Terror broadcast

"In front of the door, under the bridge, a group of ducks are swimming by. Come on, count them, two, four, six, seven, eight..."

This children's song is playing on the TV in the living room.

In the morning, the monk who had just gotten up and was about to wash up heard this song and was stunned for a moment. What happened last night was still vivid in his mind, especially the pair of wet footprints. In fact, it not only hit Su Bai, but also himself and Buddha. It was a big blow. After all, he and Buddha were also residents of this house. They used to be proud that this "Peach Blossom Land" was a safe haven for themselves and others, but now, this house has been destroyed. The second time.

The monk looked towards the living room with some worry, only to find Su Bai sitting on the sofa, eating fried eggs and toast, drinking milk, and watching some video on his cell phone.

"Morning." The monk said.

"Morning." Su Bai waved his hand, without raising his head, but pointed to the kitchen, "There is breakfast ready in the kitchen."

"Yeah." The monk was a little surprised by Su Bai's reaction at this time. It was completely different from the hysteria last night.

When the monk came out after washing, Su Bai had already finished eating. He was not in the living room, but lying on a wicker chair in the yard, basking in the rising sun in the early morning. He didn't need to rush to the company like the others to go to work. Living and working is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing.

When Gyatso came out, he saw Su Bai sunbathing outside and glanced at the monk who was sitting on the sofa having breakfast.

The monk shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

In just one night, he really became like a normal person, but it seemed that nothing could not happen to Su Bai. The monk and Buddha just felt a little surprised, but it was not really incredible. After all, Su Bai's ability to withstand stress And the ability to self-regulate is really abnormal sometimes.

Su Bai on the wicker chair closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrant morning scent. Next to his wicker chair was the vine. The vine seemed to have a life of its own, moving and swaying with the breeze.

The morning is very beautiful, life is also very beautiful, and life seems to be very beautiful.

"Monk, we need a pot of tea." Su Bai shouted while lying on the wicker chair.

After a while, the monk came out carrying a teapot and teacup.

Su Bai took the tea cup and held it in his hand.

"Are you going to bask in the sun here today?" the monk asked.

"You two are at a critical moment, go and do your work. Being promoted to a senior audience is like giving birth to a child. You have to work harder towards the end." Su Bai is now a senior audience. It can be said that he is ahead of the monk and Buddha. Because of his status, he is indeed qualified to give some advice to monks and Buddhas.

"The poor monk is going out for a while. There was originally a Western Buddhist exchange group coming today, but something seems to have changed."

"What's going on?" Su Bai knew that the monk had been participating in such activities recently.

"This is the other party's list. Take a look." The monk handed a red booklet to Su Bai.

Su Bai glanced at it, and the first one was the name of the leader of the exchange group, but this leader's name was the most attractive.

"Lucifer?" Su Bai smiled, "Is this to bully you Central Plains monks who don't understand English? Or does it mean something else? Lucifer, shouldn't it be the name of the devil?"

"I'll take a look at it then. It might just be a misunderstanding."

"Go early and come back early to make dinner." Su Bai gave the monk a virtual greeting with his tea cup.

The monk left, and Buddha changed into a pair of bright clothes and walked out. There were many metal rings on the clothes, which made a jingling sound when he walked.

"Dabai, do these clothes look good?" Buddha stood in front of Su Bai and turned around.

Su Bai reached out and covered his eyes, pretending not to see.

Buddha glanced at Su Bai and said with pity, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice."

Immediately, Buddha also left home in good spirits.

Looking at his "charming" appearance, it's really hard to relate to the shirtless man who killed people with a hatchet on his back when I first saw him two or three years ago.

Time is a butcher's knife. People and time are actually always in a state of relative motion. Time will change people, but people can't do anything about time. From this perspective, it seems a bit unfair.

Su Bai lay on the wicker chair for more than an hour. The sun was slowly rising. It had rained last night, but today's weather was particularly sunny. Under the sunlight, there was a kind of warmth with a scorching heat.

Jixiang, who was wrapped in white bandages all over his body, slowly walked out. The monk's bandaging technique was very good and would not affect Jixiang's activities. But looking at Jixiang's appearance at this time, even if he still deliberately raised his head high, But it can only produce the effect of emoticons, and it is difficult to create the cold style before.

Of course, if it loses its memory, it will no longer be as auspicious as before.

The monk said that whether the memory can be restored depends on whether the soul can be restored.

