Life is always full of all kinds of accidents, and there are many surprises, when you are deceived by the gurgling stream in front of you, it may be around the next corner, which is a towering cliff waterfall;

For example, the current monks are still sitting cross-legged on the shore of Erhai Lake, reciting scriptures;

For example, the current Buddha is still walking on the mountains, touching the veins of the mountains and rivers;

For example, the current fat man is still hugging left and right in a nightclub in Dali City, enjoying the blessings of all people;

For example, the current Xie Yu is still sitting in the company's office, looking at the game promotion plan that has just come out;

For example, Liang Sen is still lying on his bed, holding a copy of "Homer's Epic" in his hand and flipping through it;

For example, there are many, many such examples, ordinary people are still living their own ordinary lives, no matter how thrilling and ups and downs, they still can't get out of the category of belonging to the ordinary;

And the listeners are also living their own lives, under the shadow of the radio, being toyed with, being teased, struggling, angry, and roaring. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But a gust of wind blows,

The two people who walked in front had already stood up, because they had gone too far and too far, so far away that the third person behind them couldn't even see their backs.

Therefore,

This turmoil,

This showdown,

Even for the listeners, the ones who can perceive the abnormality are only a few of the few.

undercurrent

It's already surging.

Zhao Bian'an has been sitting on the hillside, sitting from morning to late at night, the night in Dali is very beautiful, the starry sky is bright, but the one that follows like a shadow can even be described as "maggots of tarsal bones", but there is no trace.

"Give. ”

Chen Ru threw over a bottle of wine, which was a bottle of Lao Baigan.

Zhao Bian took a sip, a hoarse sound came out of his throat, and then he stood up and closed his eyes.

From the feeling of feeling, Chen Ru felt that Zhao Bian'an seemed to know what was going on, and even the initiator knew who it was, but Zhao Bian'an's emotions made Chen Ru a little incomprehensible:

expect

Loss

afraid

Repression......

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

"Okay, the time is up, now, into the voting time, when I ask you who you think the murderer is, you have to give me an answer, and this answer, will not be changed. The old butler said.

Everyone nodded, in fact, this rule had already been understood by everyone when they voted for Hills for the first time, although there was no voting button on the electronic light screen, but the old butler was the rule here.

The old housekeeper stood in front of Xu Gang first, and Xu Gang replied, "Zhao Rui." ”

The old butler walked up to Diana, and Diana replied, "Zhao Rui." ”

The old housekeeper walked up to Chen Ming, and Chen Ming replied, "Zhao Rui." ”

The old housekeeper walked up to Lucy, and Lucy replied, "Zhao Rui." ”

Then, the old butler walked to Monta, who was still hesitating, even if the blackened marks on the strings were clear, even if all the evidence and logic pointed to Zhao Rui's suicide, but Montari still felt weird.

It's an intuition, and it's a kind of sixth sense.

He didn't answer, he looked at Su Bai.

At this time, Su Bai reached out and picked up the teapot on the coffee table and poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said:

"Wang Yi. ”

Su Bai said his answer first, he voted for himself, because at this time, it didn't matter, the four of them voted for Zhao Rui, and this situation could not be changed.

Lucy looked at Su Bai with a very angry gaze at this time, Diana seemed to have been drained of all her strength, Chen Ming was smiling, and Xu Gang was covering his head,

Montari sighed with some emotion: "Is this the wisdom and planning of the high-level audience?"

"It's a possibility, like the one that was voted out in the first round. "Su Bai has no psychological pressure to step on Hills at this time.

"Well, I'm convinced. "Muntari sees it very openly, because the ending is already there, and now, it should be time to focus on the next scene, and after all, Muntari is a smart person, so he will not be like Lucy's woman, who planned to kill Su Bai first, and now he is showing this angry emotion.

The other party, but a high-level listener, you have already provoked him, if you continue to provoke him at this time, will he really not be able to target you in the next scene?

Su Bai didn't have the elation of the winners, in fact, he could feel the feeling of Shears in this game, not so much that Shears's excessive self-aggrandizement allowed Su Bai to find evidence of his guilt, but that Shears was showing his disdain for the scum game with this group of non-high-level listeners in another way.

Of course, Shears lost the game, and Su Bai is now the winner, so naturally he can disrespectfully put all kinds of "philosophical style" labels on Shills' head.

That's it

Su Bai sat on the sofa and watched the old butler forcibly squeeze Lucy, Montari, Diana, Xu Gang, and Chen Ming into the wall one after another.

"Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse. Su Bai suddenly remembered this sentence in "Peach Blossom Fan" in his mind.

Rational reasoning and bloody and brutal violent punishment alternate in this scene, the former paving the way for the latter, and the latter rendering the former, the contrast between emotion and rhythm.

It seems to be very much in line with the storytelling pursued by broadcasting, or the aesthetics of broadcasting.

Su Bai poured himself another cup of tea, and then poured a cup for the old housekeeper who was busy with his work.

The old butler took the tea and took a sip.

"Do I need to be squeezed in too?" asked Su Bai as he pointed to himself.

"No, didn't you find that door?" said the old butler to Su Bai, "As the winner of the game, you deserve some preferential treatment. ”

"Thank you. ”

"You're welcome. The old butler sat down opposite Su Bai, and he looked at Su Bai as if he were looking at an antique.

In fact, the old butler didn't pay much attention to Su Bai's planning and arrangement, as well as his reaction during the argument, which only showed that Su Bai had greater courage and more careful calculations than the rest of the game participants.

Of course, there is also an element of luck here, for example, even Su Bai himself didn't expect that he would be attacked by zombies when he was about to kill Zhao Rui.

What really interested the old housekeeper was Su Bai's previous evaluation of what he said about what he was interested in broadcasting.

The old butler is an NPC in this story world, and because the radio likes this story world, he can exist, and because the radio constantly sends listeners here, he has a sense of relative existence.

It's not that he wants to study how to make radio sycophants, because his existence is to make radio happier, and to make radio more and better storytelling is the meaning of his existence.

It's sad when a person lives because of this.

Su Bai looked at the old housekeeper sitting in front of him, thinking like this in his heart.

But

With the experience of the previous black convenience store owner and the demon in the picture, after a period of renovation and maintenance, the radio will no longer allow awakened NPCs in the story world, or you can awaken, but you must be obedient.

For example, the Pope who entered the world of the "Cinderella" story for the second time,

For example, the old butler in front of him now.

Su Bai took a deep breath and drank the tea in the cup in his hand.

"Please. ”

The old housekeeper put down the teacup and motioned for Su Bai to follow him upstairs.

Su Bai did not hesitate, followed the old butler to the second floor, and the two walked to the deepest room, that is, the room where Hills found the passage.

The old housekeeper stretched out his hand to move the bed away and walked down the corridor with Su Bai.

The metal door in front of him, with a sense of heavy oppression inherent in this material, the old butler stood in front of him, first verified the fingerprints and then the pupils,

"Click......"

A crunch,

The door was opened,

It was pitch black inside.

The old housekeeper turned sideways and motioned for Su Bai to go in.

Su Bai smiled, took two steps forward, and was about to enter the door, he stopped and looked at the old butler.

"This scene is over, so, what are you going to do next?"

The old housekeeper looked at Su Bai and replied, "I'll go clean the house well, especially the kitchen." ”

This is to say goodbye to the old butler, Su Bai turned around and walked into the door.

And when the old butler standing behind Su Bai saw Su Bai enter, it was like a flower in front of him, he seemed to see a blue flame, but the flame slowly disappeared with Su Bai's disappearance.

The old butler's task was over, he re-covered the corridor and the bed, and then walked out of the room, and then, he took up the broom and mop, and prepared to clean the whole villa first.

He didn't use a clone, because if he used a clone, no matter how much work he did, he could get it done quickly.

He likes to work on it, slowly patching up and restoring the traces that come out of a game, and wants the process to be as long as possible.

maybe

It's because it's too boring.

however

When the old butler came to the staircase with a bucket and a mop, he suddenly frowned,

He looked down at the living room, at the dining room and kitchen, at the bedroom where people had lived like a small hotel.

At last

He looked at the blood-red wall, and he suddenly had a feeling of disgust,

It was as if there was a fire burning in his chest.

He knew that this feeling should not appear, but he couldn't control it,

Slowly, like a puppet, the old butler threw away the bucket and mop, and watched the water pour to the ground, and then he went down the stairs to the blood-red wall of the drawing-room.

In front of this wall, he had stuffed people who had failed the game into it, watched their flesh and blood blur, watched them turn into meat sauce and blood,

Suddenly,

The old butler leaned his forehead against the wall,

"Bang, bang, bang.................."

He began to smash the wall with his forehead,

Heavier than ever,

Every time it gets louder and louder,

Gradually,

He began to blur his flesh,

Slowly, the blood he soaked in the walls began to be slowly absorbed by the wriggling walls..................