Chapter 404 The Judge!

The next day, Su Bai, who was barely able to move, took a plane back to Shanghai with Fatty. He took a taxi from the airport back to Lao Fang's house. After entering the house, he saw the little guy sitting on the sofa and playing with stacks of blocks. Su Bai really felt a strange feeling. A feeling of home.

Jixiang was lying on the side of the sofa. Even when Su Bai came back with Fatty, he just lightly swept his tail, looking unfazed.

In fact, Su Bai has always been puzzled about why Jixiang is so kind to the little guy. If at the beginning, Jixiang only likes the little guy because of his aura, as a big demon, or because of the little guy. He was also born from the belly of a great fox demon. If the demon clansmen of the same position have a good impression of each other, there is nothing wrong with that.

But for a long time, Su Bai didn't believe that Ji Xiang, who was so cold and cold, had insisted on being so considerate to the little guy. There was no special reason.

But Jixiang said nothing and expressed nothing. Whether it was its relationship with Lychee or the blood corpse, it had no intention of saying it. It seemed that its life as a cat was very simple and pure, and it just had nothing to do and look at the picture scroll. Take care of children.

Fortunately, Su Bai is also a big-tempered person. Regarding Jixiang, he has no precautions and no need to take any measures, because Su Bai knows that he may die at any time, especially what he did in Qinhuangdao, which was almost trampling The rules of horror broadcasting, the next story mission, whether I can come back alive, I don't have much confidence in my heart.

If he died, would the monk, Fatty, Gyatso and the others come to help him take care of the little guy?

Give it to someone else? Leave it to Xun'er? Leave it to Chu Zhao? Give it to an orphanage?

It seems that no one takes better care of this cat.

After taking a bath, the fat man was already lying on the carpet, eating popcorn and watching TV. The little guy leaned on the fat man's belly and watched TV with the fat man. The little guy did have problems with the fat man in the past, but the fat man also I spent time coaxing the little guy many times. After all, at that time, Fatty didn't know that children in this story world would really be taken out and raised as sons by Su Bai. Deep down in his heart, Fatty felt a little guilty for this little guy.

The relationship between the two of them is really good now.

"Where's Jixiang?" Su Bai asked.

"That cat went outside to bask in the sun." The fat man said and reached out to touch the little guy's face. A look of doting appeared on his face at this time, as he was sinister and used to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

perhaps,

This is people, right?

In this world, there are no heinous bad people, and no perfect good people. Even the heinous murderer may give up his seat to an old man on the bus. As long as his own interests and safety are not related, everyone wants to Want a more comfortable life.

Su Bai picked up a glass of water on the coffee table and took a sip. He looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the yard. Jixiang was lying on a cushion, basking in the sun and looking at the painting.

I don't know why, but Su Bai's mood suddenly became heavier when he saw the painting. This painting can indeed predict the future, but there seems to be no way to change the future. He has already gone to Qinhuangdao, and he It can be regarded as a successful spoiler. Lin Zhou's eyeballs were eaten by him like jelly beans, and Gongzi Hai's lower body was crushed by his kick. Those people's goals were not achieved, but they were just messing up the situation crazily by themselves. Under the premise, the blue figure was pierced by the crossbow arrow and finally sank into the depths of the sea without a trace.

Does this also mean that Xun'er's death is something that cannot be changed?

In fact, predicting the future is not a good thing, especially when you find that you have worked extremely hard but still can't change the future, people will become very negative, and the unchangeable future is related to the style and personality you have always adhered to. A kind of opposition and conflict, but also an unbearable suffering.

"Dabai, what's for lunch?" The fat man asked, "By the way, Gang Gyatso sent me a WeChat message and said that he would come back to live here soon. There is no news from the monk, and I don't know what he is busy with. , or he happens to be in the story world right now.”

"The more people there are, the more lively it will be." Su Bai said.

"Hahaha." The fat man suddenly laughed, "Dabai, you said, the four of us live here, and we will all die in the story world one after another, and then the neighbors around, they originally saw that there are several men in this house. Slowly, the men disappeared one by one, and no one lived in this house. Could this also turn into an unsolved case or a supernatural incident?

Just call it, Lao Fang’s House’s Supernatural Incident, or Lao Fang’s House’s Faceless Man Incident, tsk tsk, which one sounds more exciting. "

"You're bored enough." Su Bai didn't want to pay attention to the fat man talking nonsense, "I'll order takeout, I'm too lazy to cook now."

