Li He glared at Su Bai,
Su Bai's originally sharp gaze became more and more gentle,
Even..,
With a little timidity,
Yes..,
Timidity..,
When this kind of gaze appeared on a mental patient, it was obviously very abnormal. Su Bai's hand was also trembling. His finger, which was about to pull the trigger, became extremely weak at this moment, as if he could not press it no matter how hard he tried.
In the end, Su Bai seemed to be slowly drained of all his energy, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.
However, when his aura seemed to have fallen to the bottom, Su Bai suddenly gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar,
"Bang!"
The gun fired.
[Hidden main quest] completed, return to the real world.
Reward 1: Restore everything (including the equipment brought into the story world) PS: Only restore the equipment exchanged from the micro store.
Reward 2: 300 story points reward.
Reward 3: Can enter the previously entered story world once. Time: 3 hours.
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Qinhuangdao was a coastal city. Unlike the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta which were also coastal cities, Qinhuangdao's urban construction and economy were naturally different from the former two. However, it naturally retained many of the features that should belong to a coastal city. Therefore, Qinhuangdao became a good place for tourism.
At night, the wind here carried a hint of saltiness and humidity. The temperature difference between day and night was relatively obvious. Su Bai was walking alone on the beach of Qinhuangdao, wrapped in a thin coat.
This could be considered a small district, and there was a dock next to the district. The dock was not very big, and it was not even on the same level as the docks in Shanghai, which were located at the mouth of the Yangtze River. However, it was also because of this that it could not really disturb the tranquility of this beach.
This was not a special scenic area like Lao Longtou. This was a city area. It was already extremely valuable to be able to preserve the tranquility of the sea and the beach here.
Beside Su Bai, a young mother was playing on the beach with her child. The little boy was holding a small plastic shovel and a plastic bucket in his hand and kept digging the sand.
The mother squatted at the side and looked after her child. She did not notice that the back of her pants and shirt had already been exposed.
Fortunately, Su Bai was walking behind her. Fortunately, Su Bai could not hold that kind of thought in his heart at this time.
It was a long distance to fly from Shanghai to Beijing and then take the high-speed train to Qinhuangdao. With Su Bai's current physique and physical condition, he did not feel tired.
However, at this moment, his figure appeared extremely desolate.
Su Bai was not the high-spirited type, but he was also far from being depressed. His current state was already an extremely rare fragment in his life.
He squatted down on the beach and lit a cigarette. Facing the sea, he blew out smoke rings in loneliness. Suddenly, a cliché phrase popped into his mind: I'm not smoking; I'm just feeling lonely.
Su Bai.
He was really lonely.
The monk was much later than scheduled. He did not wear a kasaya, but a yellow kung fu robe. His entire person looked very delicate. He did not look very old, only about 27 or 28 years old. However, he had always liked to wear a kasaya in the past, so he looked a little serious, causing people to unconsciously think of his age as high.
The monk walked to Su Bai's side and did not say anything.
Su Bai shook off the cigarette ash and simply sat on the beach. This beach had man-made traces. After all, this was a city, and there were tall buildings a hundred meters away. It was naturally impossible to have a natural landscape, but in fact, sometimes a natural landscape was not as comfortable and pleasant as a slightly man-made one.
"Monk, I came to talk to you." Su Bai threw the cigarette butt into the sea. The Dead Sea did not care about the warning sign next to it prohibiting littering.
"Poor Monk knows." The monk also sat cross-legged.
The two men faced the sea and sat on the beach.
"I used to... How should I put it, I didn't like you."
The monk did not say anything.
"Because you are too shrewd. You can scheme against anyone, and you are scheming against everyone. When I'm with you, no matter what I do, it's quite boring." Su Bai spread his hands and placed them on the beach. The sand was very soft, and there was still some warmth. "I don't like this. I always feel that sometimes, it's better to be a little more simple and pure."
"Poor Monk understands that you actually carry that kind of violent gene in your bones."
Su Bai nodded. "I'm sick. Really, mentally ill. If I hadn't encountered the terrorist broadcast, to be honest, I reckon that I would have become the most wanted criminal in two years. I might have been caught and sentenced in court live. I might also have had to go into exile abroad, or even go to places like Africa or the Middle East."
"What happened?"
Su Bai was silent for a while, then told the monk about his experience in the previous story world. When there were no entanglements of interest, the monk could still be relied on. It seemed that he could only talk to the monk about his inner thoughts now. After all, they were considered desperadoes on the same boat.
Moreover, there were very few people in this world that Su Bai could talk to.
Perhaps he did not feel it in the past, but one day, when he suddenly woke up, the loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world could really make one's heart tremble.
After listening to Su Bai's narration, the monk pondered for a while and said, "Poor Monk thinks that this story world is very interesting. It also reflects the changes after the terrorist broadcast stopped broadcasting for three months. I reckon that Poor Monk will soon welcome my next story world. With your experience and feelings as a foundation, I will have some preparation and thoughts. Poor Monk owes you a favor."
"Go to hell, I didn't come to you for your worthless favor. You're just a piece of trash who can screw over anyone. I don't dare to ask you for the favor you owe me. I'm afraid that you'll screw me to death, and then stand in front of my grave and say, 'I owe you an even bigger favor this time.'"
