Chapter 244: The identity of the assassin
"Alone, I am drunk;
Drunk puts the beautiful woman in pairs;
The eyes are alone;
I only ask him to return one day;
Ladies and daughters, I play the piano lightly;
Yan Xi I purple bamboo forest ............"
The rhythm of shouting microphones with a strong sense of rhythm sounded, and it appeared at this time, which seemed so harsh;
Senior listeners, in the usual audience circle, are worshiped by the bottom audience, and when they meet, the audience below will respectfully and fearfully call them "adults";
However, at this time, in this place, the adults suddenly became very worthless, and even, a little cheaper, like old newspapers in the wholesale market, collected by the pound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
One by one, the senior people are dying, like gods, they have become no different from ordinary people at this time, their identity, their status, everything they have, at this time has become extraordinarily cheap.
Looking at the death of a person around him, the senior audience who is still alive is extremely sad in their hearts, because the dead people around them have the same identity and status as themselves, and the feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox is so strong.
Because sarcoma kills people by the most primitive gnawing, so every veteran who died, the wounds were obvious, and even the whole body was gnawed, just because the sarcomas still wanted to kill all the senior listeners first and then enjoy the feast slowly, so they didn't treat the Western blood clan boss and absorb it all.
The blood of the dead veteran listeners began to spread on the ground.
This was originally a very normal thing, dead people, blood, and the senior audience present were numb to see so much, but these bloods all showed a strange flow direction in a moment, and all of them flowed to the puppets that were thrown on the ground.
The flow of blood was so fast that not only did the senior audience not react, but even these sarcomas, who were hunting food and were sensitive to spatial fluctuations, did not have time to react at all.
In an instant, the blood of those dead senior listeners was completely absorbed by the puppets on the ground,
These puppets seemed to come to life at this time, and they collectively opened their eyes!
Dolls are lifeless humanoid props, but compared with Eastern shadow puppetry, Western puppets can actually evoke a fear from the depths of the heart for contemporary people.
It's as if they have life, as if, when you put them in a corner of the house, they are actually watching you, looking at you, looking at you, while you are sleeping, their eyes are roaming over you over and over again.
Therefore, in most normal families, there are few decorations like dolls, because its appearance will make people feel weird.
However, at this time, the dolls have been resurrected collectively, they are no longer the kind of low-level illusion magic weapons, nor are they any less items that can be discarded casually, and in their deep layers, there should be some kind of prohibition that even a veteran listener cannot detect.
Oh, yes
If this prohibition can only be activated by the blood of the life level of the senior audience, it has actually reflected its terribleness.
More than 20 dolls are floating in the air, and there seems to be an invisible silk thread connecting each other between them, and a mysterious aura is emanating from them.
Below
The sarcomas stopped attacking the rest of the audience, they were too lazy to think, because they were definitely the existence of a hegemon in their own world, just like the kangaroos in Australia, because in Australia, they have no natural predators, so they can live carefree, but if they were placed elsewhere, they may have become extinct or forced to evolve into something else.
This situation is similar to these sarcomas, in their world, there is no enemy who can be strong enough to threaten their existence, the meaning of their existence, or rather, their own life, is to devour, otherwise, they do not need to think, thinking, it is considered a very boring thing, and only in the group, the lowest and most unidentified sarcoma, will be forced to start thinking, in order to lead the rest of the sarcomas to eat, this is the work of slaves.
This method and system are completely inverted from human society and even with the entire natural system of the earth.
However, not being willing to think, not bothering to think, does not mean that they are stupid, nor does it mean that they are stupid, in fact, a certain race can evolve to the top of a world plane, which must prove the excellence of this race, they actually have evolved themselves to a certain level that may not be perfect but is enough to survive in that world plane before stopping, and their own genes also show their excellence.
So, at this time, all the sarcomas sensed a sense of crisis, a sense of crisis that made them all panic in an instant.
Su Bai's hand was around the shirt youth, and at this time, he could feel the shirt youth's "lump of meat" trembling constantly.
"Isn't it interesting?" Su Bai asked softly as he leaned his face next to the shirt youth's meat ball, just as he felt when the shirt youth rested his chin on Su Bai's shoulder when the two sides first met.
"I remember you saying that the relationship between us about food and predators will always be constant, but right now, it seems a little wrong. Or, do you think it's funny right now?"
The shirted youth didn't have time to respond to Su Bai's taunt, because when the dozen or so puppets began to spin in the air, there were harsh noises, and the sarcomas below began to grow bigger and bigger again when they were not under attack, but their skin began to become more and more transparent.
The sarcomas wanted to move, but they couldn't, so they could only stay in place and watch their bodies swell up like balloons, and the terrifying energy fluctuations rippled out.
"It's going to explode!
