Chapter 929

There were some things that Su Bai didn't know, but it didn't mean that Su Bai couldn't guess. Su Bai wasn't sure whether Gu Fan's feelings for Xun Er were real, but there should be some. However, it seemed that Gu Fan had applied to work in a medical research institute in London for Xun Er, which was obviously open to discussion.

In fact, Gu Fan had been studying in Europe before. It was only during the period when the Assassin Club was established that Gu Fan returned to work in China under the pressure of his family. In this way, Gu Fan should have become a listener of the horror broadcast when he was abroad. Moreover, judging from the pair of angel wings that he had shown before, it could be concluded that Gu Fan belonged to the Western circle.

Su Bai didn't know how the broadcast distinguished the Eastern and Western circles. Was it based on region or race?

The black listener belonged to the Eastern circle, while Gu Fan, the son of a Chinese official, belonged to the Western circle. In other words, it was not accurate to say that the distinction was based on blood lineage or birthplace. It was more likely that the distinction was based on cultural identity.

When Su Bai's generation was still young, with the promotion of China's reform and opening up and the beginning of the Internet era, the Chinese government, which had just decided to abandon its previous self-isolation and wanted to embrace the world, was very inexperienced in the face of the invasion of Western cultural trends. It almost took the initiative to surrender the cultural region to the West.

About ten years ago, the most popular articles in Reader's Digest, the most popular publications were articles such as "The Moon Is Round in Foreign Countries", such as "A Chinese old lady saved enough money to buy a house before her death, and" A foreign old lady paid off the loan after living in a house for half of her life ". Such western chicken soup almost invaded the generation of the 1980s and the generation of the 1990s. Their self-system and sense of cultural identity were highly denied and doubted, and they were willing to embrace the universal values of the West.

It was only in recent years, with the complete popularization of the internet and the deepening of communication in the world, coupled with the enlightenment of the people, that this kind of thinking was finally stopped. The subprime mortgage crisis in the United States, human rights wars, racial discrimination, and other issues were exposed in front of the Chinese people. It made the majority of the Chinese people realize that there was actually no difference between China and foreign countries. To a certain extent, China actually had a slight advantage.

At that time, because Xun Er was a descendant of the Red Family of the People's Republic and had been determined to enter politics since she was a child, she was very firm in her thinking. Chu Zhao, on the other hand, had been fighting against his father's domestic violence and power every day, so he had no time to think about anything else. Su Bai had already begun to take over some of the business of the consortium, so he had matured earlier. Gu Fan seemed to be the most immersed in this kind of thinking. Not only did he study abroad, but he also almost stayed abroad to work. He did not like his family background and identity in China, and he was eager to rely on his own ability to realize his values and ideals in the West.

Su Bai even guessed that after he beat up the birdman last time, the birdman might have passed on information about him to the audience in the Western circle. That was why Gu Fan noticed him. Gu Fan suddenly found that one of the silly boys he had played childish killing games with had also become an audience, and his strength surprised him a little.

In addition, after Gu Fan met them, he deliberately set off the atmosphere of "recalling the past of the four people" and advised Chu Zhao to contact Xun Er. All the circumstances showed that he was trying to build a relationship with them, and he was trying to restore the close relationship they had when they were in the Killer Club.

If Gu Fan was more narcissistic, he would speculate more deeply.

Su Bai could even think that Gu Fan was deliberately building a relationship with him and then building a bond of communication between him and the Eastern and Western circles where Gu Fan existed.

Just like the relationship between the birdman, Earl Sal, and the old Lamas in the West, the two sides to a certain extent, "trade" and help each other.

After all, Su Bai was strengthened by the Blood Line, which undoubtedly made the Western audience feel closer to him. It made them instinctively feel that although Su Bai was a Chinese, he was obviously more fascinated by the Western culture since he had chosen to strengthen himself by the Blood Line. Moreover, although Su Bai was a loner and was too lazy to socialize, the monk, Gyatso, and Fatso were already a force that could not be underestimated.

"It's impossible for a coward to become a strong man."

This sentence was not deliberately sarcastic to his so-called childhood friend, but it was better to refuse the invitation of the force that Su Bai represented. After all, Su Bai did not even bother to make friends with the domestic audience, so naturally, he was not willing to make friends with the Western circle and play the role of a "guide".

Moreover, Su Bai's thoughts were very simple and pure. The audience should think about how to be strong and how to survive, and it was enough for them to think about things like socializing, relationships, and organizations. It was a kind of childish behavior.

After saying this, Su Bai turned around and finally walked out of the house where the murder scene was. When he returned to his car, Su Bai took out a bottle of mineral water from the car drawer and drank two mouthfuls.

To be honest, he did not care what Chu Zhao or Gu Fan thought of him. It seemed that staying away from Xun Er was the best way to protect her. In fact, it was a very dangerous behavior for him to give Chu Zhao and Xun Er celestial devices, which might really kill them. Because whatever he gave them, the radio would make it more difficult for them in the next story world.

However, Xun Er should be arriving at her second story world soon.

According to the preview of the painting, Xun Er would die in the second story world, Su Bai thought to himself. Fortunately, the radio was in a state of shutdown, so Su Bai decided to ask Xun Er out for a chat after a while. In short, he would do his best and leave it to fate.

