Chapter 511 The Identity of the Assassin
“One person and I drink wine and get drunk;
Drunk brings beauties into pairs;
The two eyes are alone and follow each other;
I just hope that he can return home together one day;
My dear daughter, I gently hold the piano;
Yan Xi my purple bamboo forest......"
The rhythmic sound of shouting with a strong sense of rhythm sounded, and it appeared so harsh when it appeared at this time;
Senior listeners are worshiped by lower-level listeners in the normal audience circle. When they meet, the lower-level listeners will respectfully call them "Sir" with fear and respect;
However, at this time and in this place, adults suddenly became very worthless, even a little cheap, like old newspapers in the wholesale market, collected by the pound.
Senior people are dying one by one. They, who are like gods, have become no different from ordinary people at this time. Their identity, their status, and everything about them has become extremely cheap at this time.
Seeing the death of a person around them, the senior audience members who are still alive feel extremely sad, because the people who died around them have the same status as themselves, and the feeling of sadness is so strong.
Because Sarcoma kills people by gnawing in the most primitive way, the wounds of every veteran who died were very obvious, and even the whole body was chewed to pieces. It was just because Sarcoma wanted to kill all the senior listeners first before coming back. Enjoy the meal slowly, that's why you didn't go to the Western vampire boss to absorb it all by knocking his bones and sucking out his marrow.
The blood of the dead senior listeners began to spread on the ground.
This was originally a normal thing. The senior audience present were so numb after seeing so many dead people and blood, but all the blood showed a strange flow direction in a moment, and all of it flowed in the direction of On the dolls that were thrown on the ground.
The flow of blood was so fast that not only the senior listeners failed to respond, but even the sarcomas, who were hunting for food and were sensitive to spatial fluctuations, had no time to react at all.
In an instant, the blood of the dead senior listeners was completely absorbed by the puppets on the ground.
These dolls seemed to have come to life at this moment, collectively opening their eyes!
Dolls are inanimate human-like props. However, compared with Eastern shadow puppets, Western puppets can actually evoke a kind of fear from deep inside for contemporary people.
It seems that they have life, as if when you put them in a corner of your home, they are actually observing you while you are sleeping, while your back is turned to them, and their eyes are watching you. I wander over your body over and over again.
Therefore, in most normal homes, there are very few decorations like dolls, because their appearance will make people feel weird.
However, at this time, the dolls were resurrected collectively. They were no longer the low-level phantom instruments, nor the useless items that could be discarded casually. There should be something hidden in their depths, even for experienced listeners. There is no way to detect the restrictions.
yes,
If this kind of restriction can only be activated by the blood of a being at the life level of a senior listener, it actually already shows how terrifying it is.
There are more than twenty dolls floating in the air. They seem to be connected to each other by invisible threads, and a mysterious aura is exuding.
below,
Those sarcomas stopped attacking the remaining audience. They were too lazy to think, because they were definitely the overlords in their own world, just like the kangaroos in Australia. Because in Australia, they have no natural enemies, so they can have no worries. Live carefree, but if placed elsewhere, they might have become extinct or been forced to evolve into something else.
This situation is similar to that of these sarcomas. In their world, there are no enemies that are powerful enough to threaten their survival. The meaning of their existence, or in other words, their own lives, is to devour them. Apart from that, they do not need to think or think. , is considered to be a very boring thing, that is, only the lowest and most statusless Sarcomas in the group will be forced to start thinking in order to lead the rest of the Sarcomas to eat. This is the job of slaves. .
This method and system is completely inverted with human society and even with the entire natural system of the earth.
However, being unwilling to think or too lazy to think does not mean that they are stupid, nor does it mean that they are stupid. The fact that a certain ethnic group can evolve to the top sequence of the world plane definitely proves the excellence of this ethnic group. They are actually They have evolved to a certain level that may not be perfect but is solid enough to survive in that world plane. Their own genes also illustrate their excellence.
