Chapter 191 Everyone Is Here!

Li He looked at Su Bai angrily,

Su Bai's originally sharp eyes became softer and softer.

even,

With a little timidity,

Yes,

cowardice,

When this kind of gaze appears on a mental patient, it is obviously very abnormal. Su Bai's hand is also shaking. The finger that was originally intended to pull the trigger becomes extremely weak at this moment, and it seems that he can't press it no matter what. Go down.

In the end, Su Bai seemed to have been slowly drained of all his energy, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

However, it seemed that when his momentum dropped to a low point, Su Bai suddenly gritted his teeth and roared,

"boom!"

Gunshots were fired.

[Hidden Main Mission] Completed, return to the real world.

Reward 1: Restore everything (including the equipment brought into the story world) PS: Only the equipment redeemed from the WeChat store will be restored.

Reward 2: 300 story point reward.

Reward 3: You can enter the previously entered story world once, time: 3 hours.

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Qinhuangdao is a seaside city. Different from the seaside urban agglomerations in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, Qinhuangdao naturally has a big gap with the first two in terms of urban construction and economy, but it has naturally retained its There are many features that should belong to a coastal city, and therefore, Qinhuangdao has become a good place for tourism and vacation.

It was night, the wind here was salty and wet, and the temperature difference between day and night was obvious. Su Bai was walking on the beach of Qinhuangdao alone in a thin coat.

This is considered a community. There is a pier next to the community. The pier is not very big. In fact, it is not at the same level as Shanghai Nantong, which is located at the estuary of the Yangtze River. But because of this, it has not been able to really disturbing the tranquility of this beach.

This is not a specific scenic spot like Laolongtou. This is an urban area. It is extremely valuable to be able to retain the tranquility of the sea and beach here.

Next to Su Bai, there was a young mother playing with her child on the beach. The little boy was holding a small plastic shovel and a plastic bucket in his hands, and kept digging sand.

The mother was squatting aside to look after her child, and she didn't notice that the back of her pants and top were all gone.

Fortunately, Su Bai was walking behind her. Fortunately, Su Bai couldn't hold that thought in her heart at this time.

Flying from Shanghai to Beijing, and then taking the high-speed train to Qinhuangdao, the distance was long but the time was not very long. Considering Su Bai's current physique and physical condition, he would not feel tired.

But at this moment, his figure looked extremely desolate.

Su Bai was not a high-spirited type, but he was far from being depressed. His current state was an extremely rare episode in his life.

Su Bai squatted down on the beach and lit a cigarette. He puffed out smoke rings lonelyly facing the sea. Suddenly, a sentence that sounded very cliche came to mind. What I smoked was not cigarettes, but loneliness.

Su Bai now,

It's really lonely.

The monk was much later than the scheduled time. He was not wearing a cassock, but a yellow kung fu suit. He looked very handsome. In fact, he did not look very old, only about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. It was just that he had always been He likes to wear cassocks, so he looks a bit old-fashioned and serious, which makes people unconsciously think of his age.

The monk walked to Su Bai's side and said nothing.

Su Bai shook off the ashes and simply sat directly on the beach. This beach has man-made traces. After all, this is a city. There are tall buildings a hundred meters away. It is naturally impossible to have an original natural landscape, but in fact, sometimes natural landscapes It is not more comfortable and pleasant with a little artificial influence.

"Monk, I came to talk to you." Su Bai threw the cigarette butt into the sea. The Dead Sea did not care about the warning sign next to it prohibiting littering.

"The poor monk knows." The monk also sat cross-legged.

The two grown men sat on the beach facing the sea together.

"I used to...how should I put it, I really looked down on you."

The monk said nothing.

"Because you are such a deep city. Everyone can plot and plot. No matter what I do with you, it's boring." Su Bai spread his hands and propped himself up on the beach. The sand was very soft. , there is still a little warmth left, "I don't like this. I always feel that sometimes, it is better to be simpler and pure."

"The poor monk understands that you actually carry that violent gene in your bones."

Su Bai nodded, "I'm sick, really, mentally ill. If I hadn't encountered the terrorist broadcast, to be honest, I would have become the most wanted criminal who committed crimes in two years. I might be caught and the court would be broadcast to announce the verdict. You may also have to go into exile abroad, or even go to places like Africa or the Middle East."

"What happened?"

Su Bai was silent for a while, and told all his experiences in the last story world exactly. When there were no conflicts of interests, the monk could still be relied on, and these knots and inner thoughts of his own seemed to be gone now. I can only ask the monk to talk about it. After all, they are desperadoes in the same boat;

Moreover, Su Bai has very few people in this world who are relevant and can speak his mind.

Maybe you didn't feel it before, but one day, you suddenly wake up and feel the loneliness of being alone and abandoned by the whole world, which can really make people feel trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

After listening to Su Bai's narration, the monk thought for a while and said: "The poor monk thinks that the story world this time is very exciting, and it also reflects the changes after the horror broadcast was stopped for three months. The poor monk is probably about to usher in his own life." The next story is about to begin. With your experience and feelings this time, I have some preparations and mental preparations. I owe you a favor."

