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"What do you mean, Liang Ying? What are you trying to say?" Song Qing struggled again.
Jiang Ya clicked her tongue and said, "Tsk tsk, even at death's door you still won't admit it. You're really good at acting. Dare you say that you didn't have ulterior motives for getting close to me?"
Jiang Ya reached for the phone on the table and opened the indecent photos from Song Qing: "Now, I'm going to send these photos to your father. I want him to kneel down and kowtow, otherwise, you will die."
Song Qing's face changed suddenly, realizing that Jiang Ya was clearly having a mental problem. She took a deep breath and said, "Listen, Jiang Ya, first, my father passed away due to illness three years ago. Second, I did have ulterior motives for getting close to you, but it was only for the resources around you. I haven't done anything inappropriate to you. Why are you treating me like this?"
Jiang Ya suddenly pulled out a knife and held it to Song Qing's neck, sneering, "Keep acting. You know about the Script implanting machine, don't you? You were willing to give up your body for that damn old man. Don't think I don't know. That night at the hotel, you used that machine to implant the behavior of jumping off the rooftop into my brain. I have the memory of it in my mind. You didn't expect that, did you? Luckily, fate didn't let me die. Then, unsatisfied, you bribed my despicable assistant to add a suicide scene to the script I was using. But unfortunately, I'm tough as nails!"
"You're crazy. I... I have no idea what you're talking about!" Song Qing cursed.
Jiang Ya shook her head and sneered, sending the photo to the phone of that geezer Liang, asking him to take a video of himself kneeling and kowtowing. Otherwise, she would throw Song Qing into the river.
But after waiting for a long time, that geezer Liang still did not reply. Jiang Ya started to get agitated and suddenly slapped Song Qing, saying, "Damn it, why isn't that old man replying to me!"
Just as the conversation ended, there was a sudden loud bang from the French window. A man rushed in, startling Jiang Ya. In her mind, she cursed, wondering if that old man had come directly. But after she calmed down a bit and took a closer look, she realized it wasn't him. It was a young man.
It turned out to be the young man she had seen at the hospital that day.
Jiang Ya sneered, but the man moved very quickly, instantly smashing a vase over. Jiang Ya cursed and dodged to the side.
As soon as she turned her head, the man lunged directly at her. Jiang Ya was furious in her heart: "Damn it, does he really think anyone can bully me?"
He suddenly grabbed the chair leg that was tied up with Song Qing and kicked it over. The man directly pounced on Song Qing, while Jiang Ya gritted his teeth, stared, and stabbed the knife directly into Song Qing's back. Blood instantly spread along the red dress.
Song Qing curled up, staring at the ceiling, as the blood spread behind her, like a red rose blooming. And on top of this red rose was a man crying in pain, while next to him was a man laughing maniacally...
13
Half a month later.
Zhou Wei was sitting in the office, wiping a crystal ball, when a man claiming to be a lawyer walked in.
"Hello, Dr. Zhou, you are aware of the case of Jiang Ya, right?" the man asked politely.
Zhou Wei was stunned for a moment, then said, "Of course I know. The whole city is in an uproar. Is there something going on?"
The man smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Jiang Ya, I am the person involved. I need you to provide the medical records from when you were treating Jiang Ya. He mentioned that you had helped him with a diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder, and that he had committed the crime while in a state of mental illness. However, the tricky part now is that when Jiang Ya went to the local hospital for an examination, it showed that he was mentally normal. So, Jiang Ya thought of the diagnosis record you had made, which conveniently has a date, and it would be very helpful for him."
Zhou Wei hesitated for a moment, "But... but he has never been here to diagnose me. How can I give it to him? Forge it? That's a serious accusation."
The man scratched his head, looking a bit troubled, "Never? Strange... I'll go back and ask first. Sorry for the trouble."
After the lawyer left, a woman walked out of a lounge, smiled, and said softly, "Well done, Dr. Zhou. I will call you for the final payment after Jiang Ya is convicted."
"Miss He, are you really his wife? This seems a bit too harsh," Zhou Wei sighed.
"You don't have to feel guilty. Believe me, a person like him is definitely a scourge to the world. What you did was for the good of the people." With that, He Chunli opened the door and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Zhou Wei suddenly called out to her. "I want to ask, is there really such a thing as a script implanting machine? How did you do all of this?"
He Chunli turned around and smiled, saying, "Oh? It seems you're very curious. When I decided to start planning, I first consulted a lawyer about property issues. I found out that if he died or went in, I would be the only heir. So, I started using that machine on him while he slept, setting up a very simple script. I made Jiang Ya into a vengeful and twisted man, and implanted a story where he discovers that Song Qing is Liang Bo's daughter, with the purpose of getting close to him for revenge, preparing to poison him. The end of the story is Jiang Ya discovering everything and then killing Song Qing. What do you think of this story?"
Zhou Wei felt a cold sweat in the palm of his hand and said, "So, in fact, his assistant was also bought by you?"
"Indeed, her mother got sick, just like you, both needing a large sum of money. And usually, Jiang Ya has been quite oppressive towards that little assistant, so it's a relief for her to stand up for herself."
"I feel like Song Qing is quite innocent too. All her photos have been circulating online."
He Chunli Suddenly turned around and said coldly, "What's innocent about being a third party? Besides, the person is already dead."
Zhou Wei Let out a heavy sigh, "Is that machine still around?"
"Anything else, do you dare to take it? As far as I know, anyone who has used this machine has not had a good ending."
Zhou Wei said, "That's not necessarily true. Some people live their whole lives in guilt and anxiety because of their mistakes. If there really is such a machine, I can help them implant a new segment of life, and perhaps they will gain a new life."
Immature! He Chunli said nothing, just gave a cold laugh and left the building. She was about to raise her hand to stop a car when weird man suddenly appeared. He smiled and said, "Miss He, your script is really brilliant."
He Chunli remained expressionless. "Here you are again."
"Weird man" smirked and said, "Can I ask you a few questions? Initially, I approached you directly to sign the Soul-selling agreement in exchange for a wish, but you refused. How come you ended up signing it after being deceived by your husband? Did you not believe me at the time?"
"Maybe I was just being foolish, okay?"
weird man Laughing loudly: "Alright! I'll give you a chance to buy back your soul, do you want it or not?"
He Chunli Chuckling, looking up at the glaring sunlight: "No need, seems like I'm living better without a soul."
weird man shrugged and murmured, "Then I'll continue to look for the next seller. Perhaps we'll meet again if it's meant to be."
With that, weird man disappeared in an instant among the bustling Main street...
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