Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 242: Broadcast, is it fun?

Sometimes, there is a kind of sadness, called unspeakable, because language can no longer describe the feeling of this situation;

Su Bai slowly spit out the remaining half of his smoke,

It's nothing but smoke, the style of painting has changed abruptly;

Not only Su Bai, but also the sarcomas in the carriage seemed to be stunned by the surprise that fell from the sky at this time. It was the young man in the shirt who sat in the position, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and muttered:

"Humans are...interesting."

Yes, interesting,

And,

It's interesting.

"Go for dinner."

The young man in the shirt waved his hand gently, and the sarcomas in the carriage woke up immediately, whizzed up, and rushed out of the broken window.

Su Bai was still stunned. After the sarcomas in the carriage rushed out, he accidentally pinched the cigarette in his palm with his fingers, and then pointed to his face:

"Don't eat me?"

The young man in the shirt shook his head, "It seems that there will be no shortage of food."

"That means I became your doll. Do you want to play with it first?" Su Bai frowned slightly, "I suddenly felt that my dignity was insulted."

"But I can sense your mental activity. You are actually very happy that you can survive and not become food." The young man in shirt stood up and looked out the car window, "Actually, I have a lot more I want to ask you a question. Now that my family has inexhaustible food, I can be selfish and do what I like to do."

"Are you the leader of this group?" Su Bai asked.

The young man in the shirt shook his head, "No, it’s just because they don’t bother to think, and I like to do such meaningless things. Therefore, they like this feeling. Eating is what they like to do most. Besides eating, they don’t want to give up any thoughts to do other things.

From your human point of view, I am their leader, but in fact, I am their slave. Because of my lowest status, I was confessed to be a slave. You must think about it. "

"But you are so contented." Su Bai shrugged, "Does everyone outside have to die?"

"I'm afraid so, you have friends out there, don't you?" asked the shirt youth, "but I'm sorry, my kinsmen are now facing the first big meal when they leave the train. I can't stop it. It cannot be blocked."

Su Bai shook his head, and took out another cigarette.

"You are a waste," said the young man in the shirt.

"When I was rich, I didn’t like this kind of cigarettes. Now I’m getting used to it, but because I haven’t experienced the bitter days of having no money to buy cigarettes, generally speaking, I only smoke a cigarette. A few mouthfuls." Su Bai explained with a slight smile.

"I need to find a physical body." The young man in the shirt looked at the cigarette, his face showing longing.

"Because of smoking?" Su Bai suddenly felt a little dumbfounded. Fuck, you can't pursue a little higher?

"Yes, because of smoking, you should know that the physical body is a kind of weakening and restraint for us, and it may even bring me death in the future."

"So you are willing to experience the sensation of smoking physically, so you would rather weaken your strength or even create a weakness and a weakness for yourself?"

"It's very interesting, isn't it? Just like you would rather give it to us than to the westerner."

Su Bai thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, it's interesting. I'm thinking, if we are not the relationship between food and predators, we might be good friends."

"Unfortunately, this kind of relationship is inevitable and will never change." The shirt youth sighed, "Actually, I also hope to be friends with a human being on an equal footing and experience that Kind of feeling."

"Trust me, it will be equal soon." Su Bai spit out the smoke ring and flicked the soot, "It's fast, it's really fast."

"I can sense that your confidence is increasing."

The shirt youth, to be precise, this race's ability to spy on people's hearts really makes Su Bai feel very bt, if he can learn this trick, it would be nice, so that he can deal with the audience more easily. , But this kind of talent skill, I guess I can't point it.

Well, I don’t seem to have learned a lot of blood magic now...

"So I'm very curious, where does your confidence come from?" the shirt youth asked.

Su Bai stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky, "From it."

"It?"

"Don't you know the existence of broadcasting?" Su Bai asked.

"I only know that there is an existence that will send a group of people to us on a regular basis, and that group of people is really scary and powerful. You can’t kill us or even hurt us. It’s not because We are immortal, but because of you, too weak. In fact, if the Westerner is not injured, even if we have an absolute advantage in number, we can’t help him when facing him.

But, it is just a means of transportation in our eyes. Is it really that scary? "

The words of the young man in the shirt touched Su Bai a lot.

