Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 53: It’s all here!

Li He stared at Su Bai with anger,

Su Bai's sharp eyes have become softer and softer,

Even,

With a little cowardice,

Yes,

Cowardly,

When this kind of gaze appeared on a mental patient, it was obviously very abnormal. Su Bai's hand was also trembling. The fingers that had originally planned to pull the trigger became extremely weak at this time. Can't press it anymore.

Even, in the end, Su Bai seemed to be slowly drew all his energy, showing a touch of helplessness on his face,

However, it seems that when the aura fell to a trough, Su Bai gritted his teeth abruptly and let out a roar,

"Boom!"

The gun went off.

[Hidden Main Quest] is completed and returns to the real world.

Reward 1: Restore everything (including the equipment brought into the story world) ps: Only restore the equipment redeemed from the WeChat Store.

Reward 2: 300 story points reward.

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

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Qinhuangdao is a seaside city. Unlike the seaside city clusters in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, Qinhuangdao is naturally far from the former two in terms of urban construction and economy, but it is natural. The land retains many features that should have belonged to a coastal city, and therefore, Qinhuangdao has become a good place for tourism and vacation.

It's night, the wind here, with a touch of salty wetness, and the temperature difference between day and night is quite obvious. Su Bai walked on the beach of Qinhuangdao alone wrapped in a thin coat.

This is a small community. There is a wharf next to the community. The wharf is not very large. It is not even in the same order of magnitude as the wharf located at the mouth of the Yangtze River in Nantong, Shanghai, but because of this Can't really disturb the tranquility of this beach.

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

Beside Su Bai, a young mother took her child to play on the beach. The little boy was holding a small plastic shovel and a plastic bucket in his hands, digging in the sand continuously.

The mother squatted and looked after her child, but didn't notice that the pants and jacket behind her were gone.

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

Flying from Shanghai to Beijing by plane, and then taking the high-speed rail to Qinhuangdao, the distance is very long but not very long. In terms of Su Bai's current physique and physical condition, he does not feel tired.

It's just that at this moment, his figure looks extremely depressed.

Su Bai is not a high-spirited type, but it is also far from the depression. The state at this time is already an extremely rare segment in his life.

Squatting down on the beach, lighting a cigarette, Su Bai faced the sea, spitting out a smoke ring lonely, and suddenly remembered a sentence that sounds very cliché now, what I smoked is not cigarettes, but loneliness.

Su Bai now,

It's really lonely.

The monk was a long time later than the scheduled time. He didn't wear a robes, but a yellow kung fu. The whole person looked very delicate. In fact, he looked really young, just twenty-seven-eight. It’s just that I have always liked to wear cassocks, so I look a little dark and serious, and people unconsciously think about his age.

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

Su Bai shook the soot, and simply sat directly on the beach. This beach has artificial traces. After all, this is a city, and there are tall buildings a hundred meters away. The original natural landscape is naturally impossible, but there are At that time, the natural landscape was not slightly artificially affected and more comfortable and pleasant.

"Monk, I'm here to talk to you." Su Bai threw the cigarette **** into the sea, and the warning sign next to the Dead Sea did not hesitate to ban littering.

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

Two big men face the sea together, sitting on the beach.

"I used to... how to say, I look down on you."

The monk did not speak.

"Because you, the city is too deep, anyone can calculate, and they are all calculating. With you, no matter what you do, it's pretty boring." Su Bai spread his hands on the beach. The sand is very soft, and there is still a little warmth. "I don't like this. I always feel that sometimes, it's better to be pure and pure."

"The poor monk understands that you actually carry the gene of violence in your bones."

Su Bai nodded, "I'm sick, really, mentally ill. If it weren't for the terrorist broadcast, to be honest, I guess I will be the most wanted criminal for consecutive crimes in two years. I might be caught and broadcast live. If the court pronounces a verdict, you may have to go to exile abroad, or even to places like Africa or the Middle East."

"What happened?"

Su Bai was silent for a while, and told his own experience in the story world as it was. When there is no interest entanglement, the monk can still be reliable, and these knots and inner words of his own seem to be Now I can only talk to the monk. After all, they are desperadoes on the same boat;

Furthermore, there are very few Su Bai in this world who can speak his heart.

Maybe I didn't think it before, but one day, when I suddenly woke up, the sense of loneliness of being independent and abandoned by the whole world can really make people feel trembling.

After listening to Su Bai’s narrative, the monk pondered 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 three months ago. Welcome to your next story world. With your experience and feelings this time, you have some preparations and mental preparations. The poor monk owes you a favor."

"Deadly, Lao Tzu came to you, not for your worthless favors. You are a mercy that anyone can cheat. I don't dare to really care about the favors you owe, for fear that you will take Lao Tzu. When the pit is dead, I stand in front of my grave and say again: This time I owe you a bigger favor."