The monk did not mind Su Bai's mockery. In fact, the monk's self-restraint was very high. Back then, when Su Bai flipped the table to protect the child in Fox's belly, the monk actually watched everything happen in silence. He did not even curse once.
From this point of view, whether it was the monk, Gyatso, or Fatso, they seemed to have an advantage over Su Bai. They could really sit together and chat after scamming each other and continue to discuss the next step. However, Su Bai could not. Su Bai's patience was sometimes really low. Moreover, his condition of having a relapse from time to time was really not suitable for a team that needed to be on guard against each other.
"In the end, you still fired the gun," the monk said slowly. "This proves that in your heart, you actually love yourself more."
"Nonsense." Su Bai grabbed a handful of sand and scattered it in front of him.
"This is human nature. He is your friend, not your parents or family. There is no friendship between the two of you that has been through life and death. You just played together since young and have a good relationship. That's all.
When faced with such interpersonal relationships, it is understandable that you chose to fire the gun to protect yourself at the critical moment.
I believe that if it was your relative, your immediate family member, or someone who had risked his life to save you, with your personality, you would probably rather die than shoot him.
Moreover, he is not really him. Of course, your point is not whether he is really him or not. Your point is that the Poor Monk knows that you fired the gun at your friend. "
Su Bai clapped his hands and was not in a hurry to speak.
The monk continued, "Actually, for us, it is a very necessary thing to cut off interpersonal relationships with the real world. Really, you actually have an advantage in this aspect. Sorry, what I'm going to say next might be a little taboo.
"Su Bai, your parents died when you were a child, so your mind is more mature than ordinary people. You are even more carefree, have no pressure to survive, and have no goals to strive for. You have a lot of money, so you have very little pressure. Even after losing your parents, you have lived alone for more than ten years and nearly twenty years. This kind of living state has determined your character and many of your psychological habits." Su Bai thought.
In the story world, you will often encounter checkpoints that test the listener's temperament. Compared to ordinary listeners, you often have a greater advantage.
You are still blaming yourself for that shot, feeling that you have lost a friend, feeling that you have betrayed a friend, feeling that you have let a friend down. In fact, these are the same as the afterglow of the setting sun, your final pretentiousness. "
At this moment, the monk stood up and stretched out his hand to pat Su Bai's shoulder. Then, he said in disappointment, "One day, you will become exactly the same as the Poor Monk. You will become like the Poor Monk, a person that you originally hated.
That's because this is the kind of people that the terrorist broadcasts want. Most of the people who aren't this kind of people are dead. "
After saying that, the monk put his palms together and formed a lotus shape. He recited a section of the Meditation Mantra to Su Bai.
Su Bai opened up his mind and allowed the monk to influence his mind. In the end, Su Bai slowly closed his eyes and laid down on the soft beach.
Monk turned around and left directly. His business on Qinhuangdao was not over yet, and he had to end it before his next story. He had taken some time to talk to Su Bai for a while and give him a mental massage. This was already considered a favor to Su Bai for bringing back several disabled people from the top of the mountain in the story world last time.
Su Bai slept until dawn the next day. The first rays of the morning sun shone on Su Bai's body, giving him a warm feeling. The cold from sleeping on the beach had also been dispelled.
Su Bai took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Chu Zhao's number. The other party picked up very slowly.
"Hello … Su Bai … You're finally willing to call me … Cough …"
Chu Zhao was still drinking. It was obvious that he had been drinking the whole night.
"Drink less. It's bad for your body," Su Bai said.
"Cut the crap. You owe me an explanation. Quick, quick …"
"I don't owe you anything." Su Bai's gaze gradually calmed down.
Although in the previous story world, Su Bai had shot a ghost that looked exactly like Chu Zhao, it was still a ghost.
However, at the moment of shooting, Su Bai could not deceive himself. At that time, he really thought that the man was Chu Zhao and shot him to death because Li He's reaction was too abnormal at that time. Obviously, the terrorist broadcast had changed the ghost named Chu Zhao, which also thought that he was Chu Zhao.
For example, Li He actually said, "Su Bai, I'm Chu Zhao." But from Su Bai's point of view, it was, "Come on, hurry up and kill me."
In fact, Su Bai knew this in his heart at that time.
He hung up the phone. At the same time, he felt a little melancholy. After returning to the real world, Su Bai contacted Chu Zhao, but he couldn't contact Xun Er. She seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Even the embassy and the country did not respond or notice this.
Of course, Su Bai knew what this meant. This was a mission to return to the real world in batches. Su Bai could only hope that Xun Er would go in as an experiencer. As long as she endured, in the end, according to the habit of the terrorist broadcast, she shouldn't deliberately make things difficult for the experiencer.
"Damn, you hung up on me again …"
In the bedroom, Chu Zhao was lying in a circle of wine bottles. He threw his phone away hatefully. The phone fell to the floor and made a crisp sound. The phone screen was broken.
However, the phone rang at this time.
"Welcome to the terrorist broadcast. I am the host of the program. I have no name because, in this place, names have no meaning at all …"
"Damn it … what the hell …" Chu Zhao burped and shouted.
