Su Bai sat on the floor tiles and looked down at the situation below. Separated by a thin line, the perspective was constantly moving. It was like the perspective of a movie projector. It could choose the appropriate angle and plot to fully present what was happening below. At the very least, it allowed Su Bai to see the main plot of what was happening below.
At first, Su Bai was a little surprised. But slowly, Su Bai came to understand that this was actually … the perspective of a broadcast!
His position and the scene he was seeing were all from a broadcast point of view!
Generally speaking, any narrative medium, as long as it was conveyed to people, be it words, oral narration, or other means, was a way of imagining the scene in the human mind.
The idea was to make the so-called plot and scenes automatically appear in the human mind as the narrative was narrated. Then, through the intermittent scenes, it would connect to the most intuitive plot mode similar to watching a movie. It was like when a person was reading a book, there was actually a complete picture in their mind. They were looking at the words, but in fact, what appeared in their mind was the entire plot of the scene.
"Is this the kind of storytelling that broadcasts strive for?"
Su Bai reached out and rubbed his chin. He had been here for almost a day, and his stubble had grown. But now was not the time to think about his personal appearance.
As Kangxi fell, among the eight doors, one door was still open, one door collapsed into a line, or picture, and the other six doors slowly closed.
Su Bai tried to smash them open, but he couldn't.
Maybe he would have to wait for the next time for the doors to open again. However, Su Bai still had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He felt that the appearance of Kangxi as a zombie did not simply fit with the fact that the story of Mr. Zombie was set in the Qing Dynasty.
There seemed to be a hidden line that he hadn't discovered yet.
Perhaps, he would have to wait until another door was opened and something else walked out before he could find the pattern. In short, Su Bai did not believe that the broadcast put him here just to watch a movie. Everything that the broadcast did had a purpose and a plan. If you couldn't see it, it didn't mean that the broadcast didn't have a plan, but that you weren't smart enough. Perhaps, as time passed and things developed, you would realize that this was the purpose of the broadcast.
While thinking about this, Su Bai continued to look at the scene in front of him. He did not dare to reach out and touch it. If something happened, he might fall down like Kangxi. Not to mention whether his skin was as thick as Kangxi's and whether he could still hold his breath after falling down, even if he could hold his breath, what could he do to help Xun Er down there?
It's very likely that I'll become a burden. Even if I get involved, I won't be of any help. This isn't a bitter love drama, and the broadcasters will probably scoff at such a bitter love drama. If I dare to do so, the broadcasters will instead pursue the so-called story effect and kill these two lovers who are "crazy for love", "willing to do anything", and "born in different times and die in the same grave" together. Since you guys are so in love, then let's just die together.
However, there was one thing that Su Bai was a little surprised about.
"How did Chu Zhao also enter this story world?"
Su Bai remembered that in the picture, Chu Zhao had first called him to tell him that something had happened to Xun Er. Then, because Su Bai had been seriously injured because of the Fang family's matter, it was inconvenient for him to move around. Chu Zhao had come to the detective agency to pick up Su Bai, and the two of them had gone to the cemetery together to see Xun Er's tombstone.
Chu Zhao had said on the spot that he had entered a story world earlier than Xun Er, and that Xun Er had entered the story world after him. This meant that the two of them were actually not in the same story world, but now, the two of them were clearly in the same story world!
Su Bai's eyes narrowed. He knew that in the foresight of the picture scroll, the environment that Su Bai had been in at the beginning should not have happened later. The picture scroll was actually a seamless connection, woven according to his own environment at that time.
However, some information should be real, such as where Xun Er's tombstone was, and what Chu Zhao had said should be in the future picture.
This meant that there were two possibilities.
First, the future should have been changed. Xun Er and Chu Zhao were originally not in the same story world, but now they had entered the same story world. This also meant that Su Bai could have used his own efforts to save Xun Er's life. After all, the future had already changed, and the foresight had also been wrong. Why couldn't it be a little more wrong? What if it changed a little more? What he was most afraid of was that everything could not be changed!
There was another possibility, and that was that Chu Zhao had lied. Why did he lie? Why did he lie to Su Bai when he had clearly entered the same story world with Xun Er?
Lying meant that he had to hide something. It meant that he had a guilty conscience. What was he hiding? What was he feeling guilty about? What was he hiding?
Could it be that Xun Er's death was actually related to him?
