Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 294: It’s dawn

"Get out of your rbq." Su Bai glanced at the fat man, knowing that he liked it most and was not serious, but the fat man's possibility was indeed very realistic.

If I return to the story world of "Mr. Zombie", it is very likely that I will appear directly in the dungeon when I go out continuously.

At the beginning, I was too weak and small, so naturally I couldn't compare with the present, but now I have enough ability to rush out of that dungeon?

Those gas refiners, in fact, are not good characters, and the reason why I chose to enter the story world of "Mr. Zombie" is that I still have to try my best to find ways to help Xun'er.

Of course, looking for benefits is not in conflict with Xun'er. It's just that Su Bai only has three hours. It is very likely that Su Bai can't do anything, even where Xun'er is. I didn't find it.

But this kind of thing itself is a matter of doing everything by oneself, and having a clear conscience. Su Bai feels that he is really selfish, but the highest limit he can do is so much.

The back relaxes, the whole person is placed on the sofa, Su Bai is holding the teacup in his hand, feeling the temperature transmitted from the wall of the teacup.

"Dabai, think about it for yourself, let's go to rest first." The monk said.

Su Bai nodded.

The monk and Jiacuo went back to the room one by one. The fat man continued to watch the TV. About half an hour later, Su Bai also felt that he should go to rest. When he got up, the fat man suddenly said:

"Dabai, don't force anything."

Su Bai was taken aback, looking at the fat man, somewhat concerned and authentic, "Are you still understanding cause and effect?"

"I don't dare to play anymore, I really don't dare to play anymore." The fat man shook his head, but no one knew whether the words of the fat man were true or not. He just looked at Su Bai more seriously, very rarely. In fact, there are many other choices, but you are going to the story world of "Mr. Zombie" stubbornly. You must have your own plan and purpose, but return to the story world. There is a balance of broadcasting. You If you want to do something eagerly, what you do, the broadcast will offset the impact of what you do from other convenient changes. This is the balance of the broadcast, because if there is no balance, it will There is no more storytelling pursued by broadcasting."

"I know, but sometimes, even if you know it may be useless, there is still a big difference between doing and not doing it, isn't it?" Su Bai asked rhetorically.

The fat man nodded, "Just for peace of mind."

"Just ask for peace of mind." Su Bai repeated it, and then shouted to the fat man: "I will take a bath and go to rest. You should rest soon."

Wait for Su Bai to walk out of the living room,

The fat man put a handful of peanuts into his mouth, and after squirming his lips, he spit out all the peanut shells, chewed the flesh and swallowed it.

Sighed.

……………

I didn't sleep well this night. Even though Su Bai thought he was more capable of psychological endurance, he still couldn't get rid of the scene that he had seen in the picture scroll before.

Walking on the path of the cemetery, Chu Zhao stood in front of Xun'er's tombstone, very sad. The photo of Xun'er on the tombstone is still so beautiful.

Even if Su Bai instilled in his heart the phrase "Do everything by humans and obey the fate" again and again, forcing himself to treat Xun'er as his ordinary friend, help if he can help, and it is not his responsibility if he fails to help.

But this kind of irritability is still harassing Su Bai's heart.

It was still dark. At about three in the morning, Su Bai woke up and looked at his son who was sleeping next to him. Su Bai lowered his head and gently touched his son’s pink and milky face. Kissed.

If anyone can let themselves be desperate, then this little guy is left.

Getting up, Su Bai left the bedroom, went into the kitchen, took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator, pushed open the cap of the bottle with his thumb, and blew half of the bottle toward the mouth of the bottle.

Su Bai doesn't like to drink, and even rarely drinks any beverages. But at this time, he still feels that he can indulge a little.

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room with the peanuts left by the fat man on the coffee table, Su Bai stretched out his hand, rubbed it gently on his face, and took a deep breath.

At this time, Shanghai is still quite cold at night, and Lao Fang's house is in the position of Yin veins, so the coolness is stronger.

Putting the beer bottle on the coffee table, Su Bai also grabbed a handful of peanuts, peeled them slowly, and ate them slowly.

Frankly, Su Bai knows from the bottom of his heart that the reason why he is so irritable is probably more because of the life and death of Xun'er. Since becoming a listener, Su Bai feels that he has become less and less attached to the secular world. For example, when eating at my aunt's house before, Su Bai rarely felt the kind of warmth that belonged to his relatives, but it was fake if he wanted to be nostalgic.