Su Bai got off the wicker chair and picked up Jixiang. Jixiang instinctively resisted hugs from humans. Regardless of whether it lost its memory, it seemed to hate being a human pet. But at this time, it really couldn't challenge Su Bai. , Su Bai held him in his arms, holding his cat's paws with both hands, and gently swaying him up and down.

"You're recovering well." Su Bai said while teasing Jixiang. Last night, someone came, but they didn't take Jixiang away, nor did they kill Jixiang, nor did they take action against the three people in the room.

In fact, Su Bai is very clear about the rule that the man and the woman cannot take action against the audience. The monk also told Gyatso last night, meaning that although the man and the woman are terrible, they cannot kill themselves, otherwise the radio will find them. Bar.

It feels very strange now. The radio has tortured him thousands of times. But now, for Su Bai, the only thing he can count on is the radio. If there is no radio, the man and the woman will be hanging on them. The sharp sword above his head may no longer even need to exist.

Su Bai checked again and found that Jixiang's recovery was better than previously expected. His body and fur had recovered well. This was probably due to the medicine taken by Snake Gallbladder and the two eminent monks. However, Jixiang's true body and soul were not actually there. It has recovered somewhat, but it has maintained a trend of not getting worse.

In other words, what Jixiang has recovered now is just the body of a cat, and now it is actually an ordinary cat. When he was in that research institute, Jixiang could still fight ordinary monsters, but he was sucked by the triangular eyes. Finally, the last remaining strength of Ji Xiang was drained away.

A black cat, a cold black cat, an arrogant cat who can't resist his master's teasing.

Jixiang is still struggling. It seems that he really doesn’t like a male adult human holding him like this, and even holding his flesh paws to make the Lucky Cat gesture. Although he doesn’t understand what a Lucky Cat is, he instinctively I feel like I shouldn't do such a silly move.

But soon, Jixiang stopped struggling, because it felt that the body of the man holding it was twitching slightly, and his palms were trembling.

I am the one who should resist and cry when being teased, okay? You are using force on me, why do you feel like you are the one being raped?

But for some reason, Ji Xiang stopped struggling. He seemed to sigh and lay obediently in Su Bai's arms.

Su Bai raised his head and took a deep breath.

He picked up Jixiang and placed it on the coffee table next to the wicker chair. Jixiang was lying here, looking at Su Bai.

Su Bai placed a photo in front of Ji Xiang,

"Do you know him?"

Su Bai asked, pointing to the little guy in the photo.

Ji Xiang was silent, then lowered his head, pressing his head with a pair of paws, feeling a little struggling, a little aggrieved, and a little confused.

"good."

Seeing Jixiang like this, Su Bai couldn't bear to ask any more questions. It had no memory of him, but it had feelings for him. It had proved this before in the research institute, so Jixiang must also have feelings for the little guy. , but it can’t remember anything, and continuing to show it pictures of the little guy is just torture for it.

"Come, I'll take you home and take you to Ruyi!"

Now, it seems that there is only one place left that can help Jixiang recover. There is Ruyi, the friend Jixiang grew up with since childhood, and the fat man in the coffin, and that person is still with Jixiang. Su Yuhang was very difficult to deal with.

Now, Su Bai suddenly thought, if he did not come out from the place of enlightenment at that time, but continued to be locked in the place of enlightenment, would the little guy be captured? Will Jixiang become like this?

Perhaps, the little guy may lose his father for a long time, but the reason why the man and the woman took action against the little guy and Jixiang should most likely be because of himself. If he is in a place where they cannot reach him, Then they won't attack other people again.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone and was about to book a flight, but at this moment, Jixiang jumped off the coffee table and ran into the living room.

Su Bai didn't care about it, just let it go and play. However, when buying the ticket, Su Bai found that he had no money in his card, so he had to call Chu Zhao and asked Chu Zhao to transfer 20,000 to him first.

Money in the real world really doesn't mean much to the audience, so Chu Zhao quickly transferred the money.

After Su Bai booked the flight, he turned around and found Jixiang standing on the carpet in the living room with a bag of fresh milk in his mouth. However, he was a little confused. He didn't seem to know that he was biting the bag of fresh milk. For what purpose, it doesn’t even know who to give it to, but it knows that it doesn’t like drinking this thing, and it is definitely not for itself.

Su Bai looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning.

In the past, this time every day was the time for the little one to drink milk after getting up.