Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 99: I would care about this?

　　"I know that I am very arrogant. Sitting here on a rainy day and talking to myself is the same as Er Que. People walking by holding an umbrella think I am a second fool.

　　 Yes, I can laugh at them as idiots who don’t know the true face of the world, but can I really see it clearly?

　　What is cause and effect?

　　 is like I fart here, as long as the angle is right, the direction is accurate, and the fart volume is perfect, you can put a fart here and set off a tsunami in the Pacific Ocean.

　　 But things have never been that simple. Just as people are a part of society, people are also part of this space and this world. Any behavior you make that is not conducive to the stability of this world will be automatically resolved by this world. Digested.

　　 The most obvious thing is that litchi erased a city, but so what?

　　The United Kingdom, the European Union, and even the world are still operating normally. In fact, I am also worried that after the road of causality has reached the top, what I see is actually just a bureau deliberately arranged by broadcasting. Everything is broadcasting again. In the mastery, all the process is to take off the pants and fart.

　　 You asked me why I insisted on going this way even though I thought it might be the end?

　　 The reason is very simple, one drop of essence and ten drops of blood, but men still love to shoot it. Isn’t it the pleasure of the process that I pursue? I feel that this kind of self-expansion now, as if other listeners in the world are all writing about me alone The feeling of waking up is really good, hahahahaha.................."

　　 At this point, the fat man raised his head and laughed, forming a special landscape in the rain and among the people passing by.

　　 finished laughing, the fat man sighed, "You know, in fact, I don't have a good heart, because I have helped the monk, Buddha and Dabai to calculate.

　　 The monk’s road is vague, and the road of Jiacuo is also vague. This may be because they have not actually made a real choice. Once they have made a choice, the road may be clearer, and it is clear... Every time I calculate, I can feel him as if there is a dead end ahead. I don't even know why he was able to jump alive until now. He should have already died, but he didn't. He is still alive.

　　Sometimes, I really admire him. Whether from birth or from becoming a listener, he is actually quite difficult. He should bear this loneliness. In fact, he is also enjoying this loneliness.

　　 It’s just that when this lonely predecessor suddenly had concerns and concerns, he was no longer so pure.

　　 This is my feeling. I use the feeling of karma from the perspective of'God'. Without the appearance of that child, he should have a more terrifying strength now, even if he has become a high-level audience now. Not surprised at all.

　　Because of that child, he has concerns, because of that child, the extreme factors in his character are constantly being subtly neutralized.

　　 You ask me, will that child be dealt with?

　　 should... Yes.

　　 But it shouldn’t be broadcast. Broadcasting will not directly interfere with things in the real world, but even if you don’t interfere, there are thousands of other ways to accomplish your goals.

　　 Such as the blood corpse back then. "

　　 The fat man took out a cigarette, lit it, and spit out the smoke, which quickly dissipated in the rain.

　　"He will die, and soon will die, because from a causal point of view, his attraction to broadcasting will be much reduced. Even his uncontrolled mental abnormality may appear to the broadcasting station instead It’s an interesting thing.

　　 This is in line with the broadcast’s consistent pursuit of storytelling, but once he starts to gradually converge his personality and start to become a devil’s dad, his attraction to broadcasts will decrease, and the broadcast will think he is very Bored, I think he is very boring, and I think he is just an ordinary listener.

　　 So, I’m thinking about a question now, when I got sick again and again, and died again and again, but didn’t die?

　　Every time we can turn the bad into good fortune, is this pure luck or is it true to die?

　　艹, I think it’s interesting to watch him on the radio now, so I deliberately not let him die, where are so many coincidences, where are so many opportunities, where are they?

So many cuts?

　　 If the broadcast thinks that he can continue to be interesting, he may use some accidents to get the child to leave Su Bai. The easiest way is to kill the child, just like he had treated the blood corpse.

　　 But in fact, there is another way of thinking. Will the two people who made Su Bai at the beginning sit and watch Da Bai just so obscure everyone and die like ordinary listeners? "

　　………………

　　 A string of Buddhist beads was hung around Su Bai's neck. Su Baiping leaned on the bed, breathing smoothly.

　　 "How soon will he wake up?" Gyatso asked.

　　 "I don’t know, when I wake up, I just face pain." The monk stood beside the bed, a little helpless, "But the poor monk hopes that he can survive like before. I always feel that no blows can be defeated. His almost perverted spirit."

