Chapter 315 Friend, Help Me Pick up the Soap

Su Bai opened his mouth and wanted to say the name, but in an instant, he suddenly recalled the feeling when the blood corpse strangled his neck before, and the voice before the terror broadcast appeared in his mind.

In a daze, Su Bai felt like he had grasped something important. He shook his head and sat down beside his hospital bed. The sheets were soon wetted by the water stains on Su Bai's body.

The ward also fell into a kind of silence. The fat man stopped eating. He put his lunch box aside, fumbled for his own cigarette, threw one to Su Bai, and then lit it himself.

Su Bai held a cigarette, looked at everyone in the ward, and shook his head, "I saw something I can't say."

"Can't say?" The monk frowned slightly, as if he was understanding the deeper meaning of Su Bai's words. At the same time, his left hand began to pinch and move, as if he was deducing something, but he soon gave up. Obviously the monk himself knows that this kind of thing is no longer something he can deduce. The reason why he does this action is actually a habit.

"I can't say it because it's dangerous to say it?" Gyatso said at this time, "We have a fable in Tibetan Buddhism, which tells this kind of story. It means that the Buddha told a person a secret and told this person People should not tell it, but after experiencing a lot of things, the longer the time goes by, the more this person wants to tell the secret;

But fortunately, he had been listening to the Buddha's teachings and endured it. But when he was old and dying, his bed was surrounded by his children. He finally couldn't help it and told the secret, and then he was surrounded by people in the room. All his relatives died suddenly in front of him. "

"Gyatso, why do you think this story is so evil? Grimm's fairy tales, Aesop's fables and the like, are all about depth and meaning." The fat man said.

Gyatso smiled and said, "If telling this secret will cause a lot of trouble, I still suggest that it is better to do less than to do more. The water here is too deep and it will easily drown us."

Su Bai leaned on the hospital bed and pursed his lips, "The listeners in Shaanxi have been killed for the most part. In the real world, the listeners are killed so openly, but the horror broadcast still sends me, an insignificant character, here. Isn't it too contrary to common sense? Already?

Moreover, someone could be so blatantly provoking a terrorist broadcast without being punished. "

"Su Bai, you once told me about a person who went abroad and destroyed a city." The monk suddenly said, "Didn't that person also survive in the end?"

"The nature of the matter is somewhat different." Su Bai rubbed his hands unnaturally, "Blood corpses, terracotta warriors and horses, a group of dead Shaanxi listeners, the mission given to me by Terror Broadcast, don't you think it's strange?"

The monk frowned when he heard this.

Gyatso also fell into deep thought.

The fat man's cigarette butt almost burned his fingers but he didn't notice it yet.

The four people in the ward are not stupid people. In fact, except for Su Bai, they are all ambitious people.

"What you mean is that the horror broadcast actually doesn't know who this person is. Therefore, there is probably a BUG in the horror broadcast here. It is omniscient and omnipotent and met a person it does not know. This also led to many horror broadcasts. These countermeasures cannot be implemented anymore.

It's like a program. If the code is written wrong at the beginning, the program triggered by many situations will not be started successfully. This is why Terror Broadcast has not had strong countermeasures for a long time. In fact, it itself is also very confused. , I am also very hesitant, I am also very doubtful, even, I am actually at a loss. "

The fat man put out the cigarette butt and said these analyses, and then a flush of excitement appeared on his face: "Isn't this very interesting? Horror broadcasts, the omniscient and omnipotent god, can actually encounter this kind of bug, it's so interesting But, how did that bloody corpse do it?"

"It should be that some special method was used." The monk analyzed, "It directly led to the terrorist broadcast being unable to really determine the identity of the blood corpse. The terrorist broadcast treated us as chess pieces that could be played with at will, but why didn't we use a kind of toy Do you have the mentality of a difficult game to face the horror broadcast?

The poor monk believes that that person is probably equivalent to a player who has really played this game to the limit. He knows about this bug and is now using it. "

"That's really interesting." Fatty muttered, "No, this level is a bit high. They are directly playing with the horror broadcast. Who is it? I really admire it. Hehe, but, you say it Will it last long?”

Obviously, for Fatty, or for every listener, the shadow of the horror broadcast has been implanted deep in the heart, and it is difficult to erase or change.

