Fatso stood up shakily and heaved a long sigh of relief. His expression remained the same. This was indeed in line with Fatso's temperament. He was thick-skinned and black-bellied.
One second, he would call you brothers and wish that he could marry you, but the next second, he would twist your head off and kick it like a ball. Although Fatso had always been known as the "social butterfly of the audience", that was only among the audience of the same level. In fact, Fatso's reputation had always been bad among the audience. He was unscrupulous when he did things.
Of course, this also made Su Bai more clear-headed. Naturally, the monk and Gyatso were also clear-headed.
Perhaps, even the four of them knew that the friendship between listeners was very pure. To put it simply, they would work together when there were benefits, and when there were benefits, they would stab each other in the back.
However, no matter what, after going through so many things and even living under the same roof and spending time with each other, no matter how cold and selfish a person was, there would always be a little bit of extravagant hope in their hearts. They would always look forward to the existence of a little bit of the luxury called "friendship", even if it was just a little bit.
After all, humans were social animals. They would always feel lonely.
However, when Fatso suddenly showed the fact that he had already comprehended karma in front of the three of them, their hearts suddenly froze.
They did not look like fools, and it was impossible for them to be fools. Naturally, it was impossible for them to say that it was too late for regrets when he stabbed a dagger into their chests. The scene in front of them was enough to "wake them up".
Previously, after Su Bai told them about how he had survived the previous story, Fatso had once clearly reminded and advised Su Bai to stop comprehending karma and be careful not to kill himself. Before that, Su Bai and Fatso had actually talked about karma when they went to Qinhuang Island. Fatso also saw karma as a terrifying beast, indicating that he did not have the courage to touch it at all.
But now, who were they trying to fool?
Didn't you just comprehend karma? Do you need to be so scared now?
You previously swore to us not to comprehend karma, fearing that there would be a disaster. Yet, you are happily comprehending it behind our backs, and you don't even let us know!
Su Bai had personally experienced everything that had happened before Lan Lin committed suicide. That woman had relied on karma to plot against Yan Huihong, Thunderous Tower, and Su Bai. At that time, she had believed that the world was determined by karma. Even if Yan Huihong and Thunderous Tower were in the same batch as her and the three of them had a good relationship, she would do whatever she wanted in order to carry out the karma that she had seen.
Similarly, Su Bai was sure that Tyrant and Gyatso also knew how crazy those who thought that they could control karma were. Not to mention the so-called "friends" around them, they could even trick their parents and children at home. For example, when they "saw" that they could not save their son, or else they would be implicated in a lot of trouble in the future, they could only watch helplessly as their son was run over by a speeding car a few meters away from them.
In fact, at that time, he did not even need to use the power of the audience, nor did he need to worry that his son would become an audience. He only needed to stretch out his hand like an ordinary father, grab his son who was running around, and remind him to cross the road carefully. Then, his son would not have died.
This kind of thing was just that ridiculous and ridiculous.
Fatso turned around. He was definitely not in a good state of mind, but he also noticed that the gazes of Su Bai, Tyrant, and Gyatso had changed. This was also because the three of them did not intend to hide their thoughts. They were all smart people. Fatso knew that it was impossible for the three of them to not know what had happened to him.
Otherwise, if they couldn't even see this, the three of them would not be worthy of living under the same roof as him.
Su Bai sighed and walked forward. He first checked the facilities in the freezer and found that they had basically rusted due to years of disrepair. The big iron door could have been opened with a button, but now, the research institute definitely did not have the ability to generate electricity. Secondly, even if it could generate electricity, the button would probably be malfunctioning.
Grabbing one side of the iron door with both hands, Su Bai began to exert force. The iron door began to move slowly, making an ear-piercing squeaking sound.
Gyatso also walked over and grabbed the other side of the iron door with both hands, exerting force together with Su Bai.
Tyrant stood beside Fatso and asked, "Do you need Poor Monk to help you heal?"
Fatso shook his head, took out a few pills, and swallowed them. He knew that this page was considered to have turned over. Now that everyone had accepted the realistic mission, they would first complete the realistic mission.
As for the future …
Fatso also knew that in the future, of course, everyone could continue to eat and drink at Old Fang's house, watch TV, play cards, and drink tea together. However, it was estimated that it would be difficult for a few people to come out and do something like this again. At least, if Fatso wanted to participate, it would basically be very difficult.
The relationship between everyone was originally dancing on the tip of the knife, maintaining a superficial "intimacy". Now that you have created a cause and effect, God knows when you will go crazy and kill everyone.
