Terror broadcast

Guangzhou is a very trendy city, a tide of fashion and humidity;

Especially in the recent period, the sky has been basically filled with darkness, and the depressive atmosphere has always shrouded the city. It starts to rain from time to time, and then ends quickly, and the cycle starts over and over again, living in this city. People here are accustomed to it, but the drivers here always complain about the climate here every time they receive guests from out of town.

There is Beijing Road in Yuexiu District. It was originally an old street, but now it is a commercial pedestrian street. Stores of well-known brands complement each other with small claypot rice shops across the street. No one is inferior to the other, and no one is inferior to the other.

A man was standing on the street, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a pair of red short-sleeved shirts and black shorts. In most other places in China, people still have to wear a jacket when going out. Such an outfit, In fact, it has become the standard for people in Guangzhou nowadays.

The man was talking on the phone first, and it could be heard that he was talking to his wife and children. He was full of care and concern as a husband and a father.

After the call ended, the man threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him and walked straight down the street. Not far to the right was the Pearl River, but this section of the road was under maintenance and tall plastic signs were erected. It's a board, so you can't see the river.

The location the man was walking towards was a Seven Days Inn not far from the subway exit. There were several Seven Days Inns on this road, and this place was referred to as the second store.

The door at the main entrance on the street was locked. The man was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, the organizer would not make such a mistake, especially since this party was organized by the Audience Forum.

After walking around for a while, the man discovered that the entrance was in a small alley at the back, and when he walked in, he found the counter.

"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?"

The man took out his ID card and handed it over, "The reservation should be made. My name is Qin Yang."

"Okay sir, just a moment."

The staff began to check the records and found it quickly. They took out the room card and handed it to the man along with his ID card.

"Sir, your room is in 232."

"good."

Qin Yang took the room card and walked to the elevator with his luggage bag. He swiped the room card on the elevator, pressed the elevator down, and then walked in.

When he got to the second floor and walked out of the elevator, Qin Yang saw that the door of room 233 had just been closed. He only saw a back figure entering, but that back figure gave him a familiar feeling.

Qin Yang, who knew that a group of listeners would live here in the near future, was not too surprised. Although he couldn't tell who it was, and he didn't know if he really knew him, there was always a chance to meet him.

I swiped my card to open my room, and a musty smell hit my nose. There was nothing I could do about it. The hotel rooms were cramped and not very ventilated. In addition, in the humid environment of Guangzhou, this was really the only way to go. .

"Are the people in this forum so stingy? Book a hotel here."

Qin Yang shook his head. Although he had been driving a taxi in Qinhuangdao to make money to support his family, now that he has come out, with his consciousness and values ​​as an audience, he would not be reluctant to spend more money to stay in a slightly higher-end hotel.

Forget it, he wasn't a particular person anyway. Qin Yang put down his salute, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his phone, and looked at the WeChat group for this event.

There are more than ten people in the WeChat group, but Qin Yang thinks there may be this number of people who have not actually joined the WeChat group.

"We will inform you of the specific matters tomorrow. You can go shopping by yourself tonight or meet with the audience you know." The manager of the WeChat group @checked everyone.

It was a very insincere and perfunctory sentence, but no one else in the group expressed any dissatisfaction, even though they were not apprentices organized by the school, but listeners.

There is no other reason. It is said that the person who spoke has reached the threshold of being promoted to a senior audience. Maybe next month or the month after that, if nothing else happens, he will be a senior audience. When everyone meets, he will have to speak respectfully. Call me "Sir".

Qin Yang opened the bottle cap and took a sip of water. He was indeed a little unhappy with this person's attitude, "I haven't become a high-level listener yet, but I'm already pretending to be a high-level listener, haha."

The circle of listeners is very realistic and the hierarchy is very strict. Experiencers are the largest group, while low-level listeners and ordinary listeners are one group. It is natural for the latter to despise the former. After that, senior listeners are one group and high-level listeners are one. group, and above that is the boss-level audience.

There is a complete asymmetry in information and cognition between one group and another. The superior can know the things of the subordinates, but it is difficult for the subordinates to know the things of the superiors.

There are actually a few people in the WeChat group who plan to go out for dinner. Sometimes it is a kind of enjoyment for a few senior people who don’t know each other to get together to eat and chat. Everyone is incompatible with this world and society, and they usually want to find someone to chat with. People are difficult, so only listeners can have common topics to talk about.

Of course, the premise is that the strength gap is not too big, and the two sides have not had any enemies before.

