Chapter 843

"Amitabha, this is a realistic mission. He shouldn't have any other thoughts." The monk walked over at this time, his face showing a touch of understanding.

Su Bai didn't know how long the radio station had existed, but it should be a lot longer than WeChat. That was for sure. However, the history of the radio station was actually very long. Perhaps, the listeners in the past did not use WeChat to communicate with the radio station, but had other ways.

For so many years, the radio station had wantonly played with its listeners, making them struggle for the so-called story of the radio station. Naturally, the listeners would also constantly study the radio. The adaptability and learning ability of humans were vividly reflected in this aspect.

The monk paused for a moment, then explained, "He knows of our existence, knows of our abilities, and even participated in this story with us. In any case, this would be impossible under normal circumstances. The radio station didn't erase his memory, didn't make him leave through various accidents, but acquiesced to allow him to continue doing what he originally wanted to do. There must be a reason for this.

However, there is one thing we can be sure of. Ning Cheng is not a listener.

The Poor Monk believed that perhaps it wasn't that the radio station didn't want to accept him as a listener. After all, Ning Cheng's bloodline, or even his existence, was originally a kind of destruction to the 'harmony' of the real world. It could be considered as an unbearable unstable factor for the radio station. However, he could continue to live as an ordinary person, and in the same group as the four of us listeners.

The radio station had a comprehensive monitoring of any listener. The incident with the blood corpse had fully demonstrated this point. Therefore, it was impossible for Ning Cheng to escape the eyes of the radio station. He wasn't a blood corpse, and he wasn't even qualified to be compared with the blood corpse in Shaanxi.

Therefore, there was only one reason left, and it was also the reason that the Poor Monk thought was the most suitable.

Ning Cheng was really wholeheartedly waiting for the end of his life to quietly die. These 100 years of life might be more like a kind of torture for him. He should have been very low-key in Taiwan, Europe, and the United States, so he didn't touch the bottom line of the radio station. Otherwise, the radio station could have just given the European listeners a mission to get rid of Ning Cheng, and it would have been a piece of cake.

In this matter, Ning Cheng might really not have any selfish motives. It might be difficult for us to understand or even agree with him. However, he, who was originally waiting for death in peace, was probably stimulated by the development project, so he came to the front of the screen again, ready to tear his reverse scale with his own hands.

And his mentality of not using the hands of the government, and not willing to let the government and the things that might exist in the research institute come into contact with the secular world is actually consistent with the requirements of the real world's harmony and stability that the radio station has been maintaining.

All kinds of coincidences, all kinds of walking on a tightrope, may be the real reason why he can still stand in front of us now. Because the radio station might also know that by forcing him to become a listener and let him enter the world of the story, he might really not struggle for his own life, or even resist. He might be willing to die and willingly end his own life. "

At this point, the monk's gaze swept across Su Bai, Fatso, and Gyatso one by one.

"And the story that the radio station pursues can only be completed by people like us who don't want to die, who don't want to die, and who want to live at all costs. He, Ning Cheng, doesn't meet the requirements of the radio station, but he didn't violate the radio station's rules.

Therefore, he can know about us, he can stand with us, and he can still appear here.

From this point of view, he shouldn't have any selfish motives, and we really don't need to guard against him. Our eyes should be focused on the underground research institute as much as possible. If it wasn't something tricky, the radio station wouldn't have directly given you two veteran listeners a mission in reality. "

"F * ck, you're good, monk. Bald donkeys are really good at talking. Did you use all your thoughts of serving Buddha to scheme against the radio station?"

The fat man patted the monk's shoulder, there was no sarcasm in his words, but rather a bit of sincere admiration. This monk, it seems that he really put all of his previous thoughts of worshipping Buddha into the ritual broadcast. Over and over again, with the help of the nature and rules of the broadcast, he was able to infer Ning Cheng's true mentality, it really was admirable.

"Then let's also go and take a break. We can make sure that he isn't another Lin Zhou with ulterior motives, so that we can also relax a little."

Su Bai also calmly walked towards the makeshift dormitory that Ning Cheng had entered.

"Did Da Bai already think of it?" Fatso muttered.

"The one who understands a pervert the most is often the other …" Gyatso said with a smile.

…

"I bought it in the supermarket outside, 35 yuan for a bottle of wine, do you mind?"

