"I know I'm arrogant, and now sitting here on a rainy day and talking to myself is like a second idiot, and people who walk past with an umbrella think I'm a second fool. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yes, I can laugh at them for being fools who can't see the world for what it really is, but can I really see it clearly?

What is cause and effect?

It's like if I'm farting here, as long as the angle is right, the direction is accurate, and the fart volume is perfect, I can fart here and set off a tsunami in the Pacific Ocean.

But things are never that simple, just as people are a member of society, people are also a part of this space and this world, and any behavior you do that is not conducive to the stability of this world will be automatically eliminated and digested by this world.

The most obvious is that lychees wiped out a city in the first place, but so what?

The UK, the European Union and even the whole world are still operating normally, in fact, I am also worried that after the road of cause and effect has reached the top, what I see is actually just a bureau deliberately arranged by the broadcast, everything is under the control of the broadcast, and all the processes are all taking off their pants and farting.

You ask me why I stick to this path even though I think it might be this end?

The reason is very simple, a drop of sperm and ten drops of blood, but men are still happy to shoot it, isn't it the pleasure in the process, I feel that my current self-expansion, as if the rest of the audience in the world are writing I feel awake, it's really good, hahahaha.................."

Speaking of this, the fat man raised his head and laughed, forming a special scenery in the rain and in the crowd of people.

After laughing, the fat man sighed, "Do you know, in fact, I don't have a very bottom in my heart, because I have helped the monks, Buddhas and Dabai calculate them."

The monk's path is ambiguous, and Gyatso's path is also ambiguous, probably because they themselves haven't really made a choice, and once they do, the path may be clearer, and the big white ...... Every time I calculate, I can feel as if he is a dead end in front of him, I don't even know why he was able to jump alive until now, he should have died a long time ago, but he didn't, he still continues to live.

Sometimes, I really admire him, whether he was born or from being 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 forwarder suddenly has concerns and concerns, he is no longer so pure.

This is my feeling, the feeling I have from the perspective of 'God' using cause and effect, that if it weren't for that child's appearance, he should have even more terrifying strength by now, even now that he has become a high-level listener, I am not surprised at all.

Because of that child, he has concern, and because of that child, the extreme elements of his personality are constantly being imperceptibly neutralized.

You ask me, will that child be disposed of?

Should...... Yes.

But it shouldn't be broadcast, and radio doesn't interfere directly in real-world things, but even if it doesn't, there are thousands of other ways for radio to accomplish its purpose.

For example, the original bloody corpse. ”

The fat man took out a cigarette, lit it, and the smoke spit out, and soon dissipated into the rain.

"He's going to die, he's going to die soon, because from a causal point of view, he's much less attractive to the radio, and even his uncontrolled mental abnormality may seem like an interesting thing to the radio.

This is in line with the radio's consistent pursuit of storytelling, but once he begins to gradually rein in his personality and start to be a demon king's father, his attraction to radio will decrease, and the radio will feel that he is boring, that he is very boring, and that he is just an ordinary listener.

So, I'm thinking about a question now, when Dabai was sick again and again, he died again and again, but he didn't die?

Every time you can turn evil into good fortune, is this pure luck or a real sense of death and resurrection?

, Lao Tzu now thinks it's interesting to watch him on the radio, so he deliberately doesn't let him die, where are so many coincidences, where are so many opportunities, where are so many chances?

If the broadcast thinks that he can continue to be interesting, he may use some accidents to get that child to leave Su Bai, and the easiest way is to kill that child, just like he did with a bloody corpse in the first place.

But in fact, you can think differently, will the two people who made Su Bai in the first place sit back and watch Da Bai die like an ordinary listener?"

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

A string of Buddhist beads was hung around Su Bai's neck, and Su Bai lay flat on the bed, breathing steadily.

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

"I don't know, when I wake up, I'm just facing pain. The monk stood beside the bed, a little helpless, "but the poor monk hopes that he will survive as before, and I have always felt that no blow can break his almost perverted spirit." ”

"Including this time?" Gyatso asked.

The monk hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

Su Bai opened his eyes at this time, and there was no crimson in his eyes, not even the slightest bloodshot, but in his eyes, what was left was just a coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

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

He is now seriously injured because of the previous confrontation formation, but Su Bai doesn't care much about it now.

"Can we calm down and talk now?" the monk asked, looking at Su Bai.

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

After speaking, Su Bai himself smiled.

It's as if nothing happened, as if everything was normal, as if the little guy would appear at the door and stumble and shout "Baba" and throw himself into his arms.

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

Su Bai raised his hand and motioned to the monk to say no more,

"I know who it is, grandparents want to see their grandson, so they took their grandson away, this is normal, isn't it?" Su Bai directly said the answer from the bottom of his heart.

Because radio doesn't do this kind of thing directly, especially in the real world, radio wants the little guy to disappear in front of him, it has countless accidents and methods, even if it's similar to a blood corpse, but it really won't come directly and snatch people and cats away, which is not in line with the aesthetics of broadcasting.

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

The crisp sound of bone joints grinding began to come from Su Bai's body, and at the same time, the muscle tissue began to writhe, which was forcibly repairing the body, which was very painful, but Su Bai didn't even frown, and looked very calm.

"Hoo ............"

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

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

It seems that Su Bai has not seen this kind of gaze for a long time.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it, my son was snatched away, and I don't even know where to find someone. Su Bai shrugged his shoulders, still smiling and talking.

"I really can't find them, otherwise, the radio would have been shot a long time ago. The monk sighed.

Su Bai walked to the closet, opened the door of the closet, and the painting was gone.

The painting that Ji Xiang had always taken with him and often looked at disappeared, and was probably taken away by that person.

Jixiang had signaled himself to look at the painting before, maybe Jixiang sensed that something was going to happen, but Su Bai didn't do that, even now, Su Bai has nothing to regret, since the other party insists on taking the little guy away, whether he knows it or not, he 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 their intuition told them that Su Bai looked calm now, but in fact, the ghost believed it.

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

"Where are you going?" the monk asked, "your injuries are not healed." ”

"So monk, come with me. Su Bai looked at the monk and said, "I don't need you to make a move, I'll do it." ”

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

"One of them took my son, and I had to do something, but unfortunately I'm too weak to find them, but I always had to do something. ”

"What the hell 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.

Hehe, if someone else takes away my son, I'll let him die a father, it's fair, isn't it?" Su Bai asked rhetorically.

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

Second, the two of their 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 lot of karma, at least they will be broadcast in the next story world to increase the difficulty, or worse, your next story world is a punitive story world, the same as last time. ”

Su Bai smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed to his face, and asked:

"I may have overlooked one thing myself,

I don't know when it started, you actually think,

I'm going to care about that?"