MTL - There’s No God in Show Business-Chapter 1 wedge
The thick European-style curtains were tightly pulled, and only a small amount of light leaked into the room. The room was dark and cold, as if the light had not been seen by the wind for many days. Only a thin but strong figure sat paralyzed. Long light green fabric sofa. The small glass tea table was cluttered with stacks of ashtrays, and the mess was not enough to describe this room full of wine and musty smell.
Qi Wenyuan threw the newspaper that had been crumpled in his hands and smashed it to the ground. His long legs stretched hard toward the coffee table. After the action, the sound of something broke. The crystal ashtray smashed into a pile of broken particles on the ground. The ground soot adds to the messiness of the ground.
Qi Wenyuan raised his pants, tightened his belt, got up, took the car key, and went out. When he walked to the door and saw the full-length mirror in front of the door, he just stunned and opened the door, as if the decadent pale man in the mirror was not himself.
As soon as I got out of the villa area, I saw crowds of people, at least seven or eighty. Qi Wenyuan glanced at his face coldly and drove straight ahead, regardless of his mind, a funny idea flashed in his mind—probably some newspapers, magazines, and televisions across the country sent someone.
The speed was fast, and there was still a little traffic jam during the late rush hour. Qi Wenyuan drove 120 yards without speeding down to Tianyu Entertainment.
The 35-story small high-rise office building has clear windows, and the sun is shining on the glass curtain wall with a cool and unpopular color. Qi Wenyuan stopped the car in front of Tianyu Building regardless of the fine, opened the door and broke into the crowded sea.
"Mr. Qi Wenyuan, when did you and Mr. Pan Lun break up?"
"Mr. Qi Wenyuan, what have you been doing these two days since you disappeared? May I ask what secret agreement you have reached with Mr. Pan Lun?"
"Mr. Qi Wenyuan ..."
The microphone with a thin layer of sponge was squeezed one by one in front of Qi Wenyuan's face. The crowd was suddenly pushing and crowding. I do n’t know who pushed it hard. A man with glasses stepped forward in an unstable manner. The broadcast microphone Hitting Wen Wenyuan's lips fiercely, not long after, blood stains oozed out of Hu Zhe's overwhelming lips.
"Qi ..."
The reporter caught the opportunity and was just about to ask something, and suddenly saw Qi Wenyuansen's cold and dark eyes staring coldly at himself. The eyes were as calm as stagnant water, without emotion. There was a sudden chill in his body, and he swallowed back the words that had suddenly come into his throat.
It seemed as if an opportunity had been opened, just like the window-breaking effect. The noisy reporter crowd just now quieted down. Everyone held their breath and looked at Qi Wenyuan, who was pale and pale, and stopped talking.
Qi Wenyuan looked back and looked up at the top floor of the building. Unfortunately, the reflection of the glass curtain wall made him see nothing.
In the next second, his gaze was straight ahead, and the crowd voluntarily made a way as Moses separated the Red Sea. Qi Wenyuan raised his legs step by step, and slowly approached the gate of Tianyu.
The elevator went up all the way, and it was rare to rise to the 33rd floor without blocking the suspension.
Qi Wenyuan walked out of the elevator expressionlessly, and high-end leather shoes made a rattling noise on the marble floor. Some noisy 33 floors in the past did not know why it was so quiet today, but no one was visible in the entire corridor.
But Qi Wenyuan has no mood to care about these now.
He walked straight to the top office and stopped, hesitating for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the magnificent mahogany painted wooden door.
"Come in." A familiar voice sounded from inside the house, and good sound insulation can only hear a little in this quiet to weird environment.
Qi Wenyuan pressed the doorknob and entered the door, as in the past years.
Pan Lun seemed to know he would come, and was sitting on a black leather chair with his hands on each other, leaning against the soft and comfortable back, watching Qi Wenyuan approaching step by step.
Qi Wenyuan's eyes calmly looked at the ordinary Pan Lun, the invasion of years still left a little footprint on the other's face, the skin is no longer smoother than a decade ago, and fine lines gradually intruded into the corner of the eye.