When Su Bai came in, Ning Cheng was pouring the wine with a very delicate cup, the bottom of the cup was inlaid with diamonds. Drinking this kind of wine with this kind of cup was really a waste of God's gift.

"Drink it, anyway, it won't kill you." Su Bai took a glass and took a sip. It was a sweet and sour grape-flavored liquid, but he knew that most of the juice drinks on the market now might not even have a little bit of squeezed juice in them. Chemical reagents could be blended to create this taste, and the cost was really pitifully low.

"About an hour." Ning Cheng looked at the time and said, "What about your friends, don't they want to come in for a drink?"

"They are watching from the outside." Su Bai leaned against the wall of the makeshift house, face to face with Ning Cheng, "It's better to be safe. In case any poisonous gas leaks during the construction, it would not be a good thing. With them watching from the side, we can eliminate this hidden danger."

"Really a good person with a good heart." Ning Cheng said noncommittally, his fingers gently tapping on the wine glass, "Below that, there should be something you want."

After listening to this, Su Bai did not respond, but put the wine glass aside, "I am very curious, how did the Japanese get a real vampire blood sample."

"From the British Royal Family." Ning Cheng replied, "I have also done some investigations over the years. These things, because of the participation of many countries, plus Japan made a deal with the United States after the war, the national court did not pursue the germ warfare. So in fact, it is very simple to find the people who participated in the germ warfare research, or at least to find their descendants."

Ning Cheng's fingers rubbed on his jade ring. It could be imagined that over the years, he must have spent a lot of time and effort to investigate that matter. World War II and the following 20 to 30 years, was an era of great changes. With Ning Cheng's original identity, coupled with his immortal physique, wanting to create his own underground financial group kingdom, was not a difficult thing to do.

But Su Bai's thoughts were not here. The purpose of many countries researching the development of vampire blood on the human body was self-evident. On the one hand, it was a desire to have powerful soldiers similar to vampires who could recover from injuries on their own. On the other hand, immortality was an irresistible temptation for the upper echelons of the Eastern and Western cultural circles.

However, this blatant violation of the established broadcasting rules was actually carried out by the state. In other words, at that time, the horror broadcast had not yet been broadcasted?

Perhaps, this was the only reason that could explain what had happened back then. Now, with the strict security of broadcasting and the fact that there was a group of god-like listeners, it was impossible for the five major countries to cross the line to conduct research and development in this area.

"How much of the blood sample do you think is left?"

This was the question that Su Bai was most concerned about.

According to Su Bai's idea, what the "black science" scientists in Japan and several other countries were doing was similar to the Hydra organization in "Captain America", and movies and literature reflected the social ideology of that era.

In ancient China, from the time when the first emperor sent Xu Fu to the east in search of the elixir of immortality, to the time when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who was skilled in both literary and military affairs, was bewitched by a few tricksters and necromancers using street tricks, to the time when there were all sorts of movies and literary works with the theme of super soldiers emerging one after another, all of which reflected the dissatisfaction and desire of humans towards the limitations of their own bodies. Compared to airplanes, cannons, nuclear bombs, and space stations, humans had always relied on external forces. The stronger the external forces, the more humans desired to improve themselves.

At that time, in the underground research institute, the scientists of the various countries should have diluted and processed blood samples, and then conducted various experiments on well-preserved corpses. But according to Ning Cheng, there were estimated to be tens of thousands of corpses used for experiments. How much blood samples would be left?

Was it enough for him to use?

This was the question that Su Bai was most worried about.

Ning Cheng's mouth revealed a meaningful smile. This smile was naturally seen by Su Bai. Suddenly, an idea emerged in Su Bai's mind. His figure directly disappeared, and directly grabbed Ning Cheng's neck and pressed him against the wall.

"What they took, was not a blood sample for research, right?!"

This was Su Bai's question.

Ning Cheng very frankly nodded.

Su Bai's face immediately became gloomy. At this time, he finally figured out why the radio station sent listeners to solve this matter. Moreover, they sent two senior listeners.

Because it was very likely that the so-called blood samples were not stored in this underground research institute.

If it was not a blood sample, then where did the blood used for experiments come from?

"In addition … …" Ning Cheng was choked by Su Bai, so his speech was not smooth, but he did not have the slightest fear, "This research institute was sealed and closed in 44 years."

44 years?

1944 years?

Japan only surrendered in 1945. Therefore, the reason why this research institute was closed was not because Japan had to stop the research after the surrender.

But there was.

Other reasons!