My own war game

Chapter 417: Compulsory First Aid
Two people rushed into the house one after the other.

Monroe, wearing only a thin nightgown, leaned against the head of the bed with a snow-white arm sticking out from under the quilt. The girl did not react at all to the intruder.

He Chi walked over quickly and bent down, touched Monroe's carotid artery with his hand, and found that her pulse was still beating, but the frequency was not normal.

Then, in front of Hepburn, he roughly pinched the actress's small mouth open, and even leaned over to smell it in a rude manner.

A slightly bitter smell mixed with stomach acid and alcohol wafted out.

There was a bottle rolling on the ground. He Chi picked it up, held it in his hand, and quickly read the label on it.

"If you drink a lot of alcohol or take too much medicine when you are injured, it will be dangerous if you leave it alone. Ada, go check the medicine box to see if there are any rubber hoses or other things. People like her who take medicine for a long time should be prepared."

"Oh, okay." Hepburn turned around and did as she was told subconsciously, but when she took just two steps she suddenly froze.

What did he call me?
Aida?

It has been a long time since the name Ada Hingstra was mentioned.

But before she could think about it, the man opposite had already taken action.

A simple soapy solution was made into gastric lavage solution, and He Chi roughly stuffed one end of the thin rubber tube into Monroe's throat with his hands.

Soon after the soapy water was poured in, Monroe began to react.

Ugh!! Cough cough cough!!!

After the violent vomiting, the room was filled with a pungent smell. This is the reality. No matter how beautiful you look, what comes out of your stomach is basically the same.

The contents of her stomach were vomited out, but trouble also began. As her consciousness began to return, Monroe subconsciously began to struggle violently. The liquid in the overturned basin splashed all over Hepburn, and vomit was everywhere, making the room a mess.

He Chi had no choice but to resort to coercive measures. The woman's hands were forcefully controlled by her and the rubber tube was inserted into her throat again.

But at this time Monroe shook her head and didn't want to cooperate.

"Who the hell are you?! Why do you treat me like this! NO! NO! I don't want it! I don't want it!"

No one would have thought that a woman famous for her beauty in the United States would be fighting like a stray cat on the street.

Snapped! !

A crisp sound was heard, and then the room became eerily quiet, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button on this scene.

He Chi slapped the girl directly.

Monroe, who was struggling just now, was stunned. It took her more than ten seconds to realize the reality - she was beaten by a man in the most brutal way, which was slapping her in the face.

He Chi did not stop. He pressed Monroe's white jaw with one hand and forced her to open her mouth again, then stuffed the thing in his hand into her mouth again.

At the same time, the man pressed her down, forced Monroe to face him, and then whispered in her ear:
"Hey, Norma, I know that's what they call you, and I'm only going to say it once."

"If you don't quit these things, do you know what you're going to become?"

"These medications make your condition worse and then you have to rely on more makeup to cover up the spots on your face."

"Your mind will become increasingly unfocused, and you won't even be able to remember the most basic lines, so returning to the screen is just an empty promise."

"You will become more and more irritable, your sweet demeanor will disappear, and the men who used to admire you will avoid you as much as possible, ignore you, and throw you into a corner like a rag."

"Then one day, you take a large amount of pentobarbital and die naked in your bed from an overdose. The black body bag that holds your entire body is like a large piece of garbage that has not been dumped in an apartment building."

"No one cares about you. Those police officers will even sell your dead photos to newspapers for money. In their eyes, your last dignity is far less than the Franklin in your wallet..."

"Tell me now, do you want this kind of ending? If the answer is YES, I will let you go immediately and let you fend for yourself!" He Chi stared at the woman in front of him.

Listening to He Chi's words, the expression on Monroe's face changed from irritability to confusion, and from confusion to fear. Finally, her whole body relaxed and she completely gave up struggling.

The sound of vomiting rang out again in the room. An hour later, Hepburn cleaned the room like a nurse and changed Monroe into pajamas herself.

When she walked out the door, the man was smoking in the corner, the faint spark of his cigarette flickering in the darkness.

"She fell asleep. You looked so scary before." Hepburn whispered beside her.

"Sorry for scaring you." The man nodded and turned to leave.

"Mr. Bond, will Miss Monroe really become what you said?" Hepburn suddenly asked from behind.

"If she continues like this, it will only get worse." He Chi put out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground. "I won't tell anyone about what happened tonight. The rest is up to her."
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The next day, when the crew resumed work, people discovered something embarrassing.

Monroe, who had already been determined to lose the leading female role, returned to the filming site with gauze on her head and sat quietly in the last row.

The actors were all a little embarrassed, but because of her status as a big star, the crew did not take any measures to ask her to leave.

"Could he be jealous of Miss Audrey and come here to stare at her?" a woman whispered in private.

"It's possible. You see, she keeps looking over there. It seems that she really cares about being squeezed out." Her companion pointed in a direction where director Huston was explaining the script to Hepburn and investor Bond was standing not far away.

When the shooting ended in the evening, Monroe stood up and walked towards this side holding a box.

"Look, just like I said, you're pestering the investors again."

"I used to be quite fascinated by her, but it seems I was wrong."

The discussions of people around her could be heard from time to time, but Monroe turned a deaf ear to them, quickened her pace, and chased after the few people who had already left.

When she saw He Chi and Hepburn walking side by side, she couldn't help but jog.

"Mr. Bond! Please wait! Please wait a moment!" Monroe shouted anxiously behind him while holding the box.

He Chi and Hepburn turned to face the actress "Ms. Marilyn, if you want to talk about the heroine, I can't help you."

"Hu~Hu~No~" The woman, who was out of breath after running just a few steps, tried desperately to explain, but she couldn't speak clearly due to breathing problems. In the end, she simply raised the box in her hand high up and threw it directly on the table backstage.

Wow!

The paper box couldn't bear the force and broke apart on the table, with the contents scattered all over the place.

Several bottles of wine, a dozen packs of cigarettes, sedatives, sleeping pills...

"I haven't touched these things for a day, but I can't hold on any longer..." Monroe's expression at this time revealed an abnormal anxiety.

"Without the medicine, I can't even sleep. I feel confused during the day and can't remember anything."

"Please, can you help me? I'm really afraid of becoming like that."

"Mr. Bond, help me, please!"

At the end, the woman's voice began to become out of tune, as if she was trying to grasp at straws.

Hepburn looked at the scene in front of her in surprise. What the investor said that day was actually true, which could make Monroe lose her composure like this.

Faced with the half-broken mental woman in front of him, He Chi did not respond immediately.

He chose to look at Hepburn beside him and said, "Audrey, you were there that day, what do you think?"

"Me?!" Hepburn hesitated for a moment, then looked at Monroe, who was almost dying. "I know I shouldn't make decisions for you, but Miss Monroe is really pitiful."

"Okay, since you said so, I'll give it a try." He Chi turned around and picked up something on the table, then added, "But my help is conditional."

(End of this chapter)