Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 140: Perfect!
Chen Ru left, of course she will not live here, and it is impossible to stay too much;
Although Chen Ru turned back during the Fusu incident, everything at that time lost the value of arguing and negotiating because of the handwriting left by the old wealthy. What Chen Ru did lost its meaning. Therefore, Su Bai and Fatty didn't have much hatred for Chen Ru, at most they teased a stupid woman.
But at least, it is impossible for Chen Ru to be with Su Bai and others as before.
The relationship between people is actually maintained by that little meaning. Once that little meaning is gone, the relationship will be broken.
However, what Chen Ru said before leaving touched Su Bai deeply.
It’s not that Chen Ru said that she sacrificed her life, leaving only three months of life. For this crazy woman, this kind of thing is not really surprising,
Actually, it is still Chen Ru’s description of choice,
Perhaps,
I really think too much,
I didn’t think there was anything in the hard days before, but just after the good days, my mind is different.
Su Bai raised his head and looked at the night sky that seemed to have become clearer because of the confrontation between himself and Boss Liang, his eyes fell into a certain kind of contemplation.
In the past, when I only had the Huashan road, I could go all-out and walked hard, but I didn't know where I should go next. Now, it seems that the conditions are better, and I am calmer, but hesitated.
However, a special energy fluctuation soon interrupted Su Bai's contemplation.
"What's wrong?" The fat man asked suspiciously.
"An old friend who hasn't seen each other for a long time is going to meet." Su Bai replied.
"Why do you have so many good old friends?" The fat man said greasyly. "Looking at how you usually look like an otaku, you can't count the number of good ones."
Su Bai smiled, ignoring the fat man's ridicule, and disappeared in place.
The fat man shook his head and went to warm the little guy with milk, still muttering in his mouth:
"Men are really unreliable, but children are important."
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At this moment, a little boy is crawling hard in the tomb. His body is full of wriggling maggots. Most of his muscle tissue has rotted. Numerous snakes, insects, rats and ants shuttle through his body. The eyes, ears, nose and nose seem to be the doors and windows of these things.
But the little boy is still crawling and persevering;
For undead creatures
The standard of death is different from that of ordinary people.
Ordinary people have no breathing, no heartbeat, no temperature, and there is a high probability that they will be considered dead.
For the existence of undead creatures and zombies,
You can't move, you can't move,
It's dead.
The little boy is now under extreme pain and pressure, but he did not give up, because once he gave up, what awaits him is an abyss.
The broadcast is obviously going to make a desperate move this time. You can't get on a train like this, and you may still be off work, but there is only the meaning of death.
Because this generation of bigwigs is considered to be the strongest group that radio can raise from now on, and only one generation will be inferior to the next generation.
The little boy gritted his teeth and kept crawling.
When it comes to the nirvana of the phoenix, people often think of splendid pictures, the proud phoenix, the noble wings, the splendid lava, amazing and suffocating beauty.
But Nirvana is sometimes not very fancy. Just like when the monk was proving the Dao half a year ago, when someone came to worship the Buddha, the monk became a Buddha. For example, the boy now is actually in Nirvana.
Time passed slowly, but the little boy's body was stuck in a kind of stagnation. He was tired, indeed tired.
He is not a genius, and he does not have a strong opportunity. Even, to a certain extent, he belongs to the group fostered by broadcasters. Even with the birth and support of broadcasters, he wants to prove the truth. Difficult things.
At this time, the cemetery area was empty, the surrounding area had been restricted, all the tombstones had been turned up, and the various urns of various forms were exquisite.
The little boy’s father and mother are both staff members of the cemetery area. He liked to play here when he was very young. He is not afraid of it because it is his childhood and his playground.
But he is working hard now,
But still bad breath,
Can't mention it!
I really can't mention it!
Su Bai appeared here. As a zombie, he certainly could sense the energy fluctuations of the little boy here.
It’s just that Su Bai didn’t expect that the two of them would actually meet again in this way. Perhaps, if it hadn’t been for Su Bai and he were both in Shanghai right now, Su Bai would never remember this one. The boy who showed his photo album.
The photo album was taken out by Su Bai and read it casually.
The little boy raised his head vigorously, and after seeing Su Bai, he just smiled dejectedly, he was a little weak.
Even the strength to say hello to the "comrades" of the past is gone.
"Your art shooting in the past two years is a bit clichéd and completely lost the imagination of the past."
