In the distance, a mushroom cloud appeared in the sky above the nuclear power plant. It was as if the devil had planted a poppy in the human world. In an instant, it condensed into a bloody and incomparably depressing scene.
No matter how skilled an artist was, it would be difficult to depict such a hue. It was a kind of contempt for life and ruthlessness towards nature. A mere painting, a mere photograph, couldn't reflect even a fraction of it.
Mankind's nuclear research had always been in full swing. Generation after generation of great scientists had contributed their wisdom to this cause, contributing their time.
In the later stages of World War II, when the Americans dropped an atomic bomb on Japan, the concept of nuclear suddenly became incomparably clear in the minds of mankind. It began to change from an abstract concept to an image. The Chernobyl incident, the Fukushima nuclear power plant incident, and more importantly, the insignificance and powerlessness of mankind in the face of nuclear power.
Perhaps, nuclear itself wasn't right or wrong. What determined whether nuclear power was right or wrong was actually mankind's own selfishness and cleverness.
"At this time, it would be great if there was popcorn."
Fatso, Tyrant, Su Bai, and Gyatso were sitting on the roof of a road checkpoint in the woods, watching the mushroom cloud rise and slowly dissipate from the nuclear power plant in front of them.
The four of them, with eight legs, looked like a team of friends who had formed a team to have a picnic. They were facing the other side of the mountain, watching the sunset, chatting, and daydreaming, killing the boring and leisurely time.
This time, the power of the nuclear explosion shouldn't be small, but the range of the impact was greatly reduced. It might even be possible that the real damage could only be caused within the cylindrical area. It wouldn't be like the previous Samsara incident, where all the listeners were killed in one fell swoop.
On Su Bai's side, he felt a gust of wind blowing past, messing up everyone's hair and clothes, but there were no other obvious injuries.
Of course, the nuclear radiation in the surrounding environment would definitely go off the charts, but it wouldn't kill the listeners immediately.
"The power isn't that great." Fatso scratched his head and found that his hair was slowly falling off. His body was showing signs of deterioration due to the excessive radiation.
"South Korea isn't that big to begin with. Although the power of the explosion isn't much, the radiation is enough to turn one-fifth of South Korea into a nuclear zone. This is a fundamental destruction to South Korea's politics, economy, and society," Gyatso said.
"Hehe, who knows, maybe the Fatso in the north has already opened his arms to welcome the people of South Korea back into his embrace." Fatso teased. "If the peninsula is unified because of this, it will be interesting."
"I think what touched me the most was what kind of spirit this old woman had that allowed her to hide in the enemy's territory for decades. Even her son didn't know her identity.
Then, when her son grew up, he went to elementary school, middle school, high school, university, and finally became a nuclear scientist. He got married and started a career. She was like a normal single mother, working hard to support her son's growth, caring for her daughter-in-law, and bringing up her grandson.
But because of that call, she was able to reveal her identity to her son. She used her daughter-in-law's life and her grandson's life to force her son to do something to the nuclear power plant, causing a nuclear leak, and causing the entire county to be buried with her.
I really don't understand. Even Buddhism can't brainwash a person to this extent, "Gyatso said.
"I don't know either." Su Bai sighed, feeling a little sad.
The whole thing had already been dug up by the South Korean side. This old woman didn't hesitate to kill her daughter-in-law and grandson, using their lives to threaten her son, causing the first serious nuclear leak.
Humanity.
To think that it could be twisted to such an extent. Even the audience, who were used to seeing bloodshed, couldn't help but be speechless.
"But no matter what, this story world is just like a bystander to us." The monk was still conflicted about this matter.
Judging from the process and the result, it was a game of chess between Mu Nan and George, the two terrifyingly cunning Chinese and Americans. The outcome of the game was that both sides perished together due to a freak combination of factors.
Even though they were opponents, they still felt regretful for the ending of these two people. If these two smart people could continue to live, it would be a terrifying thing. At the same time, it would be something worth looking forward to.
"Let's go back and investigate. I think these two people must have touched the radio's reverse scale. This story world is actually more like a trap that the radio specially set up for these two smart people.
