The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 311: Let Uncle taste this batch of goods
Lei Zhong walked out of the room, carrying the flickering old-fashioned kerosene lamp.
The dim yellow light cast a small, wavering patch in front of him.
His tall figure was stretched into a distorted shadow, imprinted on the decaying wooden wall.
Jiang Ci didn't make a sound, tightening his grip on the dagger in his hand, and followed.
The mountain path was muddy, and damp, cold mist coiled around their ankles like snakes.
The entire village had fallen into a deathly silence, every household's doors and windows tightly shut.
Only the occasional muffled bark of a dog, smothered by the fog, came from the distant woods.
Lei Zhong walked steadily, his military boots sinking into the muck.
He remained silent, and that silence itself was an intangible pressure, enveloping Jiang Ci behind him.
Jiang Ci's nerves were stretched taut like a bowstring.
The Jiang He he was playing was following a capricious devil towards a completely unknown destination.
After walking for about ten minutes, they stopped before a cliff face.
The cliff was covered in dense vines and vegetation, indistinguishable from the surrounding mountains.
But in the faint light of the kerosene lamp, two blurry human figures could be seen standing behind the foliage.
Lei Zhong walked forward, and the two background actors immediately stood ramrod straight, the objects in their hands gleaming coldly in the dark.
They were guns.
Lei Zhong didn't speak, merely bringing his face close to the light.
The guards saw his face clearly, and one of them immediately turned around, parting the thick vines.
He revealed a narrow opening just wide enough for one person to pass through.
The other guard stopped Jiang Ci.
He used the barrel of his gun to jab Jiang Ci's chest with moderate force.
His other hand began roughly patting him down, from top to bottom, not missing a single corner.
Jiang Ci's body stood rigidly, allowing that unfamiliar hand to roam inside and outside his clothes.
Finally, the man fished out the modified phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and expressionlessly stuffed it back in.
The guard nodded at him, indicating he could enter.
Passing through the narrow, slippery opening, the sight before him made Jiang Ci forget how to breathe for a moment.
A natural cavern of unimaginable size.
And beneath this primitive wonder, was a modern factory.
Rows of stainless steel reaction kettles emitted white steam, producing a continuous, low rumble.
Pipes as thick as arms crisscrossed, connecting to various props and instruments Jiang Ci couldn't understand.
This was a set the film crew had painstakingly constructed in advance.
It had to be said, the scene reproduction was incredibly realistic!
Dozens of background actors wearing white full-body protective suits and gas masks,
moved busily and skillfully between various stations, silent as they worked.
The camera followed Jiang Ci's perspective, slowly panning across the entire factory.
In a corner, waterproof tarps covered piles of semi-finished products.
On the other side, several workers were packing the freshly produced finished products into vacuum-sealed bags.
That snow-white powder was blindingly bright under the strong lights.
Seeing that expanse of pure white, Jiang Ci's stomach convulsed violently again.
The nausea stirred by the sickly sweetness of the cake in the villa surged madly up his throat.
He subconsciously equated these prop powders with the real devil that could destroy countless families.
"How is it?"
Lei Zhong's voice sounded by his ear. He had somehow walked to Jiang Ci's side, his expression smug.
"This is your uncle's territory."
He stretched out his hand, gesturing across the busy, sinful scene before them.
"Ah He, from now on, you have a share in this place too."
Jiang Ci didn't respond immediately.
His fingers inside his wide pant pocket tapped rapidly and silently,
trying to activate the hidden GPS function in that modified phone, even if it could only send out a faint signal.
No response.
There was a signal jammer here.
Jiang He's last hope was completely extinguished.
Lei Zhong seemed pleased with his silence, leading him through the factory at a leisurely pace.
He stopped from time to time, pointing at a reaction kettle, explaining those complex chemical processes.
Jiang Ci listened quietly, trying hard to remember every detail.
They finally stopped before a workbench covered with an anti-static cloth. On it lay a row of freshly produced "finished products."
Lei Zhong suddenly picked up a small metal spoon and scooped up a spoonful of snow-white powder from one of the bags.
He held that spoon out before Jiang Ci.
"Ah He."
His voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.
"Taste this for your uncle. See how this batch of goods is."
The surrounding air instantly grew thick.
All the rumbling and human voices faded away in an instant.
In Jiang Ci's world, there was only this small spoon holding white powder before him.
The spoon was silver. The powder was white.
Under the stark white light, it gleamed with a deadly allure.
In the script, this scene was another life-or-death multiple-choice question for Jiang He.
Jiang Ci looked at the spoon, not immediately taking it.
He knew any trace of hesitation at this moment would be captured by those murky eyes behind him.
He couldn't show fear, much less resistance.
He had to keep acting.
Act the part of an addict filled with greed and craving for this stuff.
Act the part of an ambitious man trying to get a piece of the pie in this white kingdom.
He slowly reached out and took the spoon.
His movements were steady.
But at an angle no one could see, he pressed the phone in his pocket tightly against his thigh,
barely managing to control the trembling born from physiological instinct.
He didn't directly put the prop powder into his mouth.
He slowly brought the spoon to the tip of his nose, tilting it slightly.
With a forcefully restrained inhale, he drew that pungent smell into his lungs.
The churning in his stomach grew worse.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, lifted his face, and looked at Lei Zhong.
His voice was tight from extreme suppression:
"The color is too white."
He paused, then continued:
"The temperature wasn't controlled well. During the final crystallization step, the heat was too high."
In the script, Jiang He was very familiar with the smell of drugs. Jiang Ci imitated this demeanor perfectly.
After speaking, he no longer looked at Lei Zhong's reaction, preparing to put that spoonful of powder into his mouth to personally verify his judgment.
Behind the monitor, Jiang Wen's body jerked forward.
Lei Zhong looked at Jiang Ci,
not expecting him to give such a response.
This was no longer simply getting into character.
This kid had genuinely turned himself into a criminal pursuing ultimate purity.
Just as Jiang Ci's fingers were about to bring the spoon to his mouth—
Cha Cai, played by Lei Zhong, suddenly acted.
He snatched the spoon from Jiang Ci's hand, flicked his wrist, and poured all the powder inside onto the ground.
A sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Just kidding."
Lei Zhong slowly straightened up, leaning close to Jiang Ci's ear.
"This batch of goods... has something extra mixed in."
"Specially prepared for those 'disobedient people'."
