Chapter Fifty-Six: And the Farmer

Perhaps, it is the difference like a chasm, so it has created the current situation;

Even if Su Bai switched to the zombie state, he still couldn't move the slightest, this deep sense of powerlessness was experienced from the first day he arrived in Xi'an, and since then, it has been with him, suppressed in Su Bai's heart, making him feel that he can't even breathe smoothly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood corpse turned around, as if he was going to leave, his body was slowly becoming illusory, he should have other things to do, in Su Bai's opinion, the blood corpse was dancing on the tip of the knife, playing with the horror broadcast, if it was from a local angle, or if it was in a position that had nothing to do with him, Su Bai might not praise him, but the bandage man had just disappeared in front of his eyes, and it was reasonable that Su Bai would not have this kind of emotion.

Actually, Su Bai didn't know what the reason for the appearance of the blood corpse was, and he didn't know what the reason for the blood corpse to continue to stay here, but there was one thing that Su Bai knew very well, that is, he was now completely isolated, isolated in the small space of the hearse, the message could not be transmitted, and the mobile phone signal was definitely not there, so he couldn't help the blood corpse, even if the blood corpse had some scruples about killing himself, but Su Bai was actually more depressed in his heart, obviously there was a key in his hand, but he couldn't open the door, which was really maddening。

Perhaps, the previous Frankenstein who held a pistol and shot the black man three times in the head was just a special case, and the arm was generally unable to reach the thigh.

However, just as the blood corpse was about to disappear and leave here, a white light suddenly shrouded it, enveloping the blood corpse in it.

There is a small horn in the hearse, which is used to play mourning music, because when the hearse is generally used to transport the body, there will be accompanying relatives who are also on the car, and then the mourning music needs to be heard in the hearse, similar to the bandage man, who was pulled alone to burn only a few.

The horn made a grinding sound, a little harsh, a little blurry, as if a person was holding a new microphone and doing debugging, and almost said "Hey, hey, hey".

Su Bai's eyes were full of shock, this white light was familiar to him, this was the white light that every time the horror broadcast teleported people into the story world.

Horror broadcast, after all, did you know the identity of the bloody corpse through other channels?

"Dear listeners, welcome to the horror radio show, I am the host of the show, I, without a name, because the name has no meaning here.

Today, I'm going to tell you a little story like Aesop's Fables or Grimm's Fairy Tales;

There is a farmer, he is very industrious, he works hard every day, so the vegetables in his vegetable field are growing very well, this farmer has always cherished these precious vegetables, of course, he is not a doting way, when he encounters sick vegetables or vegetables that are planted too densely and start competing with each other for nutrients, he will deal with them, to pull out some vegetables, to eliminate some vegetables, the purpose is to make the whole vegetable garden better.

However, there is a man, no, exactly, who should be called a thief;

One day, the thief came to the garden, he disguised himself, wrapped in blood-red silk cloth, so that it was impossible to see who he was, he went to the farmer's vegetable field, stole the farmer's vegetables, and destroyed a large part of the garden.

This scene was discovered by the farmer, and from the physical point of view, the farmer was able to guess the age of the thief, the children of this town, they would receive fresh vegetables from the farmer since they were young, so the thief must have grown up eating the farmer's vegetables.

The farmer has his own rules and rules, and he is a very rigid person, and it is precisely because of this that he can gain the respect of most people in the town as a vegetable farmer.

The farmer is not willing to wronged anyone who is good, so even if he has a shotgun and a machete, he can't use it before he knows the specific identity of the thief, this is the farmer's creed, he will not destroy, even if the thief continues to steal vegetables every night unscrupulously, the farmer still holds the anger in his heart and is indifferent.

Finally, one day, the farmer learned the identity of the thief,

So

The farmer is going to do it, and the reason for doing it is not because the farmer feels sorry for the vegetable field that he has destroyed, after all, vegetables can be sown, and they will grow again in a short time, but the farmer has found that because of the exemplary role of this thief, many people who have passed by the town in their vegetable garden during the day have actually appeared in their eyes with eagerness and greed.

Therefore, this thief must be punished, otherwise the vegetable garden will not be saved at all.

