Chen Ru left, of course she wouldn't live here, and it was impossible to even stay too long;

Although Chen Ru turned against the water in the Fusu incident, because of the handwriting left by the old rich and noble, everything at that time lost the value of argument and calculation, and what Chen Ru did also lost its meaning, and therefore, Su Bai and the fat man did not have much hatred for Chen Ru, at most they ridiculed a stupid woman.

But at least, it is impossible for Chen Ru to be with Su Bai and the others like before.

The relationship between people is actually tied by that bit of thinking, and once that meaning is gone, the relationship will be broken.

However, what Chen Ru said before leaving made Su Bai deeply moved,

It's not that Chen Ru said that she sacrificed her life and only left three months of life, for this crazy woman, this kind of thing is really not surprising.

Actually, it's still Chen Ru's description of choice,

maybe

I really think too much,

In the past, I didn't feel anything when I had a hard life, but as soon as the good days passed, my thoughts were different.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at the night sky that seemed to have become clearer because of the duel between himself and Boss Liang, and his eyes fell into some kind of contemplation.

In the past, when I only had one road in Huashan, I could make a desperate bet and walk hard, but until where I should settle down next, now, it seems that the conditions are better, more calm, but a little hesitant.

However, soon a special energy fluctuation interrupted Su Bai's contemplation.

"What's wrong?" asked the fat man, confused.

"I have an old friend I haven't seen in a long time to meet. Su Bai replied.

"Why are you so good-looking?" the fat man said crookedly, "Looking at your usual otaku Shen Jing Bing, you can't count the number of good results." ”

Su Bai smiled, ignored the fat man's ridicule, and his figure disappeared directly in place.

The fat man shook his head and went to warm the milk for the little one, muttering in his mouth:

"Men are really unreliable, and children are important. ”

........................

At this moment, a little boy was crawling through the grave, his body was full of wriggling meat maggots, most of his muscle tissue had rotted, countless snakes, insects, rats and ants were shuttling through his body, and his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose seemed to have become the doors and windows of these things.

But the little boy still kept crawling, persevering;

For undead creatures

The standard of death is not the same as that of ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no breath, no heartbeat, no temperature, and they can most likely be considered dead.

And for undead creatures and zombies,

You can't move, you can't move,

It's dead.

The little boy is now suffering from great pain and pressure, but he does not give up, because once he gives up, what awaits him is an abyss.

The broadcast is obviously intended to be desperate this time, you can't get on such a train, and you may still have it after work, but there is only the meaning of sending you to death.

Because this generation of bigwigs can be regarded as the strongest group that radio can raise from now on, and it can only be inferior to one generation in the future.

The little boy gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.

When it comes to the phoenix nirvana, people often think of gorgeous pictures, proud phoenixes, noble wings, brilliant lava, amazing and suffocating beauty.

But Nirvana, sometimes it's not very fancy, just like half a year ago when the monk preached, someone came to worship the Buddha, and the monk became a Buddha, just like this boy now, he is actually in Nirvana.

Time passed slowly, but the little boy's body was falling into a kind of stagnation, he was tired, indeed tired.

He is not a genius, he does not have a strong opportunity, and even, to a certain extent, he belongs to the group of people who are encouraged by broadcasting, and even with the promotion and support of broadcasting, it is extremely difficult for him to preach.

The cemetery is deserted in this time and space, and all the tombstones have been turned up, and the urns of all kinds are exquisite.

The little boy's father and mother were both staff members of the cemetery park, and he loved to play here from a very young age, and he was not afraid of it, because it was his childhood and his playground.

But now he's working hard,

But it's still a breath away,

Can't mention it!

I really can't mention it!

Su Bai appeared here, as a zombie, of course he 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 meet again in this way, perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that Su Bai and he happened to be in Shanghai now, Su Bai would no longer remember the boy who showed him the album at the beginning.

The photo album was taken out by Su Bai and flipped through it casually.

And the little boy looked up vigorously, and when he saw that it was Su Bai, he just smiled dejectedly, he was a little weak.

Even the strength to say hello to the former "like-minded people" is gone.

"Your art shooting in the past two years has become a bit cliché, and you have completely lost the imagination you used to have. ”

Su Bai commented.

It's a very weird picture.

A boy's body is almost decomposed,

Beside him, a young man was holding a catalogue and discussing art with him.

