Terror broadcast

"I know I'm very arrogant, but sitting here talking to myself on a rainy day is like a fool. People who walk by with an umbrella think I'm a fool.

Yes, I can laugh at them for being idiots who are too ignorant to see the true face of the world, but can I really see it clearly?

What is cause and effect?

It's like if I fart here, as long as the angle is right, the direction is accurate, and the amount of fart is perfect, I can fart here and set off a tsunami in the Pacific Ocean.

But things are never that simple. Just as people are a part of society, they are also a part of this space and this world. Any behavior you do that is not conducive to the stability of this world will be automatically resolved and digested by this world.

The most obvious thing is that Lychee wiped out a city, but so what?

The UK, the EU and even the whole world are still functioning normally. In fact, I am also worried that when the road of cause and effect reaches the top, what I see is actually just a situation deliberately arranged by the broadcast. Everything is under the control of the broadcast. In the process, all the process is taking off the pants and farting.

You ask me why I insist on taking this path even if I think it might be this ending?

The reason is very simple, one drop of semen and ten drops of blood, but men still enjoy ejaculation. Isn’t it the pleasure in the process that they are pursuing? I feel that my current self-inflation is like the rest of the world’s listeners are criticizing my feeling of being alone. , it’s really good, hahahahaha…………”

At this point, the fat man raised his head and laughed, forming a special landscape in the rain and among the people passing by.

After finishing laughing, the fat man sighed, "You know, I am actually not very confident myself, because I have helped Monk, Buddha and Dabai make calculations.

The monk's path is blurry, and Gyatso's path is also blurry. This may be because they haven't made a real choice yet. Once they make a choice, the path may become clearer, and Dabai... I calculate every time , I can feel that there is a dead end ahead of him. I don’t even know why he is able to jump to the present. He should have been dead long ago, but he is not, he is still living.

Sometimes, I really admire him. Whether he was born or became a listener, he actually had a hard time. He should bear this loneliness. In fact, he is also enjoying this loneliness.

However, when this lonely traveler suddenly became concerned and worried, he was no longer so pure.

This is my feeling. I use cause and effect to look at it from the perspective of 'God'. If that child had not appeared, he should have more terrifying strength now. Even if he has become an advanced audience, I have no idea at all. surprise.

Because of that child, he had concerns, and because of that child, the extreme elements in his character were being constantly and subtly neutralized.

You ask me, will that child be disposed of?

Probably... yes.

But it shouldn’t be broadcasting. Broadcasting will not directly intervene in things in the real world, but even if it does not intervene, broadcasting has thousands of other ways to achieve its goals.

Such as the original blood corpse. "

The fat man took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew out the smoke, which quickly dissipated in the rain.

"He will die, and he will die soon, because from a causal point of view, his attractiveness to the broadcast will be much reduced. In fact, his uncontrolled mental abnormality may be viewed by the broadcast as a matter of fact. Interesting things.

This is in line with the broadcaster’s consistent pursuit of storytelling, but once he begins to gradually converge on his personality and starts to be a devil daddy, his attraction to the broadcaster will be reduced, and the broadcaster will find him boring. I think he is very boring, and I think he is just an ordinary listener who cares about his life.

So, I am thinking about a question now, when Dabai got sick again and again and tried to die again and again, but he didn't die?

Being able to turn misfortune into good fortune every time, is this pure luck or is it a true sense of risking one's life to survive?

Fuck, now I think it’s interesting to watch him on the radio, so I deliberately prevent him from dying. Where do so many coincidences come from, where do so many opportunities come from, and where do so many close calls come from?

If the radio felt that he could continue to be interesting, he might use some accidents to get the child to leave Su Bai. The easiest way would be to kill the child, just like he did with the blood corpse.

But in fact, we can also think about it differently. Will the two people who created Su Bai sit back and watch Dabai disappear like this and die like an ordinary audience? "

………………

A string of Buddhist beads was hung around Su Bai's neck. Su Bai lay flat on the bed, breathing steadily.

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" Gyatso asked.

"I don't know. When I wake up, I am just facing pain." The monk stood beside the bed, a little helpless. "But the poor monk hopes that he can survive like before. I always feel that no blow can defeat his almost It can be called a perverted spirit.”