Who knows, when the old woman finally dragged George to the nuclear power plant and perished together with Mu Nan, the radio would be sitting on a chair looking at the screen in front of him and laughing, feeling smug about the final success of their plot. "
Gyatso looked up at the sky and said with some disappointment, "And we, in this story world, are only the role of accompanying the prince. It was we who didn't seize the opportunity. Of course, we won't be the unlucky few who were killed. Da Bai, thank you. "
"That's too perfunctory. You will still abandon me when it's time." Su Bai unceremoniously refuted.
"Don't be so direct. How are you going to continue pretending in the future?" Gyatso also didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "In my temple, there is an ancient zombie coffin. If you need it, I can give it to you. Consider it as a repayment for saving me in the real world and the story world."
"So Lord Zeng didn't intend to give it to me before?"
"That's a cultural relic." Gyatso said, "I didn't hand it over to the country but planned to give it to you. I've already made a big concession."
"Alright, it would be impolite of me to refuse." Su Bai agreed.
"By the way, I'm really curious. In the first reincarnation, why did you fight with Mu Nan at the end and kill him?" Gyatso asked.
Su Bai shook his head. "You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask?"
"Amitabha. I'm afraid there's no way to find the answer because the two people involved in this matter are no longer around. And the radio won't give you an answer," The monk said.
"This world is beginning to collapse," Fatty said as he pointed to his surroundings.
Indeed, the ripples began to spread out and turned into fragments that fell down.
In the end, when the whole world collapsed, the four of them realized that their surroundings had completely changed.
In front of them.
It was a nuclear power plant that was in ruins. They were wearing a firefighter suit.
In a row, there were nearly thirty listeners. About seven or eight of them had fallen to the ground, losing all signs of life. They were completely dead.
As for the rest, it was as if they were in a dream.
"Is this the principle of the Nuclear World and reincarnation? As expected, it's not a real world or a story world," The monk said in a low voice.
The next moment …
Rays of white light shrouded everyone in turn.
This mission world …
Announced the end.
…
"Handsome Pan? Handsome Pan?"
Su Bai suddenly woke up. He saw a bowl of steaming noodles and a basket of buns on the table in front of him. At that moment, he was holding a fifty-yuan note in his hand.
Su Bai remembered that he took it out of his wallet before he was pulled into the story world. He wanted to leave it for the boss as payment. After all, the boss was also a small business, and the taste of the noodles was indeed not bad.
However, this time, the time between entering the story world and the real world should be very short. It was so short that it was almost negligible.
"Handsome Pan, this is the pickled vegetables made at home. Try it. I heard your accent just now. You're from Sichuan, right? How can Sichuanese eat without pickled vegetables? "
The boss, who was not very tall, handed over a small plate with pickled radish and cabbage on it.
"When I was young, I grew up in Chengdu." Su Bai smiled. "This is the money for breakfast."
The boss took the money and gave him the change. "It's pickled vegetables. There's no charge. It's a gift to you. If any restaurant in Sichuan charges money for pickled vegetables, then there's no place to stay."
"Yes," Su Bai answered. He took the change from the boss and put it into his wallet.
"Yes." The boss smiled at Su Bai and went out to continue his business.
Su Bai took a deep breath. He had suddenly returned to the real world from the story world. This huge difference needed some time to digest.
He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a steamed bun, and put it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it with difficulty. He then ate a mouthful of noodles, which was also a little difficult to swallow. When he thought of the scene of his body covered in rotten meat, Su Bai's appetite was not very good.
He picked up some pickled vegetables and put them into his mouth.
It was refreshing and delicious. It was not greasy at all. He could eat it happily. Su Bai sat there. After finishing the small plate of pickled vegetables, he got up and prepared to leave.
At this time, the two young men at the next table also finished eating and were about to leave. The young man holding the newspaper suddenly teased, "Say, in 'Dream of the Red Chamber', a stone can become a spirit. In 'Journey to the West', anything can become a demon. Will this core become a spirit one day?"
The other young man did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Then hurry home and see if your TV, your refrigerator, and your laptop have become spirits. Hahaha …"
The two young men walked out of the breakfast shop while chatting and laughing.
They did not notice.
Su Bai, who was standing behind them,
He chuckled softly.
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