"Okay, just order it and I'll continue watching my TV."

Su Bai took out his mobile phone and was about to order takeout. Suddenly, he frowned and immediately grabbed his chest with his left hand. He knelt down from the sofa and fell to the ground, paralyzed in pain.

The sound was loud because Su Bai basically fell down without any hindrance.

The little guy immediately crawled towards Su Bai anxiously, with tears shining in his eyes.

"Daddy...Daddy..."

Fatty immediately got up and came to Su Bai's side. Seeing Su Bai's familiar painful look, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. As a senior listener, Fatty naturally knew what this look meant. This is a horror broadcast for you. I was notified of the mission, but usually it was just a burst of angina pectoris. The pain was certainly painful, but it was not unbearable. It was just that Su Bai was like this, even if his body had just suffered a severe injury and was still not healed, he would not break into a cold sweat from the pain. DC should have turned pale.

This may,

This means that in the next story world, the horror broadcast is full of "malice" towards Su Bai.

The fat man knew that no amount of comfort, massage, or any panacea could relieve Su Bai's pain at this time. Fortunately, although the pain of this mission notice was obviously increased, it only lasted for a short while. , Su Bai's brows slowly relaxed, and his whole body looked like he had just crawled out of a water tank, and his whole body was wet with cold sweat.

He got up with some difficulty and sat on the blanket. The little guy lay on Su Bai's lap and looked at Su Bai worriedly.

Su Bai reached out and touched the little guy's head, "Good boy, go play. Dad is fine."

The little guy didn't listen and shook his head, holding Su Bai's legs tightly with his two chubby little hands.

Su Bai was a little helpless. Of course, he was also moved a lot. Maybe his relationship with others was intertwined with too many interests. Even his relationship with his parents didn't look like what he thought before. It's so pure, but this little guy's concern for himself is pure and without any impurities.

The fat man squatted down next to Su Bai and motioned to Su Bai to take out his phone and take a look.

Su Bai nodded, picked up the mobile phone he had just thrown away when he fell off the sofa, and clicked on WeChat. A preview message from the WeChat public account "kongbu66" had been sent.

Taking a deep breath, Su Bai was really looking forward to what his next story world would be like, because the next story world might very well be his last.

Click on the message section,

What appears is a picture,

The main color of the picture is black. In the middle is a table. On the table is an identity card with the words "Judge" written on it. At the same time, this is a close-up, but it can be seen from other positions in the picture. , in the picture, there are 12 identical tables, which also means that there are 12 presiding judges in total.

Among this circle of tables, there is a gallows. On the gallows, there are three people standing there. The three people have their heads covered and their true faces cannot be seen. But as long as they take a small step forward, their necks will After being strangled by the rope, the plank below will fall down and the three people will be hanged.

The whole picture has a dark feel, and at the same time, just looking at this picture can already give people a great psychological pressure.

Below this picture, there are three words:

"Judgment Day"

Fatty looked at the news and said with some helplessness, "The number of listeners who did not participate in this story world, the time and date of entering the story world, and the pain of mission notifications that are stronger than before, this horror broadcast is really It’s very unfriendly.”

"If it's friendly, then it's really a ghost." Su Bai's tone was quite calm. He had seen many strong winds and waves, so his calm courage would naturally not be missing.

Then, Su Bai pointed at the three masked men standing on the gallows in the picture and said, "Fat man, one of these three people should be me."

The fat man nodded, "We're pretty much the same, but I'm really curious about who the other two people are. Could it be a coincidence that this time, the terror broadcast was just about to punish three people, so the three of you specially designed this story world. ?

So do the 12 judgment tables outside also mean that there will be 12 audiences specifically responsible for judging you? "

"It's possible that in the next story world, I will be the prey, and those 12 listeners will be the hunters." Su Bai showed a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Honestly, Fatty, I'm really looking forward to meeting the other two people. Let’s face it, listeners who have the courage to trample on the rules of horror broadcasting are really rare.”

Seeing that Su Bai was in a good mood, the fat man deliberately joked, "Don't put too much gold on yourself. Rare is a compliment. From the perspective of the horror broadcast, the three of you are like rat excrement in a pot of porridge, and there are still three of them."

Su Bai threw the phone on the sofa, "Let's see, who will be the hunter and who will be the prey in the end, we still don't know."