About thirty veterans died, and there are still about sixty people left, all of whom are also wounded, and they also had a hard time resisting before, but everyone is human spirits, and they know that those puppets that they thought were useless to them before were stimulated after absorbing the blood of the dead veterans, and now, these dolls are the talismans of these terrible sarcomas!
However, once it explodes, this desolate and huge platform will definitely be leveled, and the sarcomas can't move, so naturally they can't attack, and the position leading to the exit that was blocked by them is suddenly opened.
These veteran listeners naturally didn't want to stay here and be killed by the bombing and be buried with these disgusting things, so they immediately took out their train tickets and ran to the train station to swipe their tickets out of the station.
This platform is located in two spaces from the Shanghai Railway Station outside, at least there are spatial cracks or spatial folds, so there is no need to worry about the explosion here affecting the Shanghai Railway Station.
What's more, there are more than a dozen senior listeners who are not in a hurry to escape, but turn back and take some of the dead audience's magic weapons and things before leaving, you must know that these sarcomas are in a state of explosion at any time.
This scene can be regarded as a vivid reflection of the temperament of senior listeners.
"I feel...... I'm so miserable. ā
The voice of the young man in the shirt kept coming, and he was very uncomfortable, because he had also been amplified, and at this time, he was no longer a long sarcoma, but turned into a huge hydrogen balloon.
"Do you still think it's funny?" Su Bai didn't rush to leave, didn't rush to run for his life, to be honest, he was able to survive until now, or rely on this shirt young man who wanted to imitate humans, without him, he would definitely have been eaten.
Now it is obvious that the means laid out at the beginning of the broadcast have been fulfilled at this time, and it is only a matter of time before these terrible sarcomas, GG, are made, but Su Bai feels that he should still accompany him for a few more words.
It is indeed difficult for people to understand the thinking mode of the mentally ill, because their concept of interests is beyond the thinking mode of normal people.
In other words, in fact, this shirt young man, in sarcoma, is actually equivalent to an outlier, he is forced to think, but on the other hand, he is actually actively imitating and learning from human beings, because he thinks it is very interesting,
And the word funny,
Sometimes it is the most primitive subjective initiative driven by all notions of interest.
"You go...... ......" The shirt youth's eyes were blurred, and even his voice could no longer be heard clearly, "Death...... In fact...... Not interesting at all......"
"Dude, honestly, thank you. Su Bai patted lightly at the huge sphere in front of him.
"Shhh...... You ...... me The shoot exploded...... You're going to die...... ......"
Su Baiwan smiled, waved his hand, and said goodbye, but after taking two steps, he stopped, took out all the boxes of cigarettes on his body, took out lighters, lit them all, and put them upright on the cigarette case.
Unfortunately, he still has no body and still can't smoke.
Taking out his train ticket, Su Bai walked to the exit very calmly and unhurriedly.
Because Su Bai's experience this time is different from those listeners who didn't get into the train, Su Bai knows that all this is designed by the broadcast, enough veterans die, and their blood can activate the puppet, once the puppet is activated, then these sarcomas will be GG, but every veteran is the cabbage of the broadcast, and after the puppet is enough to be activated, the broadcast should be reluctant to let the veteran sacrifice again.
This degree, this point,
Su Bai got it, so when Su Bai walked from the train to the ticket gate, he also took the time to pick up some things from the dead audience, all of which were small objects, but Su Bai didn't dare to stay too long, because the radio didn't mind really blowing up another shameless goods.
The moment he walked through the fence and disappeared, Su Bai felt a huge explosion behind him.
"Buzz!"
Exit,
The flow of people is surging, and many travelers are coming out of here, dragging their salutes with children, bustling,
For a while, it was like a world away.
The fat man and Xie Yu stood at the exit of the station, and when they saw Su Bai come out, the fat man almost ran over excitedly and slapped Su Bai's chest,
", I'm so happy to hear Gongzihai say that you're not dead. ā
Su Bai nodded, and pushed away the attempt of the three-hundred-pound baby to hug him, at this time, the mobile phone rang again, it was still the assassin's mobile phone,
Su Bai took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, it was a text message.
"Master Wang Lin, I just learned of your death, I am very disturbed, your teachings and kindness will always be remembered in my heart, although the society does not recognize you, but I know your greatness. ā
Even if a listener dies in the real world, he will be broadcast to die in a way that will not cause social disturbances, and his relatives, friends, and all members of society will think that he died a natural death.
The payment of this text message is still the name of a star, and I don't know if it's true or not.
However, immediately, Su Bai seemed to suddenly think of something,
Wang lin
How is this name so familiar,
Su Bai recalled the appearance of the assassin enhancer again, and it was indeed a little familiar, as if he had really seen it somewhere.
"Fat man, who is Wang Lin?" asked Su Bai as he looked at the fat man.
"Oh, that qigong master, fooled many officials and celebrities to worship him as a god, I just scrolled through Weibo when I was outside, and found that he seemed to have just passed away, and it caused a lot of sensation and controversy. ā