Possibly, the broadcast is dedicated to cultivating listeners, stimulating the strength of the listeners by raising Gu, and then sending the listeners to that place. Is it to resist the invasion of foreign enemies?

Thinking about it this way, Su Bai suddenly felt that the image of broadcasting has grown a lot.

In China’s traditional cultural atmosphere, it is particularly emphasized that sacrificing the individual to achieve the greater self. In the contemporary era, it has become the sacrifice of individuals to achieve the collective, and the collective interest is the most important. Therefore, the method of broadcasting is actually to sacrifice a small number of people to let them Become a listener, fight, grow, die, and then wash the sand with waves, let them grow up, or ask the elite to go outside to defend against foreign enemies, so as to protect the safety of humanity.

"I'm sorry." The shirt youth seemed to see through Su Bai's inner thoughts again, and said: "In fact, your people suddenly appeared on our heads to carry out aggression against our world, and our world's Exist, there is no way to come to your world.

The reason why I was able to come this time is because there are humans with the same skin color as you. Well, you should be called Orientals in Chinese. They deliberately missed the line of defense and let us in, and we should have taken this trip. Those Westerners on the train were hit hard by those Easterners. If you said in your heart that those people are here to resist the aggression from our plane,

I have to tell you very seriously that this is not true. "

Su Bai pursed his lips and said, "That's really interesting. We are the aggressors, and you are the victims."

The young man in the shirt said dismissively: "But in fact, we are aware of the fact that the group of people in your ethnic group has the ability to have overwhelming power over our plane, but your ethnic group as a whole, It’s so weak that it makes me feel terrible.

Your strength, among your people, can actually be called an existence comparable to a god, which really makes me feel incredible. "

"Wait." Su Bai raised his hand and motioned to the shirt youth to pause first, and then continued: "I'm talking about radio with you."

"Broadcasting?" The young man in the shirt frowned slightly, "Is it a kind of media organization of your humans, or do you want us to save the broadcasting organization as much as possible when we devour it later?

Broadcast, is it fun? "

Broadcast, is it fun?

This question made Su Bai speechless.

"Uh... how do you say it, radio is indeed a very interesting existence, and its evil taste is indeed very charming."

Su Bai used the word "charming", because for Su Bai, the broadcast story world is the paradise for people like him. Otherwise, Su Bai, a homicidal patient, will always be ordinary in the real world. In terms of human beings, either Su Bai really became a heinous serial murderer someday or was shot by the police.

Furthermore, killing in the real world, where is the story world so exciting?

"Oh, that's great. Where does the broadcaster live, I will let our fellow clan not eat him. Since you said he is so funny, I want to see him too." The shirt youth showed his yearning color.

Su Bai licked his lips, he suddenly felt that the young man in the shirt had made a very principled mistake,

Don’t worry about why the lychee gang of Oriental gangsters deliberately cheated these western gangsters who came back to death,

Regardless of why the broadcast wants to force humans to return to their ancestors, and then throw the top group of people to another plane to abuse food, like nothing else to do,

Look at it separately now,

In the thinking and cognition of this shirt youth,

Broadcast

It is a minister of transportation, a train driver,

Specially responsible for transporting people like lychees to his world plane.

A Minister of Transportation, a Driver,

Interesting,

It's really interesting.

Even Su Bai finds it so funny now, even he wants to laugh,

At this time, Su Bai suddenly felt that he would rather die than break the glass before, which was very horrible. Yes, there are more horrible things, more horrible things,

Before, I thought that the shirt youth group was the foreign invaders who were desperately blocked by Litchi on the "front line", but in fact they were the abused party,

Before, I thought that this group is the object of broadcasting. They can ignore the ability and coercion of broadcasting, and deliberately try to overturn and destroy all the rules enforced by broadcasting, but in fact they don’t even have broadcasting. know?

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"I can feel that your heart is very complicated, tangled, and unspeakable." The young man in the mountains pointed out the window, "There are already more than a dozen of the same race as you, who have been eaten by us as food. And this is just the beginning."

Su Bai took a deep breath of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled the cigarette.

This time,

Su Bai really didn't panic at all, and at the same time, echoed:

"You are right, this is really just the beginning."

　　

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