The monk didn’t care about Su Bai’s ridicule. In fact, the monk’s self-cultivation was really high. When Su Bai was protecting the child in the fox’s belly, the monk looked at it silently when he overturned the table. Everything happened without even a single swear word.

At this point, whether it is a monk, Gyatso, or a fat man, it seems that they have a lot more advantages than Su Bai. They can really sit down and have a meal together and chat to continue discussing the next one. No matter how the steps are taken, Su Bai can't. Su Bai's tolerance is sometimes terribly low, and the state of wanting to get sick from time to time is really not suitable for this teamwork model that needs to beware of each other.

"In the end, you shot." The monk slowly said, "Prove 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 and family. You don't have the kind of fateful friendship between you. It's just that you have a good relationship since you were a kid, and that's it.

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

I believe that if it is your relative, your immediate family, or the person who gave up to save you in the first place, with your character, you would really rather die by yourself than shoot him.

Also, he is not really him. Of course, your point is not whether he is real or not. Your point is that the poor monk knows that you shot your friend. "

Su Bai patted his palms, not in a hurry to speak.

The monk continued: "Actually, for us, it is a very necessary thing to break the relationship with the real world. Really, you have an advantage in this aspect. Sorry, the following may There will be some taboos.

Su Bai, your parents have died since childhood, so your xinxing is more mature than ordinary people, even you are more carefree, no pressure to survive, no goal to fight, you have a lot of money , Your pressure is very small. Even after you lost your parents, you lived alone for more than ten years or nearly twenty years. This kind of life state determines your personality and many of your psychological habits.

In the story world, you often encounter levels that test the audience's heart and soul, and you often have a greater advantage than ordinary listeners.

You are still blaming yourself for the shot you took, feeling that you have lost a friend, that you have betrayed a friend, feel that you are sorry for a friend, in fact, these are the same as the afterglow of the setting sun, they are your last Hypocritical. "

The monk stood up at this time, stretched out his hand to pat Su Bai's shoulder, and then said in a daze, "One day, you will become exactly like a poor monk, and become a poor monk, which you originally hated. Looks like.

Because, what the terrorist broadcast wants is actually this kind of person, people who are not this kind of person, most of them are dead. "

After finishing speaking, the monk put his hands together, pinched the lotus, and recited a section of "Meditation Mantra" to Su Bai.

Su Bai let go of his mind and let the monk's own spirit exert its influence. In the end, Su Bai slowly closed his eyes and lay on the soft sand.

The monk turned around and left directly. His affair on Qinhuangdao is not over yet. He must close the affair before his next story comes and take time to come out and talk to Su Bai for a while , Giving him a mental massage, it can be regarded as repaying the favor that Su Bai brought back several disabled people from the top of the mountain in the story world last time.

Su Bai slept until the next day’s Meng Mengliang, the brilliance of the morning sun had fallen down, and it shone on Su Bai’s body, giving him a warm feeling, which was brought about by sleeping on the beach. The cold air was also dispersed at this time.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Chu Zhao’s phone, but the other party answered very slowly.

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

Chu Zhao was still drunk, obviously, drinking for another night.

"Drink less alcohol~IndoMTL.com~ hurt your body." Su Bai said.

"Stop talking nonsense to me, you owe me an explanation, quick, quick......"

"I don't owe you anything." Su Bai's eyes gradually calmed down.

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

But at the moment the shot was shot, Su Bai could not deceive himself. At that time, he really shot him as Chu Zhao, because Li He's reaction at that time was too abnormal. Obviously, it was terrifying. The broadcast changed what the ghost named Chu Zhao said as the ghost of Chu Zhao.

For example, what Li He actually said at that time was: Su Bai, I am Chu Zhao. But watching and listening from Su Bai's side is: Come on, you are going to beat me to death.

This point, in Su Bai's mind, was actually clear at that time.

Hung up the phone, and at the same time a little melancholy, because after returning to the real world, Su Bai contacted Chu Zhao, but could not contact Xun'er. She, like the world has evaporated, even the embassy and the country, None of them reacted or noticed.

Su Bai certainly knows what this means. This is a task of returning to the real world in batches. Su Bai can only play it now. Xun'er enters as an experiencer. As long as he stays on it, in the end, according to the habit of terrifying broadcasting, he should not deliberately make it difficult to experience Of the person.

"Damn, hang up my phone again..."

In the bedroom, Chu Zhao lay in a circle of wine bottles and threw the phone out bitterly. The phone fell on the floor with a crisp sound and the phone screen was broken.

However, the phone rang at this time:

"Welcome to listen to the horror radio show, I am the host of the show, I have no name, because here, the name does not have the slightest meaning..."

"Damn......what the hell..." Chu Zhao belched a drink and yelled. (To be continued.)