"I'm going to sweep the grave."

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Bai's mouth. He remembered what the soul of his senior sister had told him. A group of new neighbors suddenly appeared, muddle-headed but full of resentment.

What kind of resentful souls would be muddle-headed but full of resentment?

Obviously, someone had suppressed them, making them suffer even after they died and become ghosts, but not giving them the chance to become malicious ghosts. This kind of punishment was really comparable to going to the netherworld after death.

Su Bai put his right hand on the steering wheel and spread out his left hand. A mass of evil spirit condensed from the palm of his hand. The evil spirit of zombies had an innate restraining effect on ghosts, so it could produce such an effect. The talismans that those Taoist priests put on the foreheads of zombies were actually a means of suppressing evil spirit with evil spirit. They made the evil spirit of zombies chaotic, so as to suppress the ferocious spirituality or ferocious instinct of zombies.

"It's really interesting." Su Bai muttered to himself.

Yes, compared with Gu Fan, who suddenly came back with a special purpose, Su Bai felt that the audience strengthened by zombies was more interesting. Killing the whole family and implicating the whole family, to the greatest extent, maximized the power that the radio gave to the audience. There was actually such a person like a messenger of justice in Shanghai. Although the method was very extreme, cruel, and even against humanity.

The car drove into the public cemetery, which was quite quiet and secluded. At least, Su Bai chose this place for his senior sister to be the head of the house. Nowadays, the housing prices of houses in the dead were rising step by step. When people wanted to buy a decent house when they were alive, they couldn't afford it, and now they couldn't even afford to die.

Because it was almost the Spring Festival, many people came to visit the graves. When Su Bai got out of the car and walked up the quiet path, he saw a lot of people visiting the graves around him.

There was a special management organization in the public cemetery, and there was an office here, which was a bit like the property management in the community. However, the property management here was in charge of the dead. Among them, clearing the weeds and maintaining the cemetery environment were the main tasks. Every now and then, some monks and Taoists would be invited over to chant scriptures to release souls from purgatory. In short, the value of the houses in the dead should be raised to the highest. Otherwise, how could they afford the housing prices?

Su Bai walked into the office first. The office was very large, and there were more than a dozen dedicated staff, who were only clerks.

The others were doing their own things, such as receiving family members or sorting out documents. A little boy was sitting in the corner of the office, with a bag of snacks and Coke next to him. He was reading a comic book with relish. He should be the child of the staff here. The child was on winter vacation, so the staff took him to work in the office for the convenience of taking care of him.

Su Bai did not look for the other staff. Instead, he walked directly to the little boy with a smile on his face.

The little boy was probably only seven or eight years old. He was eating snacks and reading a comic book. He looked very cute. He had a crew cut and looked clean and neat.

Su Bai squatted down in front of the little boy. "What comic book are you reading? Let me take a look."

The little boy gave an honest smile and pointed the comic book at Su Bai.

Su Bai saw that there were very detailed photos inside. They were not comics, but corpses. These corpses were in all kinds of poses. Some were mating on the bed, some had their heads sewn to their necks, and some had their limbs disorderly. It was really shocking. It exuded a thick, suffocating, dark, bloody sense of mockery.

"How is it? Does it look good?" The little boy asked in a simple and honest manner, like a child showing off his treasure to an adult.

Su Bai shook his head. "No, it's a pity."

The little boy was anxious. "What's wrong?"

"Such a good background, such good corpses. When you put them out, the deliberate feeling is too obvious. It's just like how photography artists nowadays no longer rely on exciting and exaggerated images to become famous. Now, they have to pay attention to something called depth. Your pose is too pretentious. It's inferior."

Su Bai was like a teacher. He squatted down and took the book from the little boy's hands. He flipped open a page.

On that page was a photo of Jin Guo Fu's family dying tragically at the dining table. The main character was Jin Guo Fu. The flesh on Jin Guo Fu's back had been peeled off and fixed with a knife and fork to make a pair of meat wings.

"This person, what did he do wrong?" Su Bai asked.

"Forced demolition. He buried three people alive. He killed two in revenge and crippled more than ten." The little boy thought very seriously as he answered, "One of the children who was buried alive was about the same age as me. He often floated over to play with me. He was buried alive with his grandparents."

Su Bai nodded. "Look, this pair of meat wings. It's obvious that everyone can read your meaning. They can also see that you're mocking an angel that represents holiness and justice. But that's it. In the corner of this photo, which is the side of the dining table, there's a person sitting there. He's watching you make your art, but he doesn't dare to make a move against you. He's angry, but he doesn't dare to say anything.

Actually, you should wait until he's angry, when those two pairs of white wings spread out before you take the picture. A dead person's meat wings and a real angel with white wings spread out across the dining table.

This irony, this B, this depth, this contrast, it's all there. This can be called a work of art. It's comparable to "The Last Supper".

Or, if you want the satirical effect to go further, you can bring a feather duster, pluck out the feathers from the feather duster, and insert them into the meat wings.

That picture is so beautiful that it's suffocating. "Su Bai said with an intoxicated look.

The little boy looked at Su Bai in a daze. His small mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were full of surprise. Su Bai's narration seemed to have opened the door to a deeper level of art for him.

"Yes, it's so beautiful …" The little boy exclaimed as he imagined.