Chapter 475 A Breathtakingly Beautiful Scene

There are some things that Su Bai doesn't know, but that doesn't mean that Su Bai can't guess something. Su Bai is not sure whether Gu Fan's feelings for Xun'er are true or false, but he thinks there should be some, but Gu Fan's feelings for Xun'er are not sure. Fan's application to work at a medical research institute in London because of Xun'er now seems to be obviously open to question.

In fact, Gu Fan had been studying in Europe before. It was only during the time when the Murder Club was established that Gu Fan returned to China to take up a job due to pressure and wishes from his family. If you think about it, Gu Fan should have heard about it while abroad. The horror broadcast has become a listener, and looking at the pair of angel wings he showed before, it can be basically concluded that Gu Fan belongs to the audience of the Western circle.

Su Bai didn't know how radio differentiated listeners in Eastern and Western circles. Is it based on region or race?

The black audience was an audience in the Eastern circle, and Gu Fan, as a second-generation Chinese official, became a Western audience. In other words, it is not accurate to judge whether the distinction is based on blood or place of birth. Maybe, It is more differentiated based on cultural identity.

When Su Bai's generation was still young, with the advancement of China's reform and opening up and the beginning of the budding and popularization stage of the Internet era, the government of the Republic, which had just decided to abandon its previous self-isolation and want to embrace the world, was faced with Western culture. It seemed very inexperienced when the ideological trend invaded, and almost actively lost the cultural regional sector to the West.

Almost ten years ago, in Reader's Digest, the most popular popular publication, the most popular articles were actually articles like "The moon is rounder in foreign countries." A Chinese old lady saved enough money before she died and finally bought a house. Or the foreign old lady who lived in the house for half her life and paid off the loan before she died. Such Western chicken soup has almost invaded the generations born in the 1980s and the generation born in the 1990s. The self-system and cultural identity are highly denied and doubted, and instead Willingly embrace Western universal values.

In recent years, with the thorough popularization of the Internet, the deepening of world exchanges, and the opening of people's wisdom, this trend of thought has finally been curbed. The subprime mortgage crisis in the United States, human rights wars, racial discrimination and other issues have been exposed to the Chinese people. Only then did most Chinese people realize that there is essentially no difference between the elder brother and the second brother at home and abroad, and to a certain extent, domestic ones actually have more advantages.

During that period, Xun'er was a child of the red family of the Republic and had been determined to enter politics since he was a child, so he was very determined in his thinking. Chu Zhao, on the other hand, was fighting against his father's domestic violence and power every day. With other things on his mind, Su Bai had already begun to take over some businesses in the consortium, so he was more mature. Gu Fan seemed to be the deepest in this trend of thinking. Not only did he study abroad, but he almost stayed in Working abroad, he dislikes his family background and identity at home, and is eager to rely on his own abilities to go to the West to realize his values ​​and ideals;

Su Bai was even guessing that after he beat up the birdman last time, the birdman had spread information about him to the audience in the Western circle. Only then did Gu Fan notice him, and Gu Fan suddenly discovered , one of the three silly buns that he used to play a childish game of killing, actually became an audience, and his strength made him feel a little shocked.

In addition, after the meeting, Gu Fan deliberately promoted the atmosphere of "reminiscing about the past of the four", and also inspired Chu Zhao to contact Xun'er. All the circumstances showed that he was trying to build relationships and that he was trying to restore the old days of the Killing Club. an intimate relationship.

Be a little more narcissistic, guess a little more deeply,

Su Bai could even think that Gu Fan was deliberately building a relationship with him and building a communication link between the two groups of forces in the Eastern and Western circles where he existed.

It's like the relationship between Count Schaer and the old lamas in the West. The two parties conduct "sales and transactions" and help each other to a certain extent.

After all, Su Bai is enhanced by the blood race. This enhanced sense of identity undoubtedly makes Western audiences feel closer, making them instinctively feel that although Su Bai is Chinese, since he has chosen the blood race enhancement, it is obvious that he is more familiar with Western culture. It's fascinating, and although Su Bai behaves relatively withdrawn and is too lazy to socialize, the monk, Gyatso and Fatty gathered around him are already a force that cannot be underestimated.

"It's impossible for a coward to become a strong person."

This sentence is not that Su Bai is deliberately mocking his so-called childhood friend, but rather that he is rejecting the invitation of the force he represents. You know, Su Bai doesn't even bother to make friends with the domestic audience circle, and naturally he has no The willingness to make friends with Western circles and then play a role like a "leading party";

Moreover, Su Bai's thoughts are very simple and pure. Listeners, just think about how to be strong and think about how to survive. To think about things like social interaction, relationships, organizations, etc. is a childish behavior that ignores the important and the inferior. ．

After saying this, which was almost a slap in the face, Su Bai turned around and finally walked out of the house where the murder was committed. When he returned to his car, Su Bai took out a bottle of mineral water from the car drawer and took two sips. ．

To be honest, he doesn't care what Chu Zhao thinks of him, nor does he care what Gu Fan thinks of him. The only way to protect Xun'er is to stay away from her. When he gave Chu Zhao and Xun'er magical weapons, In fact, it is a very dangerous behavior, which may really kill them, because whatever you give them, the broadcast will add difficulty to them in the next story world.

However, Xun'er should be almost in her second story world.

Su Bai thought in his heart that according to the preview of the painting, Xun'er would die in the second story world. Fortunately, the broadcast was currently off the air. Su Bai decided to ask Xun'er to chat alone after a while. In short, , do your best to obey fate.