Qin Yang was too lazy to go out. He came to Guangzhou from the dry Qinhuangdao, and he had not yet adapted. Although the adaptability of the audience was many times stronger than that of ordinary people, in the real world, Qin Yang still liked to regard himself as a person. Normal people.

I took off my clothes, went into the bathroom and took a shower. I came back and lay down on the bed. I turned on the TV first. I found that the TV couldn't find any other channels except for a few Guangzhou stations, so I simply turned off the TV.

Qin Yang took out a document from his bag and read it again.

This event was organized and initiated by the Audience Forum, and was aimed at senior audience levels. The incident started when a low-level audience passed by a place on Beijing Road and saw his grandmother who had been dead for many years. Her grandmother was still acting normally. Said hello to him.

If an ordinary person posts this post, it can only be posted in Tianya or a post bar as an ordinary supernatural story and used as a source of conversation for people after dinner. But this is a low-level listener, and the person who strengthened it is a Taoist priest. At the same time, he put this It happened on the audience forum.

After that, several administrators on the forum immediately paid attention to it and came to investigate in person. It is said that they also invited a senior listener who practiced formations to conduct on-site inspections. Finally, they came to a vague conclusion, which meant that there was a node on this Beijing road. , due to unknown reasons, space-time chaos occurred.

In terms of information, there is only so much information. When the forum sent invitations to the listeners who chose to participate in this operation, there were so many messages. More information and content can only wait until the forum people organize a formal meeting for everyone tomorrow. He said that this is also to ensure that the forum's own interests are protected in this event.

The reason why we chose senior listeners to explore is because the senior listener said that if senior listeners trespass here without permission, they are likely to explode this space-time chaos. Exploding naturally does not mean explosion or explosion. The rest of the damage is because the appearance of this thing is a mistake, an occasional and wonderful mistake, but the advanced listener himself has a closer connection with the surrounding space. If he enters there, he will directly make this mistake naturally. corrected.

According to the analysis of the data, Qin Yang himself felt that there was probably a hidden magic weapon here, and the properties of this magic weapon were probably to mobilize the power of time and space.

Just recently, "Journey to the West" has been put on the screen again, and I don't know whether that magic weapon can be worth the effect of the Yueguang Treasure Box.

Anyway, there is no shortage of desperadoes in the audience circle, and this attraction is indeed very great. Basically, everyone invited by the forum has agreed, because there is really no reason to refuse. Everyone wants to try their luck, and it is said that The senior audience member who practices the formation will also sit here to prevent audience members who are not invited from the forum from coming to fish in troubled waters, which can be regarded as ensuring the interests of everyone's side to the greatest extent.

Of course, Qin Yang also knew that this matter was definitely not that simple. Otherwise, there would be no need to post hero posts widely on the forum. There might be a bigger evil hidden behind it, but the listeners who came here should all know it.

The cell phone beside him suddenly rang at this moment, and Qin Yang answered the call:

"Hey, who are you?"

"Old Qin, I'm so sad. We met her back in Qinhuangdao, and you forgot about her so quickly?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very greasy, and it was a man's voice.

"Zhang Bayi?" Qin Yang tentatively guessed.

"Hey, it's me." The fat man looked very excited on the other end of the phone, "Well, you've arrived in Guangzhou now, right?"

"We're here." Qin Yang replied.

"Let's have dinner together tonight." Fatty invited.

"What do you want me to do?" Qin Yang couldn't understand.

"Hey, more friends means more paths. I came alone this time, and I will officially leave tomorrow. We should at least have a small group by ourselves first, right? After all, we are friends who have known each other for a long time."

"Where are your friends? They didn't come with you?"

"The one we came to Qinhuangdao with last time has been missing for almost three months, and there is no news. The other two monks are probably still in Shanghai eating fast and chanting Buddha and are not happy to participate in this matter, so I can only come here alone."

When he heard that Sanyue was missing, Qin Yang frowned slightly. The figure he saw walking into Room 233 when he just got out of the elevator seemed to overlap with a person in his impression.

………………

In the evening, Qin Yang went out to have dinner with Fatty. There were two audience members beside Fatty. It was a meal for four people. As a scene controller, Fatty at least made the atmosphere of the meal very enthusiastic.

Qin Yang had indeed heard before that this fat man was nicknamed a social butterfly in the audience circle, which meant that he had a wide network of contacts and knew many people. This time, it seemed that he clearly lived up to his reputation.