Su Bai commented.
This is a very strange picture,
A boy’s body almost rotted,
Beside him, a young man is holding a picture album and discussing art seriously with him.
"I'm tired," the boy said.
He is not talking about tiredness now, but about how tired he is in his own artistic style.
Su Bai nodded, "Indeed, the latter was filmed entirely for the purpose of shooting. Although those who were tortured by you and put on various poses by you are scumbags, but you waste their bodies so much. It’s really a waste of material to shoot this kind of garbage."
Su Bai continued to comment.
The boy lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that Su Bai was right.
Su Bai remembers that when he came here before, the boy was sitting in a corner of the park office, flipping through the booklet in his hand. The meeting between the two at that time was quite foul...no, It's a feeling of sympathy.
The boy's aesthetic control over torture, death, corpse, and cold temperature is indeed unique. Every photo and every posture can amaze the imagination of the photographer.
However, people will always grow up, just as boys used to be called little boys, now they are called boys.
As people grow up, some spirituality is slowly dissipated.
Su Bai put down the picture album, it is the first time to formally look at the situation of the former "friend" in front of him,
The oil is empty and the lamp is dry.
"Let me help you." Su Bai said. With Su Bai's current status and strength, it is not impossible to force the boy to continue his life and help him to break through.
"Burn the second half of the album, and keep the first half. You save it." The boy replied.
In a certain sense, it was a rejection of Su Bai's help.
Even children are good-looking. In fact, adults are more willing to give in, but not as stubborn as children.
"Delete it, doesn't it exist?" Su Bai asked rhetorically.
The boy was silent, his eyelids had already begun to close slowly at this time.
"Zombies are born with resentment from heaven and earth. They don't enter the five elements, disdain for reincarnation, and are angry with people and gods. You look like you are like a salted fish waiting to die."
The little boy remained unmoved.
Su Bai took out his phone, turned on the camera, and said, "Anyway, you are going to take your stubbornness and persistence to death, then let me help you take the last one. You used to take other people's corpses. , This time, you will be the material.
Can you still move?
Then choose the one that suits you best. "
When the boy heard the words, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes that had been closed opened slowly at this time.
For an artist, losing his passion for creation and inspiration is tantamount to losing the meaning of life.
At the moment, he seems to have got some inspiration from Su Bai's words. This inspiration is even more exciting and more effective than the sudden infusion of life.
Su Bai held up his phone, pointed the camera at the boy, and urged: "Speed up, don't die without putting it right."
The boy speeds up,
He did his best and turned over,
Su Bai moved two steps back, so that the boy appeared head down and feet up on the phone camera screen.
The boy is now facing up,
His arms slowly loosened and lay flat on the ground,
Place your legs as flat as possible,
At this time, he is not like lying in a cemetery, more like lying on a sandy beach full of golden sunlight.
Immediately ~IndoMTL.com~ The boy's face began to show a kind of "greenness", "innocence" and all kinds of beauty belonging to children.
Rotting body,
Swrigling meat maggots,
Snakes, insects, rats and ants coming in and out,
With a boy’s innocent face,
The contrast of the pictures is indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It can indeed be regarded as a wonderful work. It can make people feel scalp and ambivalent after seeing it.
But Su Bai shook his head at this moment,
"Not enough."
Speaking,
Su Bai raised his foot,
Stepped directly on the boy’s face,
With Su Bai's current strength, he can fight Boss Liang for three hundred rounds in the void. With this strength, let alone the zombie boy, he is left with a sigh of relief, even in his heyday.
"Smack..."
Half of the zombie boy’s face was directly crushed by Su Bai,
Now,
The zombie boy has only half of his face left,
Half an innocent face,
The other half disappeared,
Combine with the highly decomposed body of the maggot tumbling,
The sense of contradiction and conflict has risen to another level instantly!
"Crack..."
Su Bai pressed the shutter,
Then squatted down and brought the phone screen to the boy, regardless of whether the boy was alive or dead, he said directly:
"This one, are you satisfied?"
The body of the boy who has completely lost his voice is trembling slowly at this time,
The rotten flesh actually started to recover at this time,
The broken face has grown granulation again,
The breath on the body has started to soar again,
A breath belonging to the avenue gradually spread at this time,
But none of the boys care about it,
When his mouth just recovered, he couldn't wait to admire:
"Perfect..."