Qi Wenyuan sneered. The handsome face is the familiarity that I have seen for more than ten years, but the indifference of the eyes is stranger I have never seen.
"Wen Yuan." Pan Lun first broke the silence.
Qi Wenyuan looked cold, just watching but never speaking.
The 33-storey height completely isolates the outside noise, even if the reporters downstairs are arguing hot, they can't affect the two people now.
Pan Lun sighed helplessly, and said, "Wen Yuan, I'm really wrong. But, I really want to get married."
After waiting for a long time, when Pan Lun could no longer sit still, Qi Wenyuan suddenly looked up and looked at Pan Lun Yin and asked, "Why don't you tell me earlier?"
Pan Lun got up and walked towards Qi Wenyuan, sighing as he walked, "I can't do anything about family marriage, we can still be together in the future. I was afraid of hurting you and made you mistake ..." He just arrived Qi Wenyuan raised his hand next to him and tried to touch Qi Wenyuan's shoulder, but the latter suddenly patted him away. There was no power at all, and the back of his hand turned red immediately.
"Wen Yuan?" Pan Lun seemed to face up to the abnormal start of Qi Wenyuan's entrance from now on. He looked at his lover's cold and deep expression and swallowed a little in fear, then stepped back.
Qi Wenyuan looked up, still no expression on his face.
"Pan Lun, do you remember what I said before the rooftop promised you eleven years ago?"
Pan Lun looked at Qi Wenyuan's strange eerie appearance and hesitated for a while, but he didn't remember it at all, let alone 11 years had passed. So he just shook his head silently.
Suddenly, Qi Wenyuan's lips opened a cold and terrible arc. He stared at Pan Lun with gentle eyes, and said softly, "Let's go to the rooftop to recall the memories. Okay, Allen?"
Pan Lun saw his strange look and of course shook his head and refused: "We are still here ... ah ..." The voice suddenly turned into a miserable exclaim, and blood rolled down from the cold blade's tip.
Pan Lun stared at Qi Wenyuan in horror, covering her abdomen with her hands, but still couldn't stop a little blood leaking. Pan Lun was scared to see Qi Wenyuan lift the tip of the knife close to his face, and smear red blood on his cheek.
"Allen, would you say OK?"
Suddenly Pan Lun was scared to act. He never knew that Qi Wenyuan was such a lunatic!
"Allen, okay?" Qi Wenyuan repeated it again, with that weird gentle smile, and Pan Lun suddenly felt that his legs were out of his control, and when he returned to God, he was on the rooftop.
The cold wind in the high-rises in the summer was very cool and comfortable, but Pan Lun now only felt a chill from his bones. This was a horrible chill that could not be scorched even in the hot sun, which made Pan Lun's feet tremble a little.
The area of the roof above the 35th floor of Tianyu is not small, but it is probably old because there are few people coming up, it has accumulated a lot of dust, but there is no debris.
Qi Wenyuan seemed to be walking around the rooftop very happily. The excitement made Pan Lun a little sigh of relief. When he was about to speak, a white light flashed. He exclaimed, his shirt was cut open on his arm. There was also a blood stain that was neither shallow nor deep.
"Ah, Allen, are you okay. Why are you so careless?" Qi Wenyuan looked at Pan Lun with a pretentious surprise, wondering if he should praise him for his superb acting skills, apparently he is not too confused, but he made this expression at this moment. Qi Wenyuan, even if his face was scumble and decadent, it didn't make people feel out of place, but it was a little ... cute.
Pan Lun bit his teeth in pain and couldn't speak.
Qi Wenyuan approached Pan Lun with a short knife in his hand and said, "Did you really remember, Allen?"
Pan Lun took a few steps back because of his movement, but his tall body was a little huddled at this moment.
Qi Wenyuan grinned and said, "Let me think about it for you."
Qi Wenyuan then jumped and stretched his arms to look at the sky in an embrace, as if to embrace the blue sky.