"Including this time?" Gyatso asked.

The monk hesitated and did not answer.

Su Bai opened his eyes at this time. There was no red color in his eyes, and there was not even a trace of blood in his eyes. But what was left in his eyes was a coldness that penetrated deep into his bones.

Supporting the bed with one hand, Su Bai felt the pain comparable to a bone fracture coming from the palm of his hand. Su Bai took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up.

He was now seriously injured due to the previous confrontation with the formation, but Su Bai didn't care much about it now.

"Can we calm down and talk now?" The monk looked at Su Bai and asked.

Su Bai nodded, "I'm sorry, monk, Lord Buddha."

After saying that, Su Bai smiled to himself.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if everything was normal, as if the little guy would stumble at the door later, shouting "Papa" and jump into his arms.

"There are not many people who have the ability to enter here quietly and take away Ji Xiang and the little guy." The monk analyzed.

Su Bai raised his hand and signaled to the monk that he didn't need to say anything.

"I know who it is. The grandparents wanted to see their grandson, so they took him away. This is normal, isn't it?" Su Bai directly told the answer from the bottom of his heart.

Because the radio will not do this kind of thing directly in person, especially in the real world, the radio wants the little guy to disappear in front of itself. It has countless accidents and methods, even if it is similar to the blood corpse, but it still It really doesn't come down directly and snatch away people and cats. This is not in line with the aesthetics of broadcasting.

"If nothing else happens, it might be them." The monk obviously agreed with Su Bai's statement.

Su Bai's body began to make a crisp sound as the joints rubbed against each other, and at the same time, the muscle tissue began to twist. This was a forced self-repair of the body. This was very painful, but Su Bai didn't even frown and seemed very calm.

"call…………"

The body was a little weak, because most of the strength was used to repair the body, but Su Bai quickly got off the bed, at least now he has regained his ability to move, even if he is strong on the outside but strong on the inside.

Gyatso and the monk looked at Su Bai. They could see that Su Bai was "normal", but in this "normal" state, there was a surging current.

It seemed like it had been a long time since I had seen Su Bai look like this.

"It's funny, isn't it? My son was snatched away, and I don't even know where to find him." Su Bai shrugged, still talking with a smile.

"We really can't find them. Otherwise, the radio might have taken action long ago." The monk sighed.

Su Bai walked to the closet and opened the door. The painting was gone.

The painting that Jixiang always kept with him and looked at often disappeared, and was probably taken away by that person.

Jixiang had hinted him to look at the painting before. Maybe Jixiang sensed something was about to happen, but Su Bai didn't do that. Even now, Su Bai had nothing to regret. Since the other party insisted on taking the little guy away, no matter whether he Knowing or not, there is no way to stop it.

"There are no paintings left?" Gyatso asked.

"Yes, the painting is gone." Su Bai took a deep breath.

Gyatso and the monk stopped talking because they didn't know what to say now. Their intuition told them that Su Bai looked calm now, but in fact, only ghosts could believe it.

Su Bai picked up the phone and knitted the windbreaker again, covering his upper body and entire body.

"Where are you going?" the monk asked, "your injury is not healed yet."

"So monk, please accompany me." Su Bai looked at the monk and said, "You don't need to take action, I will do it."

"What are you going to do?" Gyatso asked.

"One of them took away my son. I have to do something. Unfortunately, I am too weak now and can't find them. But I have to do something."

"What on earth are you going to do?" the monk asked.

"I can't find where they are, but at least I know where their home is, their home, and their parents, that is, my...grandparents, grandparents.

Haha, if someone else takes away my son, I will let him die as a parent. It's fair, isn't it? "Su Bai asked back.

“First, according to your mother’s attitude towards your aunt, they may really not care about worldly relationships and feelings;

Second, their two families have considerable influence in the real world. They are not ordinary people that you can kill casually. If you kill them, you will definitely commit a big cause and effect, and at least they will be broadcast in the next story. Increase the difficulty in the world, or worse, your next story world will be a punishing story world, just like your last time. "

Su Bai smiled, pointed at his face, and asked:

"I may have overlooked one thing myself,

That’s because I don’t know when it started. You actually think,

Do I care about this? "