Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 49: The secret in the photo
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Life is full of misunderstandings. Sometimes, misunderstandings can be used as a fig leaf to cover up some embarrassment and embarrassment and give both sides a step down. . Fastest update
It’s just that Su Bai doesn’t need any steps or misunderstandings.
Since the explanation you gave me was just a "misunderstanding",
Okay,
I also give you a misunderstanding.
Everyone has misunderstood once, that's all.
The chestnut-haired woman looked at Su Bai, and then at the corpse of her companion lying on the ground, she seemed a little unbelievable what was happening in front of her,
The other party,
Just kill your companion directly?
The bald man twitched his face. At this moment, he felt as if he was slapped severely by the Eastern man in front of him, especially the Chinese man who deliberately pretended to be innocent.
"Om!"
The bald man took a few steps forward and stared at Su Bai fiercely, "You yellow monkey, don't you want to live anymore!"
"Come." A smile appeared at the corner of Su Bai's mouth. Just now, he did not absorb much residual vitality from the dying female magician. His current situation has not improved much, but Su Bai still stretched out himself. His **** "hooked" his hand at the bald man in front of him.
Come on,
Kill,
Hit it,
Who is afraid of whom!
The bald man's fists clenched instantly, and the airflow around him seemed to be sucked in for a while.
When the chestnut-haired woman saw this, she was about to open her mouth to stop her companion, but found a man in a monk's robe walked in at the entrance of the restaurant. The man's eyes were pure, with a deep, but masculine aura. It was completely locked on himself.
This monk, from the very beginning, when he walked in, he had a clear position and attitude.
"Amitabha, Dabai, but I haven't seen you for a long time, how come I have become like this."
"I encountered three white-skinned pigs. I was blown off and thought that I did it. I just killed one, and there are two remaining pigs waiting to be killed by me."
Su Bai grinned, and while smiling, he walked towards the bald man.
Come on,
Aren't you here to kill me?
Aren't you trying to avenge your companions?
Aren’t you angry?
Don't you think I am upset?
Come on,
Do it,
I'm waiting for you to do it,
Look at it then,
Who can get out of this door alive!
The meaning in Su Bai's heart was all conveyed to the bald man through his strong cold eyes.
If there is no monk's sudden appearance and standing in line without hesitation, maybe the bald man will really disregard the advice of his chestnut-haired female companion and insist on attacking Su Bai, but now the other side has another strong support, the original 2v1 has changed directly. It was 50-50. Although the Chinese man was seriously injured, no one could despise him.
"Sorry, my companion is dead, we want to leave with her body now, can we?"
The chestnut-haired woman walked over directly, picked up the female magician's body, and then glanced at the bald man. The bald man glanced bitterly at Su Bai, and walked out of the restaurant with the chestnut-haired woman.
The monk walked to Su Bai's side and looked at Su Bai's tragic injury. He couldn't help but shook his head speechlessly and said, "Let's go, the police should be coming soon. Find a place to treat you first. "
Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled, "Monk, don't tell me you arranged all this."
"It shouldn't be done by the audience. Who would dare to kill so many mistakes at once? The broadcast will punish. The poor monk had said that he would come to you to talk about something at night."
"But I told you on the phone, I am not interested in that."
"That is a relic left by a previous generation of listeners, more than 20 years ago." Seeing that Su Bai was still unmoved, the monk continued, "The things left by listeners from the same age as your parents Now I don’t know why, I started to feel more and more restless, and the broadcast did not release any realistic tasks for nearby listeners. Don’t you feel curious about this?"
"Not curious, really not curious." Su Bai emphasized, "Monk, I really don't want to go into this matter. I really decided to change a place to go on holiday. This Dali, recently really There is no peace."
"Heal your wounds first. The poor monk has some materials for you to see, and I will talk about it after you finish reading."
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In the inn, the monk was using the juice crushed and dissolved with the pill to heal Su Bai's injuries, even if Su Bai's blood lineage could heal itself, but the injury was indeed too serious.
Su Bai can see it. The monk has taken out a lot of stocks at the bottom of the box. Many precious pills and herbs have been used for himself, and some of them are not even exchangeable from the micro store.
Why the monk did this? Naturally, Su Bai can think clearly, and he has nothing to do with his hospitality. This is, using such expensive medicinal materials to heal himself, how can he refuse later?
After the treatment, the monk went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he walked out, he wiped his hands with a towel and said: "Although the injury is serious, the problem is not too big. Based on your physique and the poor monk just gave you Medicine, more than 50% to 60% can be recovered in more than a day."