"I'm tired. The boy said.

He's not talking about being tired now, but about how tired he is in his own art style.

Su Bai nodded, "Indeed, the latter ones are all filmed for the sake of shooting, although those who were tortured and killed by you and posed by you in various poses are the scum of the dead, but it is really a waste of material for you to shoot this kind of garbage by wasting their bodies so much." ”

Su Bai continued to comment.

The boy lowered his head and didn't say anything more, he knew that what Su Bai said was right.

Su Bai remembered that when he came here before, the boy was sitting in a corner of the office in the park, flipping through the booklet in his hand...... No, it's a feeling of sympathy.

The boy's aesthetic control of torture, death, corpses, and cold temperatures is truly unique, and every photograph and pose can amaze the imagination of the photographer.

However, people will always grow up, just as boys used to be called little boys, and now they are called boys.

As people grow up, some spirituality slowly dissipates.

Su Bai put down the album, which was the first time to officially look at the situation of this former "friend" in front of him.

The oil is out and the lamp is dry.

"I'll help you. Su Bai said that with Su Bai's current identity and strength, it is not impossible to forcibly help the boy continue his life and help him break through.

"Burn the second half of the album, keep the first half, and you can keep it for collection. The boy replied.

In a certain sense, it can be regarded as refusing Su Bai's help.

Even children have a good face, in fact, adults are often more willing to give in, but not as stubborn as children.

"If it's deleted, it doesn't exist anymore?" Su Bai asked rhetorically.

The boy was silent, his eyelids slowly closing by this time.

"Zombies, born from the resentment of heaven and earth, do not enter the five elements, disdain reincarnation, people and gods are angry, you look at you now, like a salted fish waiting to die. ”

The little boy remained unmoved.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and said: "Anyway, you plan to die with your stubbornness and persistence, then let me help you take the last shot, you used to shoot other people's corpses, this time, you will be the material."

Can you still move?

Then choose a look that suits you best. ”

When the boy heard this, his body trembled slightly, and his originally closed eyes slowly opened at this time.

For an artist, losing his passion for creation and losing inspiration is tantamount to losing the meaning of life.

And now, he seemed to get some inspiration from Su Bai's words, and this inspiration was even more exciting and effective than the sudden injection of vitality.

Su Bai held up his mobile phone, the camera pointed at the boy, and urged: "Speed up, don't die without a good position." ”

The boy sped up,

With all his might, he rolled over,

Su Bai took two steps back, allowing the boy to appear head down and foot up in the phone camera screen.

The boy is now face up,

His arms slowly loosened and lay flat on the ground,

Keep your legs as flat as possible,

At this time, he was not lying in the cemetery, but more like lying on the beach sprinkled with golden sunshine.

Immediately, the boy's face began to show a kind of "youthfulness", "innocence" and all kinds of beauty that belong to children.

Rotting body,

Wriggling meat maggots,

Snakes, insects, rats, and ants in and out,

With a boy's innocent and immaculate face,

The contrast of the pictures is indeed deep enough to penetrate the hearts of the people, which can indeed be called a wonderful work, a work that can make people's scalp numb and deeply contradictory after watching it.

But Su Bai shook his head at this time,

"Not enough. ”

Saying,

Su Bai raised his foot,

stepped directly on the boy's face,

With Su Bai's current strength, he can fight with Boss Liang in the void for three hundred rounds, and the power of this foot, not to mention that the zombie boy has one breath left, even if he is in his heyday, he can't bear it.

"Smack............

Half of the zombie boy's face was directly stepped on by Su Bai and collapsed,

Now

The zombie boy has only half of his face left,

Half an innocent and immaculate face,

The other half is gone,

Coupled with the meat maggot tumbling and highly rotting body,

That sense of contradiction and conflict instantly raised to another level!

"Click......"

Su Bai pressed the shutter,

Then squatted down and sent the phone screen to the boy, regardless of whether the boy was dead or alive, and said directly:

"This one, are you satisfied?"

The boy's body, which had completely lost his voice, slowly trembled at this time,

At this time, the rotten flesh began to recover,

The collapsed face even regrew its flesh buds,

The aura on his body actually began to soar again,

A breath belonging to the Great Dao gradually spread at this time,

But none of this is what the boy cares about,

As soon as his mouth was restored, he couldn't wait to exclaim:

"Perfect ............"