MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1013 1 thought

The ending subtitles went on in silence for nearly a minute, and when the four characters "Wenhe Entertainment" left at the end faded and disappeared, the giant silver screen completely returned to darkness.

Private movie halls rely on the owner's free settings, unlike movie theaters that will turn on the lights by default at the end of the movie show. Damon and the others stared at the floodlit screen in the dark and waited for a short while before realizing that the story called "Day Rain" had come to an end. Whether it was Tian Gang who escaped from death, Qiu Xue, and the murderous Mo Sen, are already far away from them outside the screen, like dream bubbles, ready to shatter at the touch of a button.

What broke the silence was a crackling sound.

"Oh shit."

The four present were startled, and the instigator, Roberto, bent down in a rare panic to pick up the dropped thing—that was the drink he had held in his hand a long time ago. However, because he was engrossed in watching the movie, he had already unconsciously forgotten about it, and just now he loosened his hand unconsciously, which caused the cup and the remaining liquid in it to be spilled embarrassingly.

"Hey, watch out!"

When Roberto picked up the dripping drink glass and looked up, he accidentally bumped into the small round table with snacks. Jasper was startled by the continuous noise, complaining and fearful.

"Ah." A belated voice sounded, and Colton, who came back to his senses, turned his head and noticed the chaos around him, and blurted out habitually, "Well, I'll clean it up—"

While he was talking, Damon, who was sitting on the other side, just pressed the remote control to wake up the wall lights in the theater.

Jasper and Roberto, who was covering his head with his hands, met those eyes directly.

Dark brown eyes, still misty and with tears at the corners.

The strange dead silence spread at the speed of light. Colton looked blankly at the two men with stiff faces. For a moment, he didn't know what he said wrong, and turned his head to Damon with a little panic, and looked at Damon for help.

Damon's heart skipped a beat when he met this gaze.

Very clean, very innocent, confused emotions are clearly written in the eyes, like a devil who has not yet grown up and knows nothing about the world, there are young wings waving behind the butterfly bone, only one step away is heaven Or hell's choice.

like...

Just like Mawson.

Damon's mind was buzzing. He vaguely saw Jasper and Roberto behind Colton with their mouths wide open, trying to express something silently and desperately with their eyes or mouth movements, but he couldn't care less about these, violently The sound of his heartbeat was about to overwhelm his sanity, and at this moment Damon felt very clearly that he was "holding something", holding the fate of Colton-Mowson-holding his own life and death.

He Ye, who was paralyzed by the tree and was inhuman;

Cao Hao with a shovel head embedded in the back of his neck;

Su Qi with blood all over her face and hands;

White-collar workers with sanitary napkins stuck to their underwear;

Employees who are off work as usual and have unexpected accidents;

Staff wives who were raped and murdered at home;

Patrolman in uniform pierced by a kitchen knife;

The neighbor who shot a **** hole in the face and shot his head;

Wang Dali, struggling and kneeling on the ground clutching his crotch;

Qiu Xue with blood soaked in the cloth covering her face;

An office worker who was stabbed to death and thrown out of the car;

Facing Mo Sen, Tian Gang with tears in his eyes.

One face, another face.

Painful, twisted, and horrific.

A flashback of the video screen flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern, and the feeling of suffocation lingered in my throat like I was dying. It felt like a long time, actually only a few seconds later, Damon's throat moved, and he raised his finger tremblingly to point at Colton's red nose, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle and gentle.

"...you seem to be crying, Colton," he said carefully.

"Oh, huh?"

Colton was stunned, and touched his face helplessly. Sure enough, when he touched the trace of wetness, his whole face turned red immediately, and he quickly wiped it with his palm and sleeve.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't find out...uh, I don't know why..."

Damon, Jasper, and Roberto looked at each other, reading the lingering fear on each other's faces. Colton was still wiping his face indiscriminately, no different from his previous shy and embarrassed appearance, but all kinds of overlapping forced the other three people to feel fear and even awe from the bottom of their hearts—it was too similar, wasn't it? Situation, figure, eyes, even tears.

Movies, of course, cannot match reality. But if the movie depicts reality, how to judge?

If Colton is regarded as Mawson, Damon and others are the most clear about the position of Damon and others in the story.

Jasper tentatively handed over the tissue in silence.

This action turned on the switch of showing goodwill. Damon comforted him unnaturally. Roberto didn't know what to do, but he looked over with serious and cautious eyes. Colton was flattered by his care, so he hurriedly thanked him.

"Uh, your coffee is cold, do you want a new one? I mean, hot cocoa or something, maybe it will help calm the mood?"

Damon asked cautiously.

Colton, who was still embarrassed, looked at Damon and blinked. He suddenly read many complicated thoughts from Damon's eyes: nervousness, fear, fear, anxiety, flattery, caring... These eyes seem to be It became a mirror, allowing Colton to see himself from the past to the present.