"I think I have to lie down for a month to cultivate." Su Bai said.
The monk pulled out a file bag from his sleeve and placed it in front of Su Bai, "Look at this."
Su Bai leaned against the bed and shook his head, "I'm dizzy, anemic, and don't want to look."
"Just look at one of the photos." The monk had to do it himself, opened the file bag, and pulled out a photo from it, "Do you know this person?"
The monk showed the photo in front of Su Bai,
Su Bai's gaze swept across very casually, yes, it was really just casually swept across, but soon, Su Bai's gaze froze in that photo.
That is a group photo in front of the three towers of Chongsheng Temple,
There are three people in the photo,
The man on the far left looks fatter than Zhang Bayi’s fat man. On the right is a monk. In the middle, stands a man in casual clothes. It's over forty. The monk in that photo was also forty or fifty years old at the time, and the man in the middle was a little younger, but he looked only thirty years old.
"You know him, don't you?" The monk looked at Su Bai and said, "His name is...Su Yuhang."
Su Yuhang,
These three words,
Of course, Su Bai had heard of it, ha ha, he had always regarded this man as his father until Su Bai was 23 years old.
In my own "memory", this man often appears. He is good at calligraphy and music. He is a very refined man.
And recently,
Su Bai’s impression of this man,
From the last story world, which is the story world that Su Bai entered to save Xun'er, when he walked into the door, outside of the demon lair scene, I saw that he was still green at the time.
"He has been here?" Su Bai asked.
"Yes." Su Bai nodded, "The monk on the far right is the uncle of the poor monk. The name is Huineng. The one on the far left is unidentified, but according to the old monk in the temple, he should It is an official, and the one in the middle is your father. He was here more than 20 years ago and the three of them took a group photo."
"What's weird about this." Su Bai shrugged indifferently, but was involved in the wound. Obviously, Su Bai did not care as much as he showed.
"That thing was lost more than two decades ago." The monk added, "There must be a connection between the two. In fact, this photo is also in the archives of the temple. If you find out, there will be records of the guests that Master Huineng saw every day."
"Well, what is it?" Su Bai asked.
The monk shook his head, "The poor monk really doesn't know, but if you guessed it correctly, it should be something from a Westerner. As a result, I don’t know why, I am lost here, and recently, it has begun to actively expose its position. It’s alive, obviously, it’s not going to hide anymore."
"You said so much, but still didn't tell me whether it was a magic weapon or something."
"It should be... a magic weapon." The monk said with a wry smile, "If it is a human, it would be too sensational."
"Monk, do you mean that the people on the left and right of Su Yuhang in this photo are all listeners back then?"
“Let’s go to ten. The poor monk once read the notes and experiences of Master Huineng. When I first asked for the scriptures, I was a little confused and puzzled. Later I became a listener to understand, Huineng Uncle Shi is expressing his feelings through Buddhist scripture notes."
"Because of doing this, I won't be erased by the broadcast after death?" Su Bai smiled.
"Well, it should be like this. The identity of the one on the left was actually found~IndoMTL.com~ but on this day, he died in a car accident."
"It's another car accident." Su Bai stuck his tongue out, "The broadcast can't play a new trick."
"What was lost there should be something from the West. There is a high probability that it is a magical artifact. That magical artifact was lost there and began to repair itself, but recently it has begun to get angry. In some villages, there have been incidents of human and animal deaths. It should be because of its handwork."
"Then you go and solve it." Su Bai still didn't care much. Even though the monk took out this old photo, Su Bai still didn't have much interest.
"The problem is that the broadcast did not release the actual mission, but many people have died." The monk looked at Su Bai very seriously, "Su Bai, you should know what this means. If it is an ordinary ghost How can the broadcast be indifferent if you dare to kill and **** blood so presumptuously? Can it just send a realistic task to the audience in Yunnan to solve it?"
Su Bai picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and then licked his tongue,
"Monk, do you mean that the master of that artifact has not died yet?
So the broadcast will only settle all the things done by this magical item to its owner first, instead of publishing real-world tasks? "
"According to the broadcasting rules, this should be the case, so most listeners will control their magical artifacts and spiritual objects, and will never allow them to go out to do damage, otherwise the cause and effect will be counted on their own heads."
Speaking of this, the monk paused and said:
"Even if the group of people like Lychee has become an audience, it definitely hasn't been more than ten years, and most of them have left by train.
The listeners more than 20 years ago are still alive, don't you feel scared? "～～7k～～
(Sikushu)