He laughed loudly and cried out loudly, "Pan Lun, I told you at the time, I grew up watching Qi Wenyuan's parents fighting, and they kept arguing and arguing until they died. So ... "
The arc of Qi Wenyuan ’s lips increased by a few degrees. He lowered his head and gently looked at Pan Lun, who was retreating because of fear, and said with a smile, “So, I hate quarrels most. Why do you say quarrels, who knows this? Will he die after a quarrel? "
Pan Lun covered his wound in the abdomen with his left hand, and stroked the blood stains on his left arm with his right hand. There was a bad hunch in his heart, and staying here with this madman, I am afraid something will happen!
"Wen ... Wen Yuan, it's all my fault. I ... I should tell you earlier."
Qi Wenyuan smiled and asked: "Tell me what?"
Pan Lun said dry throat: "I ... I want to marry Chen Chen's Qianjin Chen ... Chen Ru. I really want to tell you, I ... Ah ..."
The cold, **** blade directly hit Pan Lun's throat, and he felt a pain in his neck, probably already scratched.
"Allen, don't mention these unpleasant things, if you mention them, we'll have to fight."
"Okay ... Okay, I ... I don't mention I don't mention! Wen Yuan, don't impulse, we will go down now, I will cancel the wedding immediately!" Pan Lun whispered in his heart, secretly vowed to arrest the police as soon as he got out of sleep Got this lunatic!
Qi Wenyuan bent his eyes funny and said with a smile, "Allen, do you know that you have a very cute habit," he paused and continued, "when you lie, your left ear will pan. It's red. "
The cold knife edge slid down Pan Lun's neck all the way to his left ear. Qi Wenyuan took a sigh of relief and said, "Now, it's so red here."
Pan Lun's eyes tightened all at once, and his brain quickly turned. He took the opportunity to kick Qi Wenyuan to the ground, raised his foot, kicked the short knife away, and then hurried to the elevator.
Before taking two steps, Pan Lun suddenly stopped, and then the whole person lost his center of gravity and fell backward. The back waist muscle hit the fence fiercely, and his eyes were squeezed together with pain. But Pan Lun wasn't crying in any mood now. He was scared looking at the people who were closer to him, but couldn't step back, because ... half of his body was out of the fence!
Qi Wenyuan bent down, still the gentle smile, and said softly, "Aren, do you think it's cool here?"
"Go!" Without the threat of the knife, Pan Lun also felt a little bit energetic. He turned Qi Wenyuan over hard and pressed the body with his body, causing the other side to hit the fence equally hard.
Qi Wenyuan grunted, and there was a pain in his waist. However, he gritted his teeth, and deliberately increased the smile on his lips, saying, "Allen, I remember that we had never been better than me before. Why did you suddenly have such strength?"
Qi Wenyuan's arms clasped Pan Lun's waist to make the other party unable to escape. Suddenly, Pan Lun saw someone downstairs who noticed an abnormality on the rooftop. He was more confident in his heart and shouted, "Wen Yuan, don't do stupid things. , Okay, let go, let's go down. "
Qi Wenyuan naturally noticed the subtle changes in his expression. He sneered in his heart, but his face played a lunatic drama again. "Okay Allen, let's go down now. If we go downstairs at this position, it will be faster." During the talk, he pressed Pan Lun against the fence again.
The people downstairs finally found the abnormality on the rooftop, and the reporters took pictures and records. After a while, one person remembered the alarm, and someone informed the Tianyu security guard to go to the rooftop to take a look.
All eyes widened and looked at the two little black dots upstairs. They all knew that the biggest news this year is probably today! They even thought about the title, ...
Because the distance was so far away, they could only see two small black dots shaking constantly. The photos are taken one by one, and the advanced SLRs with tens of millions of pixels can only capture the approximate figure of two people.
As everyone waited patiently for the firefighters to come, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and the rest of the reporters took the camera and looked up, and saw a small black spot falling downstairs, the speed was increasing. The faster and faster, the more scared the crowd immediately ran to avoid.
It was only five or six seconds. After listening to a thick landing sound of "bang—", someone's body was hit on the ground. The bold journalist walked over with trembling, and only listened to someone shouting--
"It's Qi Wenyuan! It's Qi Wenyuan!"
