Chapter 1002

The incident with the enhanced assassin was just an interlude. For Su Bai, he still had to face many problems. At least for now, there was a very big problem that he needed to face.

For example …

When he, Fatso, and Jie Ling were about to walk out of the train station, they saw a group of about thirty people gathered outside.

"I heard that you were quite awe-inspiring inside." Fatso walked beside Su Bai and teased, "When we get back, tell me what happened after you fell off the train."

At this time, Jie Ling smiled and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Fatso curled his lips disapprovingly.

The thirty or so listeners all had serious injuries on their bodies. They had set up arrays around them to prevent ordinary people nearby from noticing them.

Some of the listeners should have already left, but there were still some who wanted to stay here and ask for an explanation.

Because previously, when everyone was surrounded by a group of terrifying sarcoma-like creatures, Su Bai stood beside a different sarcoma and watched everything quietly.

Rather than saying that Su Bai was like a bystander at that time, it would be better to say that Su Bai was more like a mastermind behind the scenes. He was the one who led and controlled these sarcomas to attack the veteran listeners.

Su Bai paid special attention. Sophia and Gongzi Hai were not among this group of people.

"Da Bai, look at how miserable they are now. Now I'm very glad that I left earlier. You didn't see how Gongzi Hai looked when he came out. One of his arms was gnawed into a hornet's nest, and half of his face was gone. Damn it, all of them went in well-dressed, but when they came out, they looked like a group of zombies coming out of a cage."

If Fatso had stayed on the platform, then according to the ratio set by the broadcaster, the blood of about thirty listeners would have been needed to activate those puppets. Therefore, if Fatso had stayed there, among the less than a hundred listeners, there would have been a one-third chance that he would have died and become a sacrifice to activate those puppets.

Of course, there were still many questions. For example, why did Lychee and the rest deliberately do this and almost kill Gongzi Hai? Also, why did the broadcaster design this rhythm? If the broadcaster wanted to, these sarcomas could not have caused any harm to the listeners, because the broadcaster could not have sold tickets.

Or rather, this was just a game of chess between the broadcaster and Lychee and the rest, and the thirty tragic deaths of the veteran listeners were the sacrifices of both sides.

However, what had happened had already happened, and it was meaningless to dwell on it now. Moreover, Su Bai was quite weak now. Most of his blood had been sucked out by the Western bigshot, and then he was eaten by the sarcomas. Su Bai could only stand there, talk, and walk normally, which was already his limit.

Moreover, his physical weakness was secondary. The most important thing was the mental exhaustion brought about by the experience of falling off the train. That was the most uncomfortable part.

Facing the listeners standing at the door, Su Bai did not pay them any attention. He just smiled and walked out. Fatso and Gongzi Hai stood beside Su Bai, and the three of them walked out in a dignified manner.

When they got out and got into the car, Fatso, who was sitting in the passenger seat, let out a long sigh of relief. "Damn, I was scared to death. I thought there would be a fight."

"First, they are all seriously injured.

Secondly, they were not sure whether Su Bai had a direct causal relationship with the previous incident.

Third, they are very afraid of Su Bai.

Therefore, none of them dared to stand up for him, and they feel that there is no need to. "

The driver analyzed as he drove. At the same time, he looked at Su Bai through the rearview mirror and asked, "I have some elixirs to replenish Qi and blood.

"I have some elixirs that can replenish Qi and blood. I'll give them to you when the time comes. When you've recovered, you can tell me what happened inside."

Obviously, both Fatso and the driver were very curious about what happened after Su Bai fell off the train.

"Da Bai, Gongzi Hai just sent me a WeChat message, asking me if you have come out. I told him that you have come out, and he said that he will look for us tonight," Fatso said to Su Bai.

"I want to rest." Su Bai first looked at the driver and said, "Regarding the previous agreement with you, it depends on how I rest and recover. I think your boss should be back soon after this matter is over."

"He won't dare to come back so early," the driver said with certainty. Jie Ling said confidently. Obviously, as the person closest to Liang Sen, he naturally knew his boss's fear of the radio.

His boss would definitely not dare to return to Shanghai unless it was absolutely safe. Therefore, Su Bai had enough time to rest and recover.

"As for Gongzi Hai, if he wants to come, then come. However, I can't guarantee that I won't meet him." Su Bai was not putting on airs. He was speaking the truth. Su Bai really needed to rest now. He wanted to lie in bed and have a good sleep.

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of sarcomas and being gnawed on …

The feeling of entering the illusion of a Western big shot …

The crazy dizziness of lying on a train and then falling down …

Even though Su Bai had left the train station, even though he was sitting in the car, even though he was almost home, he still had a great sense of unreality. It was like a person who had been soaking in the water for a long time and had just come ashore.