"Damon is afraid of me".

This cognition made Colton stunned for a while. He subconsciously went to see Jasper and Roberto, and unexpectedly caught similar content from the expressions of the two.

Respect and fear piled up in the air. This was a treatment that Colton had never had before. He suddenly sat on the highest seat, overlooking his "friends" who once regarded him as an ant and were out of reach. , his brain was filled with indescribable vanity and satisfaction, so that the back of his head was light, as intoxicated as if he had just finished drinking a cocktail.

They are all afraid of me.

Fear me, so care about me, so please me.

Why? Colton's not dull mind came up with the answer easily. If he knows that there is an idiom in the distant Longzhou called "a fox pretends to be a tiger", he will definitely use it to admit that he is the thin fox. It was Mawson, all because of Mawson. His ferocity and terror left a deep impression (or shadow) on Damon and the others, and he, who was lucky to be similar to Mawson, enjoyed the honor of being awed off-screen.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be elevated.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be feared.

The evil thought was caught off guard and spit out a snake letter from the bottom of Colton's heart. He was short of breath, and felt a voice in his head shouting "Let them kneel down!", and there were sharp laughter: "Otherwise, kill them!"" Even if it’s just lip service, it’s fun, isn’t it?”

The beating of his heart was like a drum in his ears, and Colton was dizzy. He could almost see the scenes in his dreams—he was highly respected, he was the center of attention wherever he went, he was surrounded by a group of friends, he was The undoubted decision-maker among them, none of them will go against his wishes, all of them make friends with him, chat with him, take walks, share meals, and play football.

It turns out that I can become a "king"?

Just be like Mawson.

Just be like Mawson and make people afraid of me.

Just be like Mawson.

The repeated words wrapped Colton's rationality like smooth silk, and he fell into a fairyland, "Now it's time to stand up, let them keep fearing me"—these thoughts hovered in his mind, before his eyes It seems that there is a gorgeous door glowing with silver light, as long as you push it open, there will be a burst of vigorous pleasure, so refreshing that you can't extricate yourself.

—.

A sincere and bright smile suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

One drop after another, tears flowed across the blood stains and pooled on his chin.

The door-like illusory silver light instantly lost its disguise, revealing its true colors: the tip of a kitchen knife.

Colton suddenly woke up, and shivered uncontrollably. His mind was filled with complicated thoughts and the intracranial sensation of suddenly falling from the clouds to reality, and he was dizzy again. After waking up to the shock and fear, he stretched out his hand to touch his back, and felt cold sweat on his hand. Together with the sound of his heartbeat, he reminded him how terrible it was just standing at the crossroads of good and evil.

"You, are you okay?" Damon was quite frightened by Colton's appearance.

"…fine, thank you."

Colton swallowed in horror, unfolded the crumpled tissue Jasper handed him again, and wiped his face vigorously from forehead to chin.

"Sorry, Damon... did you just ask me if I wanted hot cocoa? If it doesn't bother you." His voice was hoarse and tired from the aftermath.

"Oh, oh! Of course!" Damon reacted and immediately went to call the nanny.

He got up not so calmly (and almost turned over the small round table), as if he had found a suitable reason, he walked quickly to the door of the private theater, leaving Jasper and Roberto still in shock.

"Aunt Mila!"

Damon greeted him, only then did he realize that his voice was trembling slightly, "A cup of hot cocoa, maybe a hot towel!"

"What?" Mira, the nanny who is agile and diligent but has not so good ears, came up to her, "Do you need this?"

"Which one?"

Damon was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw a bunch of things from the tray in Mira's hand, which were masks with grotesque patterns, two or three toy water guns, and orange and lemon juice.

The long-standing prank plan accumulated in the corner of memory caught Damon off guard, and he took a sudden breath: "No, no, no! No! Take them all away! No more need!"

Damon's beating heart still couldn't stop, and he could even feel sweat oozing out and flowing down his forehead.

He recalled Colton's expression and shocking performance just now, and the invisible panic seized his internal organs again - he was sure that the frail Colton's dark brown eyes really flashed for a few seconds. The man's fierce light seemed to want to kill him—help, help, I was wrong, I was scared, and I didn't want to die yet.

Damon quickly returned to his seat with hot cocoa and a hot towel. He handed them to Colton with an almost humble expression. Thank you softly, with gratitude and a little discomfort in his eyes, Damon was watched so gently, and there was a strong sense of gratitude, as if the blade on the neck was moved a few centimeters, "don't kill him" is already This rare kindness should be grateful to Dade.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he notice the complicated expressions of Jasper and Roberto.

What's wrong?

Damon asked silently with his eyes, or should I say "ask for advice".

Jasper opened his mouth, and Damon struggled to lip-read him, saying the word "apology."

…really!

