Chapter 839

Nanjing was not far from Shanghai. It would take less than two hours to get there by high-speed rail. What surprised Fatso was that Ning Cheng did not have a special car to pick him up. Instead, he chose to take public transportation. Fatso could not see through this guy who was planning to set off firecrackers for Dr. Sun Yat-sen's mausoleum. Even though Fatso was famous for his social skills, he was considered a "social butterfly" in the audience circle.

Perhaps only a rich person could truly understand the thoughts of a rich person.

Fatso could not help but look at Su Bai, who was sitting next to him.

Fatty knew his own business. The communication in the audience circle was very "pure". It depended on one's strength, artifacts, and interests. It was primitive and pure. It was like a market in a slave society. There were no twists and turns. If an open exchange did not work, then they would think of a way to trick the other party into giving them the item.

Before he became a listener, Fatso was actually a small supermarket owner. He usually worked part-time as a Taoist priest in the countryside. Although his life was enjoyable, it had nothing to do with the upper class.

Therefore, perhaps there were some thoughts that belonged to a local tycoon, which was something that a loser like him could not understand.

Realizing that Fatso was looking at him, Su Bai closed the newspaper in his hand.

"What's up?"

Fatso shook his head, lowered his chair, and lay down. However, it was quiet for less than two minutes. Fatso said,

"Da Bai, if the f * cking Japanese really left something in there, even if we have three heads and six arms, we won't be able to fight against the real epidemic and biochemical troops. If something really leaked out and spread out because of us, causing people to die, the consequences will be on our heads."

"This is a realistic mission." Su Bai reminded him, "The broadcast asked us to properly solve the hidden dangers in the research institute. From the answer, it already shows that there should be something in the research institute, and it may cause a great impact. Otherwise, the broadcast would not have assigned us this mission.

Moreover, if it was just a simple possibility of a bacterial leak, according to the character of the radio station, it would be too lazy to care about it. In ancient times, during the founding of the People's Republic of China, a bacterial leak might cause a great impact. However, Nanjing was not a mountainous area. It was in Jiangsu Province. If a suspected bacterial leak was found, the state's forces could arrive here as quickly as possible to deal with the aftermath. It was basically impossible to have such a large impact and coverage.

If it was only something that the secular government could solve and deal with, the broadcast would not have issued us this realistic mission. Therefore, the thing in the research institute may only be solved by the listeners.

In any case, our mission is to get rid of that thing. As for the bacteria leakage that you're worried about, I'm sure the radio station has already taken care of it. Even if someone dies, it won't be blamed on us. Our mission is to block the aorta. If the remaining tributaries burst, destroying houses and drowning people, for us, it'll be considered a meritorious service to the radio station. "

In fact, there was one more thing that Su Bai did not say. Did the broadcast really treat human lives as human lives?

Back then, Lychee wiped out a city alone, but didn't Lychee still survive?

Moreover, if the broadcast really wanted to create a peaceful and beautiful world, how could there still be war in this world? Wouldn't it be better to just let the world enter the Great Harmony and enter a communist society?

In fact, Su Bai had some understanding of the degree of the broadcast. That was, people could die. No matter how many people died in war, it was not a problem. They could die if they wanted to, and it did not matter how many died.

However, if they were killed by ghosts or dark creatures, the broadcast would immediately send listeners to solve it. The real world, according to the broadcast's story world, should belong to the medium technology plane, or even a little lower. Therefore, the power attribute that should not appear in this world and caused damage, the broadcast had to use the power of the listeners to solve it.

Fatso yawned, feeling a little bored. He really did not want to make this trip, and he could not be bothered to protect Su Bai anymore. If this guy wanted to court death, then so be it. If he wanted to act up, then so be it. The monk was right. Being with this guy really reduced one's lifespan. However, the broadcast had already issued the mission, so there was no place for him to hide even if he wanted to. Therefore, Fatso's heart was like a resentful wife. The resentment was so thick that water was about to drip out.

But fortunately,

Fatso turned around and looked at the two sitting behind him. He felt a little more comfortable in his heart. The reason why the broadcast issued the mission to him should be that he and Su Bai happened to bump into this matter. Since Ning Cheng had already told him the ins and outs of the matter, the broadcast probably pushed the boat with the current and selected him and Su Bai. As for the two monks sitting behind him, they were pulled into this group by Fatso and Su Bai.

The broadcast did not issue a mission to the monk and Gyatso, but the listeners who received the mission could form their own teams and invite others to participate. Although the favorability and rewards obtained would definitely be diluted, the risk would definitely be reduced.

Fortunately, the four of them were currently living in Old Fang's house. So for the matter of the mission, two of them received it. The others were really embarrassed to just stand by and watch. Wasn't the "friendship" between the listeners established in this way?

Gyatso did as the Romans do. When in Rome, he wore a black down jacket and casual pants. The monk was much more free. He still wore a kasaya, but changed to a less conspicuous color. This was because Gyatso's kasaya was too eye-catching. When he passed through the train security check, he would probably be taken care of by the security guards and the police. The people around him would also look at Gyatso with colored glasses.

