MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1007 "Rain in the Day" Screening (14)

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Mo Sen panted heavily and straightened his back.

His hands were covered with blood, and his clothes and trousers were also stained with many bloodstains. His body was stuck tightly due to the double soaking of blood and sweat, and he looked as thin as skin and bones. However, there was no obvious turbulence on his expression, only the tiredness of relaxation.

If you just look at this face, it's hard to think that Mo Sen killed someone just now. You can only think that this guy has just finished his physical work, and he hasn't recovered from his exhaustion at this time.

The kitchen knife was still stuck on the policeman's body, but Mo Sen ignored it. He went to the side and squatted down, reaching for the bag in the waist of the police uniform.

There was a rustling sound, and he pulled out a pistol.

Damon and the others choked for a while.

It is not only because Mo Sen, who is already scary enough, has acquired even more terrifying weapons, but also because he recalled that the patrolman obviously had a gun, but he could only resist when Mo Sen went crazy and stabbed him with a knife. Before he could open it, he was stabbed to death with a knife.

The atmosphere of fear spread further, unlike watching the murder scene just now, it was a feeling of lingering fear and uneasiness.

The camera cuts, Mawson staggers forward, and a malicious voice-over sounds.

"Go to hell, you rubbish."

"Die."

"go to hell."

"It's pathetic to keep a waste like you."

All kinds of voices, from one person's sentence to twos and threes, are stacked together without even reverberation. They are the nightmare whispers that have remained in Mo Sen's head for years.

"There is no value in survival, you."

"Go to hell."

"Why are you still panting?"

Mawson started to shake his head, and slapped and smashed his right hand on the head.

That sharp and ear-piercing hum reverberated again, like the movement of a badly connected microphone in a speaker, pulling out a sharp line in the cranial cavity, cutting and grinding every pain nerve.

"Quickly die."

"I told you to die!"

"Don't be so excited."

"That's right, just kill everyone."

"They were all slaughtered."

"Give me all to die!"

The voices reverberating in every corner of my mind became more and more excited. In addition to those unfamiliar voices, Mo Sen's hoarse voice became more distinct, and roaring mixed with it.

"what--"

Mo Sen, who was walking on the street, was so tortured that he lowered his head and quickened his pace, uttering low whispers on the verge of collapse.

"I want to eat barbecue..." he said out of boredom.

"You're going to die!" he said excitedly and angrily.

"Kill! Kill them all!" he said hysterically.

The schizophrenic reverberation in the brain stops at random bit switching, but even viewers who don't understand the director's handling can understand that the sounds never stop, they always stay in Mawson's mind, tormenting day and night he.

wind chime.

Mo Sen, dressed in black and black trousers, went straight into the coffee shop where Qiu Xue worked, ignoring the strange eyes of everyone, looking around while walking, and bumping the tables and tableware of other customers with a sudden crisp sound on the way.

He walked to the deepest place and looked around, but still didn't find the figure in the target, and walked quickly back to the cashier near the entrance and exit, opened his mouth and said:

"Hey, where is the woman named Qiu Xue who works here?"

The male cashier was a little hesitant, but he didn't dare not answer: "Qiu Xue...she resigned yesterday."

Mo Sen left without saying a word.

…

Boom!

The cheap canvas shoes kicked heavily on the door, leaving black and gray mud marks.

Bang, boom, boom.

Mo Sen continued to kick the door, with his mouth slightly open, as if he had failed to solve the problem and had no other choice but to sulk with the problem.

The neighbor's door was pushed open from the inside by a hand.

The man who had met Mo Sen and reminded Qiu Xue came out with a slightly annoyed expression on his slippers:

"I said, what on earth do you want to do? If this continues, I will call the police!"

Mo Sen drew his gun directly.

Next update: 9:30.

(end of this chapter)

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