Damon felt as if he had been hit in the head with a sap. He looked at Colton, who was swallowing hot cocoa with his head down. For the first time in history, just facing the back of that furry head made his scalp numb with tension.

It was very quiet in the private theater where the movies were not being relayed any more. Damon was fidgeting. After a while, he caught sight of the moment when Colton put down his cup. He seized the opportunity and said:

"I'm sorry, Colton."

Colton curled up his hand holding the hot cocoa, showing Damon's familiar awkward expression: "Uh, uh...thank you?"

He whispered again: "It's okay."

Speaking, Colton smiled slightly, it was a friendly smile.

Damon, who was still in a state of anxiety, froze for a moment, feeling his lifted heart being gently supported by "something", and it was only then that he was stung by a sour feeling. Had there been a mirror nearby, he would have seen his complexion as Jasper's and Roberto's.

That is…

Shame and guilt truly out of conscience.

Damon's face was burning hot, and he roughly guessed what kind of conversation Jasper, Roberto and Colton had had in his absence. "I'm so sorry," he repeated mutteringly, "you know, I mean the old—"

Looking back at the past from the perspective of the bully, Damon himself felt childish and ridiculous. After all, why was he bullying Colton? Is there any reason why it must be done?

No, really not, I just thought this guy shouldn't resist, just thought he could have some fun, so he did it.

Very stupid, very uneducated, very arrogant behavior.

"Colton wants to be friends with them", couldn't he see it, Damon?

That's right, it's really weird, isn't it just to be friends? Why did Colton's kindness and overtures be so cruel and arrogant at the beginning as a reason to bully him unscrupulously?

"Well, those... are fine." Colton's voice comforted by the hot drink became softer and softer, and he smiled embarrassedly, "Damon, if you can take the initiative to talk to me, I'm already very happy."

Damon murmured, "But...it's like washing balls..."

"It's just a favor between friends...it's really okay, I don't mind." Colton still smiled gently.

"Cough, yes, it's my turn to bring drinks next time!" Roberto interrupted, "Let's take turns!"

Jasper hurriedly said, "Yes, next time it will be me."

Colton pursed his lips, and cast a grateful look: "Okay, then I will...you're welcome."

"That's right." Damon leaned over and said, "If you have any thoughts—especially unhappiness and dissatisfaction—just say it directly. We were wrong before. Sorry."

Colton's eyes were slightly red, and he put down the hot cocoa in embarrassment, picked up a hot towel and applied it to his face (no one laughed at him, they were all watching with concern). After a while, Colton put down the towel and sniffed, whispering:

"Actually...it's scary."

"What?" Damon asked.

"I just saw that you were all afraid of me. For a moment, I enjoyed that feeling... I almost couldn't help but want to order you, insult you, and become a very cruel and inhuman thug like Mo Sen..."

Colton breathed out with difficulty, "That's not right. I just want to play with you... Besides, if you really use violence to force you to be friends with me... can you really gain friendship? Thinking about it is terrifying ..."

Jasper groaned, covering his face with one hand.

"It's scary, I beg you, Colton, please don't do it," he said.

"I think so too." Colton continued Jasper's words naturally, "It's a horrible feeling to almost do something wrong..."

"That's better than you." Roberto sighed. "You almost, we've done something wrong—you better hurry up and ask me to run errands to buy drinks, I'm serious. This feeling of conscience is too much." It's hard."

Colton couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, since you can speak your mind..." He scratched the freckles on his cheeks shyly, "Can I play football with you next time? I practiced secretly before, maybe I can still pass the ball of."

"Okay!" Damon responded immediately, and now he was the one with grateful eyes, "...Thank you, Colton."

To be able to forgive them, this guy is too kind and sincere.

How lucky it is to have such a sincere friend, why have I never seriously thought about it before and reflected on it.

"Uh, nothing to thank... eh?" Colton said sheepishly. "I'm happy to be accepted... I'm really happy. Well, next time I'll remember to just say it when I'm uncomfortable. Haha, I was too timid before, I don’t know how to make friends..."

He inhaled slightly, feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable from the inside out, and felt drowsy because of this peace of mind and satisfaction, and yawned uncontrollably.

"Ha, I heard that this thing will spread... Haha. UU Read Book www.uukanshu.com" Jasper yawned and muttered, "Well, it is indeed contagious."

Colton and Damon laughed together.

"It's already at this point, go to sleep, guys!" Roberto said while picking up the porcelain plate with a few fried chicken nuggets and handing it to Jasper and Colton, "Damon! Where should we sleep? ?”

"Come with me." Damon smiled, "Hey, be careful, there is a step here."

"Thank you." Colton, who was still holding hot cocoa, replied with a smile.

A group of four walked out of the private movie hall back and forth, their figures blended together harmoniously in the night, and there were occasional conversations, mixed with casual laughter.

4900+, in addition to today's (12.13) share, the 12.7 share was made up.

two years.

(end of this chapter)