"Damn it, I'm not here to find you for your worthless favor. You're just a piece of shit that can trick anyone. I don't dare to ask for the favor you owe me, for fear that you'll trick me to death." Then stand in front of my grave and say again: This time I owe you a bigger favor."

The monk didn't take Su Bai's ridicule seriously. In fact, the monk was really well-educated. When Su Bai overturned the table when he was protecting the child in the fox's belly, the monk actually watched it all happen silently. Not even a single curse word was used.

From this point of view, whether it is the monk, Gyatso, or the fat man, they all seem to have a much better advantage than Su Bai. After they have really deceived each other, they can still sit together to eat and chat and continue to discuss the next step. , Su Bai can't. Su Bai's patience is indeed horribly low sometimes, and the state of wanting to get sick from time to time is really not suitable for this kind of team cooperation model that needs to be wary of each other.

"You still shot in the end." The monk said slowly, "It proves that in your heart, you actually love yourself more."

"Nonsense." Su Bai grabbed a handful of sand and threw it forward.

"This is human nature. He is your friend, not your parents or family. You don't have that kind of life-long friendship. You just grew up playing together and have a good relationship, that's all.

When faced with this kind of interpersonal relationship, it is understandable that you choose to shoot in order to protect yourself and keep yourself alive at the critical moment.

I believe that if it was your relative, your immediate family member, or someone who had sacrificed his life to save you, given your character, you would really rather die than shoot him.

Besides, he's not really him. Of course, your focus is not whether he is real or not. Your focus is clear to me. It is you who shot your friend. "

Su Bai clapped his hands and didn't speak in a hurry.

The monk continued: "Actually, for us, it is very necessary to cut off the interpersonal relationships in the real world. Really, you have an advantage in this aspect. Sorry, the following words may be a bit taboo. .

Su Bai, both of your parents died when you were young, so your character is more mature than ordinary people. You are even more carefree, with no pressure to survive or goals to strive for. You have a lot of money and your There is very little pressure. In fact, during the more than ten or nearly twenty years that you have lived alone after losing your parents, your living situation determines your character and many of your psychological habits.

In the story world, you often encounter levels that test the listener's character. You often have a greater advantage than ordinary listeners.

You are still blaming yourself for that shot, feeling that you have lost a friend, feeling that you betrayed a friend, and feeling sorry for a friend. In fact, these are just like the afterglow of the setting sun, they are your last hypocrisy. "

The monk stood up at this time, reached out and patted Su Bai on the shoulder, and then said sadly: "One day, you will become exactly the same as the poor monk, and become like the poor monk, which you originally hated.

Because what terrorist broadcasts want is actually this kind of people. Most of the people who are not this kind of people are dead. "

After saying that, the monk put his hands together, pinched the lotus flower, and recited a section of the "Calming Mantra" to Su Bai.

Su Bai let go of his mind and allowed the monk's own spirit to influence him. In the end, Su Bai slowly closed his eyes and lay down on the soft beach.

The monk turned around and left directly. His matter on Qinhuang Island was not over yet. He had to settle it before his next story came. He had to find time to come out and talk to Su Bai for a while and give him The mental massage was a way of repaying the favor last time in the story world when Su Bai brought several of his cripples back from the top of the mountain.

Su Bai slept until the dawn of the next day. The light of the morning sun had already fallen down and shone on Su Bai's body, giving him a warm feeling. The coldness brought by sleeping on the beach all night was also there. At this time, they were dispersed to pieces.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Chu Zhao's number. The other party answered slowly.

"Hey...Su Bai...you are finally willing to call me...ahem..."

Chu Zhao was still drinking. Apparently, he had been drinking for another night.

"Drink less, it will hurt your health." Su Bai said.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. You owe me an explanation. Come on, come on..."

"I don't owe you anything." Su Bai's eyes gradually became calmer.

Although in the previous story world, Su Bai shot and killed a ghost exactly like Chu Zhao,

But at the moment of shooting, Su Bai couldn't deceive himself. At that time, he really thought he was Chu Zhao and shot him to death because Li He's reaction at that time was too abnormal. Obviously, the terrorist broadcast had changed The ghost named Chu Zhao also said what he thought was the ghost of Chu Zhao.

For example, what Li He actually said at that time was: Su Bai, I am Chu Zhao. But what Su Bai was watching and listening to was: Come on, beat me to death.

Su Bai knew this in his heart at that time.

Hanging up the phone, he felt a little melancholy at the same time, because after returning to the real world, Su Bai contacted Chu Zhao but failed to contact Xun'er. She seemed to have disappeared from the world. Even the embassy and the country were concerned about this. , without any reaction or awareness.

Of course Su Bai knew what this meant. This is a mission to return to the real world in batches. Su Bai can only do it now. Xun'er is entering as an experiencer. As long as he endures it, in the end, according to the habit of horror broadcasts, he should not go out of his way to experience it. or's.

"Damn, hang up on me again..."

In the bedroom, Chu Zhao was lying among a circle of wine bottles, and he threw his phone out angrily. The phone fell on the floor with a crisp sound, and the screen shattered.

However, the phone rang at this time:

"Welcome to the horror radio show. I am the host of the show. I have no name, because here, names have no meaning at all..."

"Damn...what the hell..." Chu Zhao burped and shouted.