However, the farmer still could not hide his kind-hearted nature, he did not intend to punish the thief with a shotgun and a machete, after all, the thief also grew up eating the vegetables he planted, and the farmer watched him grow up every day.

Therefore, the farmer decided to forgive the thief, he buried the thief in the land, let the thief's body nourish the vegetable field, in the future, the thief's nutrients and essence, will give birth to a better growing vegetable, in the farmer's opinion, the thief should also get a kind of sublimation and a kind of inheritance.

Listeners, do you say, is the farmer too kind?"

The sound of the horror radio kept ringing, telling the story at a constant pace, and on the other side,

The blood corpse began to struggle and began to roar, Su Bai could feel the dissatisfaction and anger from the blood corpse,

But

Horror broadcasting already knows his identity, so he can start the next step of the process, that is, to teleport the blood corpse into the story world, in the real world, horror broadcasting has a lot of constraints, but in the story world, horror broadcasting is much more free and convenient, it has a thousand ways to make the blood corpse be punished as it should be, burying the audience pattern of the entire Shaanxi land, which is equivalent to digging a large piece from the private vegetable garden of the horror broadcast, and the anger of the horror broadcast can be imagined.

Not long ago, Su Bai's struggle in front of the blood corpse seemed so pale and powerless, but the feng shui took turns too fast, and when the horror broadcast knew the true identity of the blood corpse, he directly forcibly pulled him into the story world, and similarly, in front of the horror broadcast, the blood corpse also looked a little pale and powerless, just like Su Bai before.

The blood corpse disappeared, and all the prohibitions disappeared with it, the zombie blood on Su Bai's body disappeared, and the whole person sat on the ground as if he had lost his strength, and in an instant, outside the window of the hearse, the street scenery also appeared.

It's just that the corpse that was supposed to be transported out by the hearse has been completely annihilated at this time, including his soul, which is completely gone.

"Really, it's like having a nightmare. Su Bai muttered to himself, and then reached out and picked up a small piece of bandage from the freezer, which was the remnant of the bandage man when he was lying in the freezer before, and everything else could not be found, in front of the blood corpse, the bandage man evaporated completely.

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

The wind of early winter, with its dryness and depression, is more unkind than the autumn wind;

In the cemetery park, Su Bai stood in front of a tombstone with a bouquet of flowers and a backpack in his hand.

In the photo on the tombstone, there is a thin man about fifty years old, usually the tombstone is a picture of people laughing, this is no exception, the man smiled very heartily, but because there was only one face intercepted, so it was impossible to guess that he was happy because of some happy event.

Su Bai placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and then the whole person sat down.

The bandage man's wife and daughter did not come back from the United States, but only entrusted a relative to help deal with the aftermath, and the relative only signed from the hospital to send the person to the crematorium after receiving the money。

It can't be said that it is not cold, it cannot be said that it is not cold.

In the end, the crematorium found that the body was gone, and did not tell the relative who helped with the matter, but did not know from which dead person had just been burned and pulled some ashes into an urn, signed the list and handed it over, and the relative put the urn under the previously booked tombstone position and completed the transaction.

The tombstone of the bandage man, the photo of the bandage man, but the ashes below, I don't know which passerby A came from.

Su Bai's hand patted lightly on the tombstone, he wanted to be more serious, but he didn't know why he wanted to laugh.

"Brother, I won't give you useless things like burning paper money, let's loosen the soil for you. ”

Su Bai took out two bottles of mineral water from his satchel and poured them all on the ground.

Just put away the mineral water bottle, Su Bai's mobile phone rang, and at the same time, Su Bai's chest suddenly hurt, and the whole person immediately knelt on the ground, cold sweat flowing, and his face was painful.

After a while, this painful feeling finally disappeared, and Su Bai, who already knew what was going on, took out his mobile phone,

"[Broadcast Notice]: Enter the next story world in a week;

[Story World Name]: The grave of the bloody corpse

[Number of participants]: Unknown

[Rest]: Unknown"

Looking at this message on the mobile phone screen, Su Bai licked his lips, and then nodded thoughtfully,

This time, I really felt the preferential treatment of horror radio for listeners who completed realistic tasks, and at the same time, I seemed to better understand the true meaning of the story told by horror radio when it forcibly pulled the bloody corpse into the story world. (To be continued.) )