Moreover, Fatso also understood that this kind of "madness", this kind of uncertainty, was even more intolerable to the audience than Da Bai's mental illness.
Tyrant once said that unless it was necessary, he would try his best not to participate in Su Bai's matters in the future. It was true that sometimes Su Bai's style of suddenly flipping the table made Tyrant very uncomfortable. However, as long as you did not deliberately trick him, deliberately provoke him, or deliberately plot against him, Su Bai would not go crazy and say that he would not stop until you die. At most, he would seek his own death, and would not be crazy enough to drag everyone to hell with him.
At this time, the iron door had been pulled open nearly three meters wide, which was enough for everyone to enter.
Fatso clapped his hands, and the will-o '-the-wisp split from two into six, drifting in and illuminating the situation inside.
"Phew …"
Su Bai could not help but let out a long sigh of relief. The scene in front of him could even completely wash away the previous matter with Fatso.
Rows and rows, on the densely packed iron shelves, there were corpses lying there as far as the eye could see. There were corpses everywhere, and they were all lying there quietly. Unknowingly, more than sixty years had passed.
Each corpse was marked with a serial number. When Su Bai walked in, he felt like he had walked into a slaughterhouse. However, Su Bai knew that there were people here, and they were his compatriots.
Even Gyatso, who had always regarded himself as an outsider, had no choice but to put his palms together and recite Buddhist scriptures at this time. It was really a scene where humans were completely used up, even a Tantric Sect's eminent monk found it a little hard to accept.
Fatso, on the other hand, bit his lips so hard that it almost broke.
The monk closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures with Gyatso.
As for Ning Cheng, he walked further and further in, gradually distancing himself from Su Bai and the others. He was searching, looking for his parents, looking for his wife, looking for his relatives;
At that time, the Japanese captured his entire family and suffocated them to death. So, if there was no accident, his relatives should also be sent to this underground research institute. Their corpses were most likely lying here now.
But it was also possible that because of the failure of the experiment, the Japanese sent them to the incinerator and turned them into a handful of messy ashes.
However, Ning Cheng still remembered that when he woke up, there was a serial number engraved on his wrist. This serial number was just like the pig sold in the market today, and the pig had to be stamped with a purple seal to prove that it was not sick. Similarly, it could be seen that the Japanese really did not treat the Chinese as human beings.
At this time, the serial number on Ning Cheng's wrist had long disappeared from his skin after so many years had passed, but he had always remembered that serial number in his heart, firmly etched in his heart.
When a bird flies back to its homeland, when a fox dies, it will return to its head.
If I believe that it is not my fault, I will abandon it. When will I ever forget it?
Falling leaves return to their roots, this was originally a knot flowing in the blood of the Chinese. On that day, when the Japanese attacked Nanjing City, Ning Cheng felt that he was already dead, he was really dead. He did not feel that he was still alive, nor did he think that this kind of living like a walking corpse could be called living.
This was the true portrayal of Ning Cheng's mentality. Therefore, the broadcast did not pull him into the story world, did not accept him as a listener. A "dead man" had no story to speak of.
With a serial number, it was a lot more convenient. His parents, his wife, his family should not be far from his serial number.
Finally, Ning Cheng's gaze stopped on a female corpse on the second floor in front of him. This corpse was completely stripped of her clothes, and because of the passage of time, it was inevitable that some changes would occur to the corpse. However, Ning Cheng was still able to recognize his wife at a glance, while his parents and other relatives could not be found.
"Ping Jun, Ping Jun, I, I'm back."
Ning Cheng reached out and hugged the female corpse in his arms, kissing the female corpse's forehead. Tears, had already burst out of his eyes.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back …"
Ning Cheng's eyes began to drip bright red tears of blood, and the skin on his body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Su Bai, Gyatso, the monk, and Fatso also came over. They looked at Ning Cheng from afar who was hugging the corpse and crying bitterly. He was deliberately letting out the blood in his body.
He..,
Was committing suicide.
Until Ning Cheng's whole body completely turned into a dry corpse. Hugging the female corpse, his body gradually lost all possible temperature.
Standing in the distance, Su Bai and the others finally believed that he had returned here.
He really just came back to see..,
Really..,
Just to return to his roots.
Su Bai stretched out his hand and looked at his palm,
It seemed that he had been immersed in the conflict of interests for too long, so Su Bai had always not trusted Ning Cheng that much. But until the other party died so peacefully in front of him,
Only then did Su Bai realize that there was really such a pure person.
Suddenly, Su Bai seemed to have understood something,
Because such a pure person would not even casually control the broadcast!
