Chapter 191： All come!

Li He looked at Su Bai with a sullen look.

Su Bai’s sharp eyes have become softer and softer.

even,

Brought a little embarrassment,

Yes,

cowardice,

When this kind of gaze appeared on a mental patient, it was obviously very abnormal. Su Bai’s hand was also shaking. The finger that was intended to pull the trigger became extremely weak at this time. It seems that I can’t press it. Go on.

Even at the end, Su Bai seems to be slowly diverting all the spirits, with a touch of helplessness on his face.

However, it seems that when the momentum fell to the bottom, Su Bai slammed his teeth and made a roar.

"boom!"

The gun rang.

[Hide the main line task] to complete, return to the real world.

Reward 1: Restore everything (including equipment brought into the story world) PS: Only restore the equipment redeemed from the micro store.

Reward 2:300 story point rewards.

Reward 3: You can enter the world of the story you entered before, time: 3 hours.

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Qinhuangdao is a coastal city. Unlike the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, which is also a seaside city group, Qinhuangdao naturally has a big gap with the former two in terms of urban construction and economy, but it naturally retains it. Many of the features that should have belonged to the coastal city, so Qinhuangdao has become a good place for a tourist holiday.

At night, the wind here, with a touch of salty wet, the temperature difference between day and night is more obvious, Su Bai is wrapped in a thin coat walking on the beach of Qinhuangdao.

It is a community here. There is a dock next to the community. The terminal is not very big. Even, it is not on the order of the Shanghai Nantong, which is located in the Yangtze River estuary area. But because of this, it is not really The disturbance is the tranquility of this beach.

This is not the specific scenic spot of the old faucet. It is an urban area, and it is extremely valuable to be able to preserve a tranquility belonging to the sea and the beach.

Beside Su Bai, there was a young mother playing with her own children on the beach. The little boy was holding a small plastic shovel and a plastic bucket in his hand and kept digging the sand.

The mother squatted and looked at her child, and did not notice that she had gone out in the pants and tops behind her.

Fortunately, behind the back of her is Su Bai, fortunately, this time Su Bai can not hold that kind of mind.

I flew from Shanghai to Beijing by plane, then took the high-speed train to Qinhuangdao. It was not very long when it was used far away. In terms of Su Bai’s current physical and physical state, I still don’t feel tired.

Only at this time his figure, but it seems extremely desolate.

Su Bai is not a type of temperament, but it is far from the will. The state at this time is already a very rare piece in his life.

On the beach, I fell down and ordered a cigarette. Su Bai was facing the sea, and spit out the smoke circle in a lonely way. Suddenly I remembered a sentence that sounds very cliché now. Brother is not smoking, it is lonely.

Su Bai now,

It is really lonely.

The monk was a little late than the scheduled time. He didn't wear a shackle, but a yellow kung fu. The whole person looked very handsome. The age seemed to be really small. It was just like the twenty-seventh, but it used to be I like to wear sputum, so it seems a bit sullen and serious, and people unconsciously think of his age.

The monk came to the side of Su Bai and did not speak.

Su Bai shook the ash, and sat directly on the beach. This beach has artificial traces. After all, it is a city. It is a tall building in the distance of 100 meters. Natural scenery is impossible, but sometimes it is natural. There is also no more artificial influence on the more comfortable and pleasant.

"Monk, I am coming to talk to you." Su Bai threw the cigarette **** into the sea, and the warning sign next to the Dead Sea was not allowed to litter.

"The poor know." The monk also sat down with his knees.

The two big men face the sea together and sit on the beach.

"I used to be quite...how to say, I can't quite see you."

The monk does not speak.

"Because you are this person, the city is too deep, anyone can count, and all are calculating, with you, no matter what you do, it is quite boring." Su Bai spread his hands and stayed on the beach, the sand is very soft There is still some warmth left. "I don't like this. I always feel that sometimes, it's just a little bit, purely, it's better."

"The poor understand that you have the violent genes in your bones."

Su Bai nodded. "I am sick, really, mentally ill. If I have not encountered a terrorist broadcast, to be honest, I have estimated that I have to be the number one wanted criminal in a row for two years. I may be caught and then broadcast the court verdict. It is also possible to have to go abroad or even go to Africa or the Middle East."

"What happened?"

Su Bai was silent for a while, and his experience of going to a story world was originally said locally. When there is no interest dispute, the monk can still be reliable, and his own knots and heartfelt words seem to be now. I can only find a monk to say, after all, they are the same desperate on the same boat;

Moreover, Su Bai has a relationship in this world, and there are very few people who can talk about the truth.

Maybe I didn't think it before, but one day, suddenly I woke up, the sense of loneliness that was left to be abandoned by the whole world, can really make people feel tremble.

After listening to Su Bai’s narrative, the monk thought for a while and said: “The poor world feels that the story world is very exciting, and it also reflects the changes in the three-month terror broadcast, and the impoverished estimate is about to usher. The next story in the world, with your experience and feelings at the end of the story, there is always some preparation and mental preparation, and the poor owe you a favor."

