Chapter 837

Su Bai could understand Ning Cheng's hysteria.

He was a vampire who had lived for nearly a hundred years. He had fought against the Japanese, fought in the civil war, and later moved to Taiwan and the United States.

What had he not seen?

What had he not encountered?

Even if a person was stupid, after living for so long and witnessing so many big events, his thoughts and thinking pattern had long been beyond the limits of many people's thinking.

If what Ning Cheng said was true, when the major powers were caught in the quagmire of World War II, they actually "cooperated sincerely" and "conducted joint research" in that research institute. Then it was no wonder that Ning Cheng did not have a sense of trust in the so-called regime.

In fact, this was also something that everyone could imagine. That research institute, for Ning Cheng, was his family's nightmare. It even carried the burden of countless China people's sorrow. It was like a poppy flower, it bloomed beautifully, but the fruit it bore was even more terrible. No regime would be willing to give it up, even if it was against human morality, even if the research results were truly anti-human.

Just like elementary school students knew the horror of nuclear bombs and the threat to the earth and humanity, but the five major countries were still wholeheartedly researching intercontinental missiles to maximize the deterrent and strike power of nuclear bombs.

For the country, there was no right or wrong in the eyes of ordinary people.

But for Ning Cheng, the fruit of that flower was watered with the lives of his family and the blood of countless people. He hated that fruit to the bone, he hated it thoroughly. Either this fruit was buried deep under Purple Golden Mountain, it did not matter to him, in any case, he only had half a year left to live, but this fruit was about to be dug out, reused and researched, this was tantamount to tearing Ning Cheng's reverse scale.

Talking about collective interests, talking about national interests, talking about the overall situation, talking about selfless dedication, talking about what to believe and what to trust and what to listen to, was completely useless to Ning Cheng. Moreover, in this world, no one could see more clearly than him, see more thoroughly, because he was originally a witness of that era, and even a participant.

"Then you told us about this matter, meaning that you would rather this fruit be picked by the two of us than give it to the government?" Fatso asked.

Ning Cheng also sat down at this time and pulled out the glass pieces inserted in his palm one by one. The dense wounds on his palm also began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his face became a little pale. If there was no accident, the thief tied behind Chang Kaishen's portrait would definitely be bled by Ning Cheng again.

"In the past, when I was in the West, it's not like I haven't met people like you." Ning Cheng said such words.

Obviously, he had been in contact with Western audiences.

This was very normal. For a person like Ning Cheng, walking on the road, being discovered by a powerful audience was equivalent to a beautiful girl in the dark with a big lantern, the attraction was amazing. Even Su Bai was "attracted" at first sight when he saw Ning Cheng. His mind immediately came up with ideas on how to use the bloodline in the other party. Not to mention that there should be more vampire enhanced audiences in the Western circle. Ning Cheng was really lucky not to be caught by the audience there when he was wandering in the West.

Of course, perhaps it was also because Ning Cheng himself had been hiding himself. After all, he would not age, so it was difficult for him to have a fixed identity. In addition, the audience class was originally a kind of pyramid structure. Those who could see through Ning Cheng at a glance, even if they were not senior audiences, should not be far from it. This level of audience, whether in the East or the West, were not many, unlike the low level audience, the cannon fodder class, which was relatively large, so it also reduced the probability of Ning Cheng being discovered.

"You people live in society, but I can't grasp the slightest trace of your existence. I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you appeared, but I know that you do not belong to any organization. You are all single individuals. That thing, I would rather fall into your hands."

"Damn, you actually have such a high awareness. This Fat Grandpa still has a lot of radios at home. Do you want to go back with me tonight to watch the little goldfish and listen to the radio?"

Fatso actually teased at this time.

In fact, Fatso also had a deeper meaning. Su Bai had said that Ning Cheng also admitted that he only had half a year left to live. In other words, he would die soon. Was there any way to prolong his life?

Yes, of course, there was a way to become an audience!

He had never heard of an audience that was worried about dying of old age.

Hearing Fatso's seemingly joking and probing words, Su Bai's aura suddenly turned cold.

Fatso immediately noticed it. At the same time, with Su Bai's reminder, Fatso also knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Who could be an audience and who could not be an audience, was it something that a listener could decide?

If listeners could be consciously mass-produced, why hadn't others used it before?

Yes, generally speaking, if you changed the fate of an ordinary person, or changed their life and death, there was a high chance that they would be accepted as an audience by the radio. This was actually a balancing act of the radio, which minimized the influence of the listeners' activities in the real world.

Su Bai had only heard of it before. Generally, a person was unconsciously made into a listener, such as Chu Zhao and Xun Er. If not for him, Chu Zhao would have continued to be with that female ghost, and it would not have taken long for him to contract a serious illness and die. Perhaps because Xun Er had intervened too much in this matter at that time, she had also been accepted as a listener by the radio.

