless.

What the **** is this...?

With a "boom", the car did not explode, but the shattered window glass was scattered everywhere.

Several police cars that followed closely stopped nearby, forming a faint arc.

The private car half surrounded by it was dilapidated after overturning, the front window was shattered, the front of the car was cracked and deformed, and smoke was billowing.

Tian Gang's bleak cry of pain resounded again and again.

Hum————

The tinnitus sounded again.

Mo Sen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head slowly. His face was cut from the forehead by flying glass shards, bleeding downwards, but his expression was unprecedentedly bewildered, puzzled and...gentle.

Breathing in pain, Tian Gang and Mo Sen looked at each other.

"...Tian Gang?"

Mo Sen, whose face was covered with blood and sweat, cried softly, his voice was like soft and delicate caramel, and like the tiniest fluff in a feather, softly floating in the dilapidated interior of the car.

Hum————

The high-pitched buzzing was still ringing, Mo Sen blinked his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, showing innocent and pure joy in his expression.

"Tian Gang." He called out again, and smiled slightly, "Ha, you're here."

"……Hey?"

Tian Gang, who was covering his injured arm with one hand, looked at Mo Sen blankly.

"Ah, that's right." Mo Sen's face with deeply gloomy brows revealed a childlike innocence that was extremely inconsistent with it, "I asked you to borrow the game disc before and I have to return it to you..."

As he spoke, he turned around and rummaged in the ruined front seat of the car, murmuring in confusion while searching:

"...Huh? Where's the game disk? Where did I put it...?"

Mo Sen tilted his head in a daze, and raised his voice, "Grandma—where is my CD—and two Cokes—!"

Tian Gang stared at him in a daze, until the sound of hurried footsteps approached, and two police officers wearing police caps rushed over and pulled the driver's door with little window glass, and dragged Mo Sen away from the left and right. In the process of going out, Mo Sen was unable to stand still and fell backwards. They hurriedly grabbed a handful.

Tian Gang watched the police carry Mo Sen away, and soon a third policeman opened the rear door to help him get off.

Mo Sen was held hostage, and he limped towards the direction of the police car. He saw that purple patch again, which was bright, beautiful, vivid, and very impressive.

The policeman who comforted her stood beside the woman in a long woolen skirt, terrified to meet the dazed gaze of the blood-stained man.

Mawson suddenly grinned brightly.

"elder sister-!"

He yelled sweetly, "Thank you—!"

This smile is too sincere and clean, full of sincere gratitude, like a ray of dancing candlelight, it is the maximum heat that a little boy can emit.

The woman who didn't know what was going on was so frightened by the strong sense of disobedience that it was like madness that she shrank back and lost her voice in panic.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The police yelled, half supporting and half restraining Mo Sen to the police car.

"That...that!"

Tian Gang stepped on the ground tremblingly, and screamed out of nowhere.

Mawson and the policeman beside him turned around.

Tian Gang glanced down, and immediately shivered.

That leg, Mo Sen's calf, had lost most of its skin and flesh, and only a bare, **** bone with a few strands of meat sticking to it stood between the ankle and the knee, which was shocking.

Tian Gang's thoughts were stagnant, and he looked up blankly. He saw Mo Sen, who was shaking slightly due to his unsteady standing, squinting and smiling at him. Soft, clear and pure, just like back then.

"Ha, Tian Gang."

Mo Sen smiled happily, "You are welcome to come to my house to play anytime!"

Before the words were finished, a tear fell from his smiling eyes without warning, blocked by the half-dried blood, and slowly ran across his thin, sunken cheeks not so smoothly.

Another drop, another drop.

Tian Gang opened his mouth and his breathing became tight.

He looked at those smiling eyes that were crying tenderly, and under the uncontrollable fear, he pulled out a smile reluctantly, awkwardly:

"Um...okay."

Mo Sen smiled even more happily, like a child who successfully pulled the hook, unaware of the tears, and was forcibly dragged away by two policemen with an idiotic smile on his face, out of Tian Gang's sight.

"..."

Tian Gang was supported with a dull expression. Not far away, Qiu Xue, who had roughly tidied up his appearance, hurried over wrapped in a coat, and took his boyfriend from the police.

"Sir, don't be too scared, he may have damaged his brain in the car accident just now..."

"Are you okay? The ambulance is on the way."

The words of the policeman and Qiu Xue sounded in a low voice one after the other.

"Hmm..." Tian Gang murmured a meaningless syllable subconsciously.

He was supported by Qiu Xue and sat on the side of the road for the time being, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. His head rested on his girlfriend's shoulder, reflecting his devastated eyes slowly closing in exhaustion.

At the same time, Mosen, who was in handcuffs, slowly closed his eyes with a smile in the back seat of the police car.

The picture transitions softly, changing from the late night of the roadside where the fear is still lingering to the bright and clean campus.

"Well, just call you Tian Gang...is that okay?" The sweet and hoarse voice drifted gently.

The clean piano sounds, whispering lyrically. Empty scenes such as slide transitions, corridors, classrooms, tables and chairs, and a corner of the blackboard.

"Well, okay. I too...call you Mo Sen?"

Stairs, basketball hoop, guard room, candied haws at the entrance stall.

"Hmm!...Well, have you talked to other students?"

The green and shaded school path.

"Not yet. You are still the first, Mo Sen, haha."

A crossroads where people come and go.

"That's it...hehe."

Among the crowd who screamed or showed disgust, a woman with heavy makeup stood far away.

"Um."

The bright purple tight vest revealed a touch of white, and the corners of the miniskirt fluttered slightly.

"It's nice to meet you..."

The school pants fell to his ankles, and the teenager, whose face could not be seen clearly, collapsed backwards.

"Me, me too."

The old coat that covered the boy's lower body, the velvet around the hood had turned yellow, whether it was because of the smoke or it had really aged.

"By the way, do you like playing "Special Soldiers"?"

There are pity and concern under the kitsch makeup; the gently faded face and the brightly colored cartoon painted manhole cover in the middle of the road.

"You mean, that little battle game? The one you want to play on the TV with a handle on the TV?"

A bench by the street, a big tree with swaying branches beside the bench, wet dew and a small bouquet of wild flowers on the bench.

"Yeah, that's it!"

Bamboo door curtains blown by the breeze; two pairs of sneakers with muddy uppers in a slightly messy entrance.

"So... do you want to come to my house and play games?"

Sliding windows opened to one side, warm sunlight, and a clean and tidy sink with some traces of time.

"Eh? Can you?"

A sewing kit on the window sill, a small table that folds against the wall, and a striped and floral cushion.

call-

The old-fashioned shaking head electric fan was blowing at a steady pace, and the schoolbags on both shoulders were lazily leaning together. Two figures in school uniforms and shirts were sitting cross-legged in front of the small TV. One was too skinny, and the other had a cute round back , was staring at the TV screen intently, his arms shook occasionally, and his hands were pressed regularly.

The faint youthful voice with reverberation disappeared, replaced by the unconscious humming of the teenager in the picture.

"Ahh..."

"Ah, I'm going to be caught up! Oops...!"

"Oh oh oh, back around, do it again, oh-!"

"Ahahahaha..."

Relaxed and cheerful laughter overlapped, and the slender figure in the two of them reached out to touch it, and turned his head to reveal a side face that was a bit too fair.

"Grandma! Pour two Cokes—!"

The screen gradually darkened. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Amid the gentle and gentle sound of the piano, the cast and crew list slowly went up.

Qin Jue

He Chang

Wang Ming

Li Hongchuan

Gao Mulong

Zhen Chuchu

"Day Rain"

4200+

Late, but well done.

(end of this chapter)