After the four people finished eating, they returned to the Seven Days Inn together. One of them, a middle-aged man named Xu Rui, asked his doubts when he walked to the small door:

"Why did the forum choose to hold the meeting place in this hotel?"

Yes, the forum should not be for saving money.

"Perhaps, the secret lies in this hotel." The fat man laughed and patted Xu Rui, Qin Yang and another man named Zheng Long on the shoulders;

The other three people all knew that Fatty himself studied formations. Although he was unlikely to be more powerful than the senior audience member who practiced formations, he was at least much better than the three of them.

After the fat man's suggestion, the three of them stopped asking questions and walked into the elevator together.

The fat man and the other two people were on the third floor, so Qin Yang got out of the elevator first. When he walked to the door of his room, Qin Yang looked at the room 233 next door again. The figure from the back did look very similar to that person, but If that person came, why wasn't the fat man with him? Even Fatty said he had been missing for three months.

Without rushing to take out the key card and swipe the card to enter his room, Qin Yang stood in front of the door of room 233. If it was that person inside, it would be normal for him to knock on the door and go in to chat. After all, the two had met in Qinhuangdao. After a few times, we can't say that we are good friends, but we know each other. Since the other party chose this time to appear in this hotel, the purpose is probably the same. There is no problem in meeting and chatting.

If you admit the wrong person, if it is a strange ordinary person,

Well, that's no problem.

"Dong dong dong..."

Qin Yang knocked on the door, but there was no response.

No one is here?

Qin Yang was a little hesitant. Because of the special reasons of this hotel, Qin Yang initially thought that there was a formation arranged by people from the forum in advance to block the detection of spiritual consciousness. After all, everyone is an audience. If they live so close, Even if there is a wall or even several walls, there is no privacy at all. But after hearing the fat man's words before, Qin Yang believed that it was the special location of the hotel that caused this phenomenon to occur.

Then, it is very likely that the so-called Beijing Road node is in this hotel.

But now I knock on the door and no one responds, what should I do?

Just break down the door and get in?

Qin Yang shook his head helplessly, and went back to his room door, swiped his card, and entered his room. Anyway, we should find out tomorrow whether he is that person or not.

About half an hour after Qin Yang returned to his room, the door of Room 233 was opened from the inside, and a man wearing a black sweatshirt walked out. He was wearing a pair of sneakers and had ear plugs in his ears. Earphones, it looks like he is going out for a late night run to exercise.

When I walked into the elevator, it happened to be that the elevator came down from the third floor. The fat man was standing inside, and there was another strange person beside him, but the fat man and that person were already talking. It can be seen that this person did not participate in the dinner tonight. A person is also a listener.

After the man in a sweatshirt walked into the elevator, Fatty's eyes fell on him, because this man gave him a familiar feeling, but he didn't know where to start. Even Fatty didn't even confirm whether he It is difficult for the audience to do this.

When the elevator reached the first floor, the man in the sweatshirt trotted out of the hotel door and started his evening run. The fat man walked to the counter with another person to buy some drinks and beers. Obviously, the work of a social butterfly was not completed yet. .

"What are you looking at? Is that person in the audience just now?" asked the man who came down to buy a drink.

"Who knows, anyway, the consciousness is isolated here and cannot be checked." The fat man replied.

"Ha, definitely not. Even if the spiritual consciousness is isolated, can the audience still not sense it if he is standing so close? Unless he is a high-level audience, an 'adult'."

"Haha." The fat man suddenly laughed, "If you guess correctly, then I will have an extra can of beer with you tonight!"

The fat man took one last look in the direction of the door. No one could be seen, but he still wanted to take another look.

…………

The wind at night brings a bit of coolness to the city, but the overall tone is still dominated by sultry heat. The humidity in Guangzhou can make the floors in the house soaked with water stains. People running in this kind of climate will naturally Also prone to sweating.

It's just that the man in the sweatshirt has been running for two blocks, and he still hasn't heard his breathing. Even when he walked past, you couldn't even see a drop of sweat on his face.

The old streets of Guangzhou are filled with the taste of old Guangzhou. There are also many time-honored restaurants here. They refuse to open branches, refuse Meituan or even refuse too many customers. They just stick to their original taste and also Therefore, although the man in the sweatshirt became more and more remote as he ran, it was still not sparsely populated.

At the corner in front, several black people were standing there, each holding a bottle of beer while drinking and chatting. People who occasionally passed by tried to take a few steps to the other side to stay away from them.