Fatso was also clear about this point. He lived in Chengdu all year round. Sichuan was close to the Tibetan area. The locals were almost used to the monks that could be seen everywhere on the streets. But when tourists from other places saw them, they would still have an instinctive fear.

After reading the newspaper for a while, or taking a nap, the train arrived at Nanjing Station. Following the flow of people, they slowly got off the train. Ning Cheng, who got off first, "obediently" stood in the aisle and waited for Su Bai and the others. He was indeed very sensible, or perhaps he did not have any absolute benefit to drive him. Plus, he did not have long to live, so he was too lazy to calculate and fight for anything.

With only his last and only obsession left, he seemed to be very free and at ease.

Even after getting off the train and leaving the station, there was still no special car to pick them up. Fatso had to call for two taxis to send the five of them to Purple Mountain.

Ning Cheng said that he wanted to pay his respects to Mr. Zhongshan first. Tyrant and Gyatso also agreed. Tyrant said that he wanted to pay his respects to Mr. Zhongshan first because he really had a complicated relationship with that party. It was reasonable for him to pay his respects to Mr. Zhongshan. Tyrant and Gyatso just felt that they were going to dig around in the mausoleum later. So, they wanted to pay their respects to Mr. Zhongshan first.

It was not that Tyrant and Gyatso had any psychological resistance to this kind of thing. First of all, they were not going to rob a tomb. They were going to the underground research institute. In fact, they would not be able to reach Zhongshan Mausoleum. Purple Mountain was not big, but it was not small.

Secondly, Fatso and Su Bai knew about the temperament of Gyatso and Tyrant. These two monks usually had a sanctimonious appearance, but they did not even frown when they committed murder, arson and grave robbing.

However, Mr. Zhongshan had been worshiped for almost 60 years. He had some connection with Gyatso and Gyatso himself. Buddhists were very particular about this. Therefore, Tyrant and Gyatso decided to pay their respects to Mr. Zhongshan. Although it was a different era now and there was not much fate left in Mr. Zhongshan's body, a centipede was still alive. After being worshiped for a long time, Mr. Zhongshan was almost like an ancient god. Even if some of his fate leaked out from under his fingernails, Su Bai and the other three were not sure if they could bear it.

They arrived at Purple Mountain at noon. After visiting Zhongshan Mausoleum, it was almost dusk. The five of them found a place to have dinner. At night, they came to the location. According to Ning Cheng, if they kept digging, they would definitely reach the underground research institute. However, this place was surrounded by construction sites. Obviously, the reconstruction project of Purple Mountain had already started, which was out of the expectation of Su Bai and the other three.

"Tyrant, I will use the Six Ding Six Armor Formation and ask the Immortal General to help us dig a hole. You can help me strengthen the formation. According to the location and depth that this guy said, we can probably reach the research institute by midnight."

"Amitabha. Your Taoism's Six Ding Six Armor Formation can make a lot of noise when you invite a lot of wooden paper dolls down. We are surrounded by construction sites. I don't know how many construction workers and workers are sleeping in the temporary dormitories nearby. Are you trying to wake them up?"

"Fuck, okay, okay, I don't want to waste my time. Tyrant, you do it. I know Buddhism also has the ability to invite Vajra Protectors. You do it and I will keep watch. I will set up an isolation formation for you. You keep digging, keep digging."

Unexpectedly, Fatso and Tyrant were quarreling in a low voice. Su Bai and Gyatso, who were standing on the side, looked at each other and said nothing. They were good at close combat but did not know about formations. Therefore, they could not help at this time. The underground research institute should be very deep. When the Japanese retreated, they had sealed the entrance and exit. Therefore, they could only dig a hole in this way and use the function of the formation. They could not ask Su Bai and Gyatso to dig directly with a big shovel. Although they both had strong physical strength, the efficiency was too low.

Ning Cheng, who had been talking on the phone, suddenly came over and stood beside Su Bai. He asked with some doubt, "What are your two friends arguing about?"

"They are arguing about how to dig a hole." Su Bai replied.

"Dig a hole?" Ning Cheng did not understand.

At this moment, the surrounding construction site suddenly became noisy. The sound of excavators and earth trucks' engines also sounded. Teams of workers came out of the prefab dormitory. The whole construction site suddenly "came to life" in the night.

Fatso was immediately dumbfounded. "Fuck, what the hell are they doing? They are actually working in the middle of the night?"

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the quiet construction site in the middle of the night to secretly dig into the underground research institute and solve the problem. Now, there was no way he could do that.

"Let them dig. It should be very fast." Ning Cheng said very calmly, "When I heard that the Nanjing Municipal Government was ready to start this development project, I had already started preparing and the bidding was successful.

Well, this construction site is mine. The construction party and the foreman are all my trusted subordinates. Now, you can go and have a glass of wine with me. When they dig to the surface of the research institute, they will inform us. "

After Ning Cheng said these words, he turned around and walked to a prefab house opposite. It seemed that he really intended to have a taste of wine.

Fatso clapped his hands and squinted his eyes. He whispered to the few people around him, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with this guy? He arranged it so carefully. Is it really just to light a firecracker and listen to the sound?"