"Death, I will come to you, not for your worthless people. You are the one who can hang the goods. I don’t dare to take care of you. I am afraid that you will die." Then stand in front of my grave and say: This time I owe you a bigger person."

Regarding the ridicule of Su Bai, the monk did not care. In fact, the cultivation of the monk was indeed very high. When Su Bai tried to overturn the table in the protection of the child in the fox belly, the monk actually watched it happen silently. Even a thick mouth has not exploded.

At this point, whether it is a monk or Gyatso, or a fat man, it seems to have a much better advantage than Su Bai. They can really sit together and chat and chat to continue to discuss the next step. Su Bai can't, Su Bai's patience is sometimes terrible, and the state of getting sick from time to time is really not suitable for this teamwork mode that needs to be guarded against each other.

"You ended up shooting," the monk said slowly. "Prove that your heart is actually more loving yourself."

"Crap." Su Bai grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it to the front.

"This is the human nature. He is your friend, not your parents and family. There is no such kind of friendship between you. It is only from childhood to big, and the feelings are very good. That's all.

In the face of this kind of interpersonal relationship, you choose to protect yourself at a critical time, and it is understandable to shoot for yourself to survive.

Believe, if it is your loved one, your immediate family member, or someone who has saved you from the past, with your character, you are expected to really want to die and not shoot him.

Moreover, he is not really him. Of course, your point is not whether he is really him or not. Your focus is poor and you are shooting at a friend. ”

Su Bai patted the palm of his hand and did not rush to speak.

The monk continued: "In fact, it is a very necessary thing for us to break the interpersonal relationship with the real world. Really, you have an advantage in this respect. Sorry, the following words may be taboo. .

Su Bai, you have both parents died, so your heart is more mature than ordinary people. Even, you are more unconcerned, there is no pressure to survive, there is no goal to fight, you have a lot of money, your The pressure is very small, even in the past 20 years since you lost your parents, your life has determined your personality and many of your psychological habits.

In the world of stories, you often encounter a level that tests the heart of the audience. You tend to have a bigger advantage than an ordinary audience.

You are still blaming yourself for the shot. You feel that you have lost a friend. You feel that you have betrayed a friend and feel that you are sorry for a friend. In fact, these are the same as the afterglow of the setting sun. ”

The monk stood up at this time, reached out and patted him on Su Bai’s shoulder, and then stunned: "One day, you will become exactly the same as the poor, become barren, you are very annoying.

Because what terrorist broadcasts want is actually such a person, not a person of this kind, and most of them are dead. ”

After that, the monk’s hands were combined, and the lotus flower was handcuffed.

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

The monk turned and left. His work on Qinhuangdao was not over. He had to give up the matter before his next story came. He took time to come out and accompany Su Bai for a while and give him For the spiritual massage, it is already the last time in the story world that Su Bai brought back several disabled people from the top of the mountain.

Su Bai, who slept, kept sleeping until the next day, and the glory of the morning sun had fallen down. He shone on Su Bai’s body and gave him a warm feeling. The coldness brought by sleeping on the beach was also At this time it was dispelled seven seven eight eight.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the phone of Chu Zhao. The other party was very slow.

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

Chu Zhao is still drinking, obviously, drinking for another night.

"Less drink a little, hurt the body." Su Bai said.

"Let me talk nonsense, you owe me an explanation, fast, fast........."

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

Although in the last story world, Su Bai shot a ghost that is exactly the same as Chu Zhao.

But at the moment of the shooting, Su Bai could not deceive himself. At that time, he really shot him as a sneak peek, because Li He’s reaction was too abnormal at that time. Obviously, the terrorist broadcast changed. The ghost named Chu Zhao is also the one who said that he is a ghost of Chu Zhao.

For example, at that time, Li He actually said: Su Bai, I am Chu Zhao. But looking at the Su Bai side is listening: Come, you will kill me.

This point, in Su Bai’s heart, was actually clear at that time.

Hanging up the phone, and at the same time a little embarrassed, because after returning to the real world, Su Bai contacted Chu Zhao, but could not contact the smoked child, she is like the human world evaporated, even the embassy and the domestic, , no response and awareness.

Su Bai certainly knows what it means. This is a task of returning to the real world in batches. Su Bai can only play now. The smoker enters as the experiencer. As long as he goes down, in the end, according to the habit of terrorist broadcasting, it should not be deliberately difficult to experience. Of.

"Mom, hang my phone again..."

In the bedroom, Chu Zhao lay in a circle of wine bottles, hatefully throwing the phone out, the phone fell on the floor, a crackling sound, the phone screen was broken.

However, the phone is ringing at this time:

"Welcome to the terrorist broadcast, I am the show host, I don't have a name, because here, the name, there is no meaning..."

"Mom.........what ghost........." Chu Zhao made a wine cellar and shouted.