"Go and sweep the grave."

A smile appeared on Su Bai's lips. He remembered what the ghost of his senior sister had told him. A group of new neighbors suddenly appeared, confused but full of resentment.

What kind of resentful soul can be confused but full of resentment?

It was obvious that someone had suppressed them, allowing them to endure pain even after they died and turned into ghosts, but did not give them the chance to become evil ghosts. This kind of punishment is really comparable to going to the underworld after death to get fried in oil. .

Su Bai held the cart with his right hand and spread out his left hand. A ball of evil energy condensed from the palm of his hand. The evil energy of the zombies has an innate restraint effect on ghosts. It can produce such an effect. Those Taoist priests put stickers on the foreheads of zombies. Talismans are actually a means of controlling evil with evil, causing the evil spirit in the zombie's body to be disordered and thereby suppressing the zombie's ferocious spirituality, or ferocious instinct.

"It's really interesting." Su Bai murmured to himself.

Yes, compared to Gu Fan who suddenly came back with a special purpose, Su Bai found the zombie-enhanced listener more interesting. He killed the whole family and implicated the whole family, giving the listeners the power of broadcasting to the greatest extent. To the maximum extent, in the magic city, such a person who looks like a messenger of justice appears, although his methods are extreme, cruel, and even inhumane;

The car drove into the cemetery. It was quite quiet and quiet. Su Bai originally chose this place for his senior sister to be her family. At least it was enough. You must know that the house prices of the ghost house are also rising step by step. People want to buy it while they are still alive. I can't afford a decent house, and now I can't even afford to die.

Because the Chinese New Year was about to come, there were many people coming to visit the tombs and pay homage. When Su Bai got off the car and walked up the path, he saw many people sweeping the tombs around him.

The cemetery has a special management organization, and there are offices here, which are somewhat similar to the properties in the community, except that the properties here are responsible for the dead. Cleaning up weeds and maintaining the cemetery environment is the top priority. Some monks will be invited every now and then. The Taoist priest came over to chant sutras and enjoy salvation. In short, he wanted to maximize the added value of the Yin House. Otherwise, how could he afford the housing prices?

Su Bai walked into the office first. The office was very large, with more than a dozen dedicated staff, and these were just clerks;

Everyone else was doing what they were reading, or receiving family members or sorting out documents. A little boy was sitting in the corner of the office, with a bag of snacks and Coke next to him, and a comic book in his hand, which he was reading with gusto. Yes, he should be the child of the staff here. The child is on winter vacation, so he keeps it at his work place for easy supervision.

Su Bai did not go to other staff, but walked directly to the little boy with a smile on his face.

The little boy was probably only seven or eight years old. He was eating snacks and reading a comic book. He looked quite cute with a tiger-like head and a neat little crew cut.

Su Bai knelt down in front of the little boy, "What comics are you reading? Can you show me to my brother?"

The little boy smiled innocently and pointed the comic book at Su Bai.

Su Bai saw that there were very detailed photos inside. They were not cartoons, but corpses. These corpses were arranged in various shapes, some were mating on the bed, and some had their heads sewn backwards. On the neck, there are limbs that are messed up, which is really shocking, exuding a black and bloody mockery that is so rich that it is suffocating.

"How is it? Does it look good?" the little boy asked honestly, just like a child showing off his treasure to an adult.

Su Bai shook his head, "No, it's a pity."

The little boy was anxious, "What's wrong?"

"Such a good background, such a good corpse, the deliberate feeling after you put it up is too obvious, just like today's photography artists have long stopped relying on exciting and exaggerated picture effects to become famous. Now they have to pay attention to There is something called depth, but the way you pose for the photo is too contrived, and it actually puts you at a disadvantage."

As if he were a teacher, Su Bai knelt down, took the booklet from the little boy's hand, and opened a page.

On that page was a photo of Jin Guofu's family who died tragically at the dinner table. The protagonist was Jin Guofu. The flesh on Jin Guofu's back was peeled off and fixed with a knife and fork to make a pair of meat wings.

"What mistake did this man make?" Su Bai asked.

"Forced demolition, three people were buried alive, two were killed in revenge, and more than a dozen were maimed." The little boy thought seriously and replied, "One of the children who was buried alive was about the same age as me. He often Float over and play with me, he was buried alive with his grandparents.”

Su Bai nodded, "Look, with these fleshy wings, it is obvious that everyone can understand what you mean, and can also see that you are mocking an angel who represents holiness and justice, but it is only That's all. In the corner of this photo, that is, on the other side of the dining table, there is a person sitting. He is watching you making your art but he doesn't dare to do anything to you, and he dares to get angry but dare not speak.

In fact, you should wait until his two pairs of white wings are spread out when he is angry before taking a picture. The fleshy wings of a dead man plus the real angel spreading his white wings across the dining table,

This irony, this background, this depth, this contrast, it's all there. Only in this way can it be called a work of art, comparable to "The Last Supper".

Or, if you want to further enhance the satirical effect, you can bring a feather duster and pluck the chicken feathers from the duster and insert them into the meat wings.

That picture was breathtakingly beautiful. "Su Bai said with an intoxicated look.

The little boy looked at Su Bai blankly, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes full of surprise. Su Bai's narration seemed to open the door to a deeper art palace for him.

"Yes, it's so beautiful..." the little boy admired while imagining it.