"Have a good rest," Fatso said.

Soon, they arrived at Old Fang's house. Jie Lin did not get out of the car, nor did he have any intention of going in. He left after dropping off Fatso and Su Bai.

Su Bai and Fatso entered the house together. The little guy was lying on the carpet reading a fairy tale booklet. He had many fairy tale booklets that Fatso had bought for him. Because Fatso found that the little guy had a high IQ and could even understand comic books, Fatso had bought hundreds of them and placed them at home for the little guy to read.

Sometimes, Fatso would mutter to himself that it was so easy to raise this child. He did not even have the thought of carrying on the family line.

Without comparison, there would be no harm. If he had a child in the future, Fatso would probably think that his son was so stupid, so stupid …

Su Bai went into the bathroom and took a shower to wash off the blood on his body. Then, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and stood at the door of his bedroom. After thinking for a while, he turned around and went to the monk's bedroom.

The monk was lying on the bed, motionless.

However, the smell of sandalwood in the monk's room was really nice. As everyone knew, sandalwood had the effect of calming the mind. At this time, Su Bai simply sat on the floor and leaned against the wall of the monk's bedroom. He seemed to be sitting and lying down, and closed his eyes.

Soon, he entered the dream.

"Tell me, isn't the broadcast very interesting?"

In the dream, Su Bai seemed to hear a person's voice. That person was the young man in the shirt, a guy without a name, because the other party did not need a name.

"Yes, very interesting." Su Bai said, "Aren't you very interesting?"

"Yes, I'm dead." The voice of the young man in the shirt disappeared again.

The dream was over.

However, Su Bai was still asleep.

…

"Come, I've cooked a few dishes of Sichuan cuisine tonight. I don't think it's as good as your dad's, but let's change the taste."

Fatso placed a few dishes on the coffee table and held the little fellow in his arms. He fed the little fellow while eating.

Su Bai was still resting, so Fatso did not disturb him.

Everyone had their own soft spot in their heart. Just like in this world, nothing was absolute. Even the worst person could not be doing bad things or preparing to do bad things 24 hours a day.

The more time he spent with the little fellow, the more Fatso understood why Su Bai adopted him. When he was at home, it was indeed a kind of enjoyment to be able to play with a smart, naive and cute little fellow.

At least, it was hard for Fatso to imagine what would happen to Su Bai if the little fellow did not appear in Su Bai's life.

A mental patient without the slightest nostalgia and concern.

Thinking about it made his teeth ache.

After the fat and the little fellow finished eating, Fatso put the little fellow on the carpet.

"You play alone for a while. Uncle Fat, I'll clean up the dishes."

After saying that, Fatso picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

The little fellow looked left and right on the carpet and then pouted. "Papa … Papa …"

Then, the little fellow began to crawl from the living room to the bedroom.

Although the little fellow had barely learned to walk, he still felt that it was more comfortable to crawl and not so tired.

The little fellow seemed to be able to sense where Su Bai was. He directly climbed over his and Su Bai's bedroom and came to the door of the monk's bedroom. He saw Su Bai sitting against the wall, sleeping soundly.

"Papa … Papa …"

The little fellow called softly and then carefully crawled to Su Bai's side.

He placed his tender little hand on Su Bai's shoulder and stroked it. He could tell that Su Bai was very tired, very tired.

However, in the next moment, the little fellow suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. Because Su Bai was only wrapped in a bath towel, the skin on his arm was completely exposed. The place that the little fellow had just touched actually caused a piece of skin to slowly float up from Su Bai's arm.

This piece of skin was very weak and kept squirming slightly. It did not dare to provoke Su Bai, so it was especially careful. If one could look at it with a magnifying glass, one would find that the texture of this piece of skin was very similar to the crystalline body that had condensed after the sarcomas had swallowed the Western listener. It could even be said that it was almost the same.

The little fellow watched all of this with his mouth agape,

He felt that..,

Wow..,

He had caused trouble..,

It was too scary..,

He had actually rubbed off his own Papa's skin..

The little fellow quickly grabbed the piece of skin with his little hand and pasted it on Su Bai's right arm. Then, he began to breathe on it and kept rubbing it gently, wanting to rub this piece of skin back for his father.

This piece of skin was resisting and struggling..,

However, every time the little fellow breathed out, it seemed to make its resistance weaken bit by bit,

Then, as the little fellow's hand continued to rub it, the piece of skin actually slowly merged back into Su Bai's right arm.