A state of life, when you get used to it, you won’t be too lazy to switch and change.

For Xun'er, since she has become an audience, then her life and death is a very common thing.

Even if it is the monk Gyatso and Fatty, they can't guarantee whether the next story world can really come back alive. Su Bai is not a broadcaster, nor is it a litchi. How can he have the qualifications and ability to ensure the life and death of Xun'er? ?

Su Bai is really upset because of the painting’s foresight;

In the dark, a big hand is fiddled with everything, so that the trajectory of everything is determined.

I can't help it. It sounds romantic, but when you do it, it often seems very naive.

Su Bai knows that, to a certain extent, he is now challenging fate and rebelling against fate. There is no need to say more about the pressure and the boredom. Even Su Bai himself is actually Already in a negative state.

A bottle of beer, slowly drank it. This little wine will naturally not have any effect on Su Bai’s consciousness, but it is also a kind of suffering. When you want to get drunk, you want to get drowsy. It is indeed a bit painful when it has become an unattainable luxury for a while.

People, there will always be times when they need to escape. Sometimes, like an ostrich, burying your head in the sandpit is also a kind of happiness.

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, outside, there are stars, but it is even more lonely.

In the air, there is also a kind of murderous air.

Although the Spring Festival has passed, the recovery of all things is far from coming. Or, in this icy metropolis built of reinforced concrete, spring, summer, autumn and winter have already become a supporting role.

When people here no longer need to watch solar terms farming and work, they naturally become life-saving products. What is left is what to eat at the winter solstice and what to eat at the summer solstice, without being reminded. I can't remember it at all.

Su Bai held his mobile phone in his hand, kept turning it around, calling Xun'er? Or not?

Maybe, entering the story world by oneself is the reason for Xun'er's death, but if he does not enter the story world, Xun'er will die because of it.

When no matter what you choose, the ending seems to have been concluded, you will feel like a mentally retarded person, even if you spill a basin of ink on white paper, but that white paper , Still as white as new.

Su Bai did not expect that with his temper and personality, he would have the loneliness of fishing alone in the snow. This is not his own style of painting, nor should it belong to him.

"Damn, I miss the atmosphere of MLM at this time."

Su Bai smiled, maybe, now only that kind of atmosphere can give him a kind of high-spirited motivation, even if it is actually a silly complacency, but at least it can make you believe in life and yourself again.

"Meow!"

An auspicious cry came from behind Su Bai.

Su Bai turned around and looked at Auspiciousness,

Jixiang also looked at Su Bai, with a painting curled up on Jixiang's tail, and slowly placed it on the ground.

Su Bai shook his head, "I don't want to see this painting anymore."

Jiangsi did not open the painting, but calmly continued to watch Su Bai~IndoMTL.com~one person and one cat, staring at each other in the pre-dawn night,

This type of stare lasted about a quarter of an hour.

Su Bai remembered that when he saw Jixiang for the first time, he saw the terrible sight on Huangquan Road in Jixiang’s eyes, but now, the cat’s eyes looked very bright and clear.

Squatting down, Su Bai looked at Jixiang and said with a sense of excitement: "She's back."

Jiangsu was a little puzzled and turned his head slightly.

"It's not lychee." Su Bai said.

Auspicious is still the previous expression. Sometimes this cat is really good at pretending, pretending to be innocent, pretending to be very incomprehensible, pretending to be very cold, if not knowing that the feasibility is not high, Su Bai still I really want to work with the fat monk to clamp down on this black cat and search for its soul. Perhaps, many secrets can be solved.

When I was in the petri dish, the cat was in front of me, flipping the scroll, and "knitting" a childhood for myself. Then, the cat became the iconic pet of lychee. Now many big players are seeing When auspicious, often think of lychees.

Afterwards, the cat entered his life again, helping himself to take care of his son.

This cat has crossed the footsteps of generations.

It's really a cat with only a story.

Su Bai squatted down, looked at Jixiang, and sighed.

"Hehe, my mother is back."

Jixiang was stunned for a moment,

Then pushed the painting away with his paws, pushed the painting under the sofa, and walked to Su Bai's side, sticking out his tongue, and licking it in Su Bai's palm.

In a trance,

Su Bai suddenly had a feeling that this cat was taking care of himself as a kid.

This feeling is very quiet and harmonious.

Unconsciously,

The dawn appears,

Su Bai took a deep breath,

"It's dawn."