　　 "Including this time?" Gyatso asked.

　　 The monk hesitated for a while without answering.

　　 Su Bai opened his eyes at this time. In his eyes, there was no crimson, or even the slightest bloodshot, but what was left in his eyes was a coldness deep in the bones.

　　 supported the bed with one hand, sensing the pain comparable to a cracked bone coming from the palm of his hand, Su Bai took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up.

　　 I have suffered a lot of injuries because of the previous fight against the formation, but Su Bai doesn't care much now.

　　 "Can we calm down and talk now?" The monk looked at Su Bai and asked.

　　 Su Bai nodded, "I'm sorry, monk, Buddha."

　　 finished speaking, Su Bai smiled himself.

　　 As if nothing happened, as if everything was normal, it was as if the little guy would appear at the door, staggeringly shouting "Baba" and pounce into his arms.

　　 "There are not many people who have the ability to enter here quietly and take away Jixiang and the little guy." The monk analyzed.

　　 Su Bai raised his hand and signaled that the monk can go without saying,

　　 "I know who it is. Grandparents wanted to see their grandchildren, so they took them away. This is normal, isn't it?" Su Bai directly said the answer in his heart.

　　Because broadcast will not directly do this kind of thing in person, especially in the real world, broadcast wants the little guy to disappear in front of him, it has countless accidents and methods, even if it is similar to a blood corpse. But it really won't come directly to take people and cats away, which does not conform to the aesthetics of broadcasting.

　　 "If nothing happens, it might be them." The monk obviously agreed with Su Bai's statement.

　　 Su Bai began to hear the crisp sound of joint friction, and at the same time the muscle tissue began to twist. This was forcibly repairing the body. This was very painful, but Su Bai didn't even frown and looked very Is calm.

　　 "Hoo..."

　　 The body is weak, because most of the strength is used to repair the body, but Su Bai quickly got off the bed, at least now he has regained his mobility, even if he is strong from the outside.

　　 Gyatso and the monk looked at Su Bai, they could see Su Bai’s "normal" state, but in this "normal" state, it revealed a torrent of surging.

　　 It seems that for a long time, I haven't seen Su Bai with this look.

　　 "It's ridiculous, isn't it? My son was snatched away, I don't even know where to find someone." Su Bai shrugged, still talking with a smile on his face.

　　 "I can't find them, otherwise, the broadcast might have taken a shot early." The monk sighed.

　　 Su Bai walked into the closet and opened the door of the closet. The picture was gone.

　　 The painting that Jixiang had been taking with him and looked at it often disappeared, and was probably taken away by that person.

　　 Jixiang had signaled himself to look at the painting before. It may be Jixiang sensed that something was going to happen, but Su Bai did not do that. Even now, Su Bai has nothing to regret. Since the other party insists on taking the little guy away , Whether you know it or not, you can't stop it.

　　 "The painting is gone?" Gyatso asked.

　　 "Yes, the painting is gone." Su Bai took a deep breath.

　　 Gyatso stopped talking to the monk because they didn’t know what to say now, and told them intuitively, now

Su Bai who is here seems very calm, but in fact, the ghost believes.

　　 Su Bai picked up the phone and re-knitted the windbreaker, covering his upper body and the whole person.

　　"Where are you going?" The monk asked, "Your injury is not healed~ IndoMTL.com~ So monk, please accompany me." Su Bai looked at the monk and said, "I don't need you to act, I Do it."

　　 "What are you going to do?" Gyatso asked.

　　 "One of them took my son, I have to do something, but unfortunately I am too weak to find them, but I always have to do something."

　　 "What are you going to do?" the monk asked.

　　"I can’t find where they are, but at least I know where their home is, their home, and their parents, which is me... grandparents, grandparents.

　　 Haha, if someone else took my son, I let him die. It’s fair, isn’t it? "Su Bai asked back.

　　"One, according to your mother's attitude towards your aunt, they may really not care about worldly relationships and feelings;

　　Second, their two families have a lot of influence in the real world. They are not ordinary people you can kill casually. If you kill them, you will definitely commit a great cause and effect, at least they will be broadcast. Increase the difficulty in the next story world. To make it worse, your next story world is a punitive story world, just like your last time. "

　　 Su Bai smiled, pointed his face and asked:

　　"I may have overlooked one thing myself,

　　 I don’t know when it started, you might think,

　　 I care about this? "