"It won't last long." Su Bai said, "Don't forget, the horror broadcast was suspended for several months in order to rectify some mistakes it made in the story world. Therefore, the horror broadcast cannot be compared to a TV series. It is a permanent and unchanging program that has the ability to discover and handle bugs on its own, and it has the awareness and initiative to improve and patch itself.”

"That's right. Terrorist radio is not a dead thing, but why did that person do this?" the fat man asked.

The monk came over at this time, packed up the lunch box and prepared to take it out to wash, "As a listener, if you are not forced to that step, who would be willing to confront the horror broadcast?"

"Monk, have you decided when to leave?" Su Bai asked.

"Let's go to Chongqing first for the evening flight, at least stay away from Shaanxi first." The monk looked at Su Bai, "You stay here alone, be careful."

The monk also knew that Su Bai had a real mission, so Su Bai could not leave the vicinity of Xi'an.

Su Bai nodded, "You should also be careful."

The monk went to wash the lunch box, while Gyatso went out to handle some things, such as air tickets and hospitalization procedures.

Fatty and Su Bai were the only ones left in the ward.

The fat man took a carton of milk, took two sips, and sighed, "Dabai, you said this life is really painful. I used to feel that being in society was quite tiring. Everyone in front of me and behind me looked slumped, and I didn't know what to do. When I get older, I always feel that I will no longer be able to survive as I get older, and I will just look that slovenly. Not to mention my children, I may not even have the money to go to a nursing home by then.

Later, when I became an audience member, I felt that life was different. I had become a god, haha. But later on, I realized more and more that there was no difference at all. I still lived like a dog, but it was not as good as before, smuggling some Kobe beef or other things. After making a small profit from something like that, I would buy some wine and meat to reward myself. After I finished my work, I would go to ******** to have a great health care and have a good sleep. Thinking about it now, those days were really real. It is comfort and comfort. "

"Why are you lamenting these things now?" Su Bai was changing into patient clothes.

"Because I feel that after I leave tonight, I may never see you again."

"..." Su Bai.

"Dabai, if you really kneel down, and if I can continue to live in the future, if one day I get married, have a wife, and have children, I will take him to Xi'an to see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. , pointing to the rows of terracotta warriors and horses in the terracotta warriors and horses pit, told my child, here is your uncle Dabai, who has been standing here through hardships."

"Fat man, do you want to hurt each other?"

"Fuck, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Su Bai rolled his eyes at the fat man and didn't bother to argue with him.

Lying back on the bed, Su Bai put on his headphones and started listening to music. He was already a little weak, and after two more frights, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Fatty and the others said goodbye to Su Bai when they left at night, and Su Bai responded vaguely. Although this was not a separation between life and death, it was better than a separation between life and death, but there was no need to really create a feeling that Su Bai was about to die.

At midnight, the door of Su Bai's ward was pushed open. Several nurses pushed a patient into the ward and placed the patient on the fat man's bed.

If Su Bai could really sleep at this time, it would be an insult to his status as an audience. He woke up with a sense of vigilance and asked the nurse about the patient's condition.

The nurse said that the patient was injured in a car accident and his family members were abroad and could not come immediately. However, the patient was out of danger and the surgery was successful, so he was temporarily arranged to come to this ward.

Immediately, the nurse and doctor left, and another patient appeared in Su Bai's ward.

The hospital is already a place rich in ghost stories. If Su Bai hadn't known that the horror broadcast had issued a real-life mission to him, he would have been worried that the horror broadcast would suddenly and inexplicably transport him into a story world with a hospital as the background. .

In the middle of the night, the patient in the bed next to him got up on his own. He walked a little slowly. His left arm was tied with a plaster, and his head was also wrapped with a bandage. But it didn't seem like the problem was serious. He stood up shakily, picked up and put it on the bed. There was a plastic basin on the bedside table, which contained toiletries and other items uniformly distributed by the hospital. However, his hands were a little unsteady, probably due to the sequelae of a mild concussion. The plastic basin tilted and something fell down.

The patient turned his head and looked at Su Bai. From his bandaged face, Su Bai could see two faint pupils. Su Bai also looked at him with his eyes open at this time. The patient said in a hoarse voice:

"Friend, can you pick up some soap for me..."