The young man in the sweatshirt ran over directly, and a black man with a gold chain around his neck threw the bottle of wine, hitting the man's feet.

The man raised his foot casually, and the empty beer bottle flew back and hit the black man in the face.

"boom!"

The black man immediately spurted blood from his nose and fell backward.

Several black companions nearby immediately gathered around and blocked the man's way, obviously wanting to ask for an explanation.

The man in the sweatshirt just stood there, not moving or speaking. He didn't even show any panic. He was as calm as a deep pool of water.

But this attitude irritated the black men even more. One of the largest men immediately rushed over and tried to strangle the man's neck with one hand.

The man reached out, grabbed the black man's arm, and twisted it gently.

"Bah"

An incredibly clear sound came, and then the other black people around saw their companion's palm being "picked off" completely. The black man who lost his palm screamed in fright, sat down directly on the ground, and looked at There was a look of shock on his bare elbow.

Another black man holding a knife in his hand was stunned when he saw this scene. Suddenly he felt a cold feeling in front of him, and then he found that his hands were pierced by his own knife, and a knife strung the two hands together. .

This bloody and violent scene, comparable to an R-rated movie, almost instantly broke down the psychological defenses of all the remaining black people. They screamed and ran around, not even bothering to take their injured companions with them.

The black man who lost his palm was still bleeding and lay on the ground wailing. The black man whose hands were pierced together ran outside, but fell to the ground because he could not stretch his arms to maintain balance. He struggled to get up again. Another black man who was hit in the face by a bottle is still lying on the ground unconscious.

The man in the sweatshirt did not continue his running. He just turned his head slightly and saw another black man in a straight suit walking out of the alley. He held a cigar in one hand and a beer in the other. He was supposed to be there just now. He was drinking, chatting and having a simple party with his black brothers.

"Friend, did you strike too hard?" The black man in a straight suit walked towards the man with a smile, but his eyes did not stay on the three injured black companions on the ground at all, he just watched the movement Shirt man.

Obviously, he came to question, not because the man hurt his compatriots, but because the man hurt his compatriots in front of him, which made him feel very humiliated.

Because when the man took action for the second time, he took the initiative to unleash his strength as a senior audience member. This was a warning, or, in other words, it meant giving me face to calm the matter.

But obviously, the man did not settle the matter.

"Is it heavy?" The man smiled nonchalantly, "Show me their legal temporary residence permit. If there is one, I can be responsible for the medical expenses and compensation."

The black man in a suit showed a smile. Because of his dark skin, his teeth looked particularly white.

"You seem very confident, my friend."

"People don't take the initiative to take care of garbage, but the garbage stained my shoes."

"You mean, I'm trash in front of you? I'm already an audience, but I can still see the strong flavor of racism in your tone and behavior. Don't you feel ashamed, my friend?"

"Please be aware of your position. This is not your country, nor does it belong to the circle you should be in. You can come, but please keep a low profile, especially in front of local audiences. It is even more important to keep a low profile."

"Haha, are you warning me?" The black man in suit shrugged, "It was the people here who invited me here, not myself. I am a guest, but you lack the most basic respect for the guest. , I think I should give you a little punishment to get you out of that absurd whirlpool of racial discrimination,

I, should come to save your pride and prejudice. "

Two black flame symbols appeared between the eyebrows of the man in the suit, and a black flame rippled all over his body. This feeling was a bit like a replica of the Hell Knight.

However, when the black man had just displayed his flame POSS, he found that the Chinese man standing in front of him suddenly disappeared, and then, he was lifted up.

What a speed!

"Buzz!"

A layer of ice fell instantly, completely sealing the black man. The flames that had just appeared on his body were extinguished in an instant, leaving only a wisp of green smoke rising from the top of his head.

"I used to have a black friend who was Chinese."

The man was still holding the black man, but stopped talking. He seemed to not know how to continue what he just said. The black man was covered in ice from top to bottom and could not move at all. Only his eyes were visible. , flashing something called "fear\

,"Fuck, I actually told a senior audience member that I wanted to save his Pride and Prejudice on the Chinese audience’s territory, Fuck! Fuck!

"Well, his body also anally fucked another friend of mine."

The man thought for a long time, said this, and then threw the black man out. The black man was smashed into the trash can on one side, and he could not get out until the ice melted.

Then, the man put the hood of his sweatshirt back on and plugged in his headphones again.

Continue your late run,

all of these,

Just a sideshow tonight.