Su Bai's left hand clenched tightly. In fact, Su Bai still believed in the latter possibility. This was in line with the aesthetics of the broadcast, and this was in line with the aesthetics of foresight. However, if Xun Er's death was because of Chu Zhao, then it would be too ironic.
Could it be that the broadcast had to take out the so-called friendship, childhood friends, relationships, and trust between the listeners and crush it, cutting it up and coldly placing it in front of the listener before it would be satisfied and interesting?
…
"Strangers keep away, old friends return home!"
An old man in a black and white robe shook a bell as he herded his corpses into the inn.
The inn owner and the waiter had been waiting for a long time. This was the path that the corpse drivers had to take, and they often stopped here to rest. In fact, the business of this deserted village mostly depended on the corpse drivers. It was rare for seven foreign guests to suddenly come and stay in one day like today.
The inn owner had a long face, and his face had the shrewdness of a businessman. To be able to take advantage of the business opportunities of the corpse drivers, he was indeed a bold and careful person. After all, although the corpse drivers did terrible things, they did not lack money.
Accommodating a corpse driver wouldn't earn a lot of money, but every time the corpse driver brought back corpses, the fees for settling down, candles, and incense were all quite a bit of income.
"The guest rooms have been arranged, but I have to trouble you today. The guest rooms on the second floor are all occupied, so I have to let you stay in my usual room." The inn owner apologized to the old man.
The old man cupped his hands. He did not really care about the environment of his accommodation. As a corpse driver, it was common for them to eat and sleep in the open, and even ghosts and other filthy things. The old man asked curiously, "Are there many people in the same line today?"
"It's not like that. There are seven foreign guests today. Although they came in the same line, they refused to condescend to stay together, so they booked all seven guest rooms upstairs." The inn owner explained.
"Oh, it's a rare thing to have so many foreign guests. Forget it, serve the candles, paper money, water, and ash well. Do it according to the old rules. I, as a living person, can do whatever I want, but for those who have already passed, you have to be more serious." The master instructed.
"Look at who you are, Master. Do you think I don't know these rules? Don't worry, everything is ready. When the time comes, I will personally burn incense and burn paper money for these uncles. I guarantee that they will be served comfortably. "
"Alright, then we will follow the old rules. I will hand them over and pay the bill on the way back."
"Alright, let's follow the old rules. Master, please invite these uncles inside. It looks like it is going to rain in the second half of the night. We can't let these uncles get wet."
The master nodded and rang the bell. "Let's go!"
Thirteen corpses dressed in Manchurian official robes jumped into the inn in an orderly manner.
"I will go take a bath first. You can send dinner over later." The master said to the inn owner and went straight to his room.
The inn owner and the waiter seized the time to get busy. Sometimes, serving the dead was more troublesome than serving the living.
… …
"The bell." When she heard the bell coming from downstairs, Xun Er, who was in a light sleep, immediately opened her eyes.
At this time, Chu Zhao walked into the room from the balcony. Looking at the already awake Xun Er, he said, "It's the corpse driver. I saw an old man ringing the bell and bringing more than ten corpses here."
"Is the plot finally starting?" Xun Er frowned. "Let's go out and take a look first."
"I'm afraid of alerting the enemy." Chu Zhao said worriedly.
"If you don't go look, will the other five be able to hold back?" Xun Er smiled. "If it's a blessing, it's not a curse. If it's a curse, it can't be avoided. I have seen a lot of Hong Kong zombie movies. Getting some information in advance is often very useful in later survival."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Chu Zhao and Xun Er carefully opened the door to the room and stood by the wooden railing on the second floor.
Around them, there were five people, three men and two women. They also came out of their respective rooms and looked down cautiously.
Below, there were square tables and chairs for eating.
At this time.
Thirteen corpses dressed in Manchurian official robes were sitting on each side of the square tables. There were four tables in total. Three of the tables were full, and the other table was only occupied by one person.
On the square tables in front of them, there was an incense burner. It was full of incense and candles. Under the square tables, there was a brazier with paper money inside that had not been burned out.
The waiter walked out with a bowl filled with ashes. As he gently scattered the ashes, he said with a slightly creepy tone,
"Gentlemen, we serve you well in our inn. Gentlemen, please do a good deed and spend the night here peacefully. Tomorrow, you can return to your hometown early and rest in peace."
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