Su Bai had only heard of it before. Generally, it would unconsciously let a person become an audience, such as Chu Zhao and Xun Er. If not for Su Bai's intervention, and Chu Zhao continued to be with that female ghost, it was estimated that it would not take long for him to contract a serious illness and then die. Xun Er, perhaps because she had interfered too much in this matter, was also accepted as an audience by the radio.

"If you didn't meet us, can you tell me what your original plan was?" Su Bai asked very seriously.

Ning Cheng clenched his hands together, then suddenly loosened them, and his lips slightly opened.

He originally..,

Wanted to put there..,

To explode!

… …

After leaving Ning Cheng's home, Su Bai and Fatso walked out of the neighborhood. Fatso walked to the trunk, opened the trunk, and then reached in. He easily broke the neck of the cowboy who had been unconscious in the trunk.

Su Bai threw a rag to Fatso,

"Wipe it, don't spill blood on my car."

Fatty smiled and wiped his face, pretending to be serious. Then, he threw the rag in and sat in the front passenger seat.

The cowboy had already killed several ordinary people. If Fatso killed him, he would not provoke any karma, but would instead accumulate good karma. Naturally, he did not feel any pressure at all. Moreover, with the appearance of Ning Cheng, the main character, the cowboy basically had no value. He could not let him go, so killing him was the most straightforward way.

As Su Bai was about to start the car, Fatso took out a cigarette and said, "Do you think he really planned to blow up the research institute? Even if he is a vampire, he doesn't have that kind of ability. "

In China, the control of firearms was very strict, not to mention explosives.

"Don't underestimate the ability of a person who has lived for a hundred years. Do you really think that he has been lying in a coffin and hibernating for the past hundred years?"

When Fatso heard this, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Yes, a person who has lived for a hundred years without changing his youth, experienced the War of Resistance, the Civil War, and many other major events later on. Just by casually playing around, casually operating, he should be able to pull out his own forces. Moreover, Ning Cheng does not seem like the kind of person who likes peace and quiet. Fatso had seen it with his own eyes. In that old residential area, although the decoration looked very tacky, but the price was definitely not cheap.

That military uniform was fake, but some of the furnishings inside, even the small steps, were all real gold and silver. Roughly speaking, the decoration of that house was at least more than five million yuan.

And this was just a residence that Ning Cheng had arranged in advance before he decided to return to China in a hurry.

In Fatso's view, Ning Cheng's level of wealth was estimated to be on par with Da Bai before he became the God of Wealth.

Such a person, in any case, knew that he would not be able to live for long. In the end, even if he took out all his business, opened up his connections, cleared up the environment, and set off a big firecracker in Purple Mountain, it was really not a difficult thing.

"Then, is he not afraid that if he casually blew up the underground research institute, it would cause some poisonous gas or virus to leak?"

Su Bai smiled and looked at Fatso, "Fatso, to be honest, do you still see yourself as an ordinary person?"

Fatso was silent for a moment, and then shook his head.

"A guy whose whole family died tragically, lived for a hundred years, and has no children, from time to time has to drink human blood, and also knows that he will not live for long. Such a person, how can he still see himself as an ordinary human?

In his heart, he does not have any thoughts of hurting the innocent. "

Ning Cheng was a paranoid person, and in some ways, he was a bit similar to Su Bai.

What does the life and death of others have to do with me?

"Then, are we really going to go to Purple Mountain like he said?

Although Nanjing is quite close to Shanghai, but I still feel a bit unsure in my heart. After all, with Lin Zhou as an example, what if it is another damn trap? "

Su Bai, of course, knew Fatso's thoughts. Fatso really did not seem to be timid and unbearable. What he showed before was actually just a kind of paving, paving the way for him not to go to Purple Mountain;

Because Fatso knew that in the research institute, there might be something, but there might not be anything. God knows if the Japanese had cleaned it up when they closed it?

Even if there really was something, it would be related to vampires. Su Bai was a vampire, so he could benefit from it. What benefit would Fatso, who was a Taoist priest, get?

In addition, Fatso had already gone to Qinhuangdao with Su Bai last time, which made Su Bai owe him a big favor. Before the last favor was repaid, Fatso really did not intend to continue to toss around with Su Bai;

Even blood brothers had to settle accounts, not to mention the audience. In Fatso's view, he could not always help Su Bai, right? He was not Su Bai's little brother;

However, before Su Bai could open his mouth, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the car that had just started suddenly stopped.

Su Bai grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and his face showed a painful expression. Fatso, who was next to him, suddenly grabbed the clothes on his chest, and began to have difficulty breathing.

"Audience friends,

I will now announce the reality mission … "

"Damn it …" Fatso cursed, he wanted to cry.