Therefore, at this time, all the Sarcomas felt a sense of crisis, a sense of crisis that made them all instantly panic.
Su Bai hugged the young man in the shirt with one hand. At this time, he could feel the "meat" of the young man in the shirt trembling constantly.
"Isn't it interesting?" Su Bai put his face next to the fleshy ball of the young man in the shirt and asked softly, just like the feeling when the young man in the shirt put his chin on Su Bai's shoulder when they first met.
"I remember you said that the relationship between us, food and predators will be eternal, but now, something seems a little wrong. Or, do you think it's interesting now?"
The young man in the shirt had no time to respond to Su Bai's taunt, because when more than twenty dolls began to spin in the air, they made a series of harsh noises. The tumors below began to grow bigger and bigger without being attacked. , but their skin began to become more and more transparent.
The sarcomas wanted to move, but couldn't. They could only stay in place and watch their bodies swell up like a balloon, and waves of terrifying energy fluctuations rippled away.
"It's going to explode! Let's go!"
About thirty senior people died, and there were still about sixty people left. These people were all injured, and they had struggled to resist before, but they were all human beings, and they knew that those who had previously felt that it was too difficult for them. It is said that the useless dolls were activated after absorbing the blood of dead seniors. Now, these dolls are the death charms of these terrible sarcomas!
However, once it explodes, this desolate and huge platform will definitely be leveled. In addition, the Sarcomas cannot move, so naturally they will not be able to attack. The position leading to the exit that was originally blocked by them will also be destroyed. It was opened all of a sudden.
Naturally, these senior listeners didn't want to stay here and be blown up to death along with these disgusting things, so they immediately took out their train tickets and ran to the train station to redeem their tickets and leave the station.
This platform is located in two spaces with the Shanghai Railway Station outside. At least there are space cracks or space folding, so there is no need to worry that the explosion here will affect the Shanghai Railway Station.
What's more, there are more than a dozen senior listeners who didn't rush to escape. Instead, they turned back and took some of the dead listeners' magic weapons and things before leaving. You must know that these sarcomas are in a state of exploding at any time.
This scene can be regarded as a vivid expression of the temperament of a senior audience.
"I feel...I'm in so much pain."
The voice of the young man in the shirt kept coming, and he felt very uncomfortable because he had also been amplified. At this time, he was no longer a long sarcoma, but turned into a huge hydrogen balloon.
"Do you still find it interesting?" Su Bai was not in a hurry to leave or escape. To be honest, he could only survive until now because of this young man in a shirt who wanted to imitate humans. Without him, he would have been killed. eaten.
Now it was obvious that the method arranged at the beginning of the broadcast came true at this time. These terrible sarcomas, GG, were only a matter of time, but Su Bai felt that he should still say a few words to him.
The thinking mode of mentally ill patients is indeed difficult for people to understand, because their concept of interests exceeds the thinking mode of normal people.
In other words, in fact, this young man in a shirt is actually an anomaly among sarcomas. He is forced to think, but on the other hand, he is actually actively imitating and learning from humans because he finds it interesting.
And the word interesting,
Sometimes it is the most primitive subjective initiative that is beyond all notions of interest.
"Let's go..." The shirt-sleeved young man's eyes were blurred, and even his voice could no longer be heard clearly, "Death... actually... is not interesting at all..."
"Brother, to be honest, thank you." Su Bai patted the huge sphere in front of him.
"Hiss... you beat me... to pieces... you will die..."
Subai smiled, waved and said goodbye, but after taking two steps, he stopped, took out all the boxes of cigarettes he was carrying, took out his lighter, lit them all, and put them upright on the cigarette box.
It's a pity that he still has no body and still can't smoke.
Taking out his train ticket, Su Bai walked towards the exit of the station calmly and unhurriedly.
Because Su Bai's experience this time was different from those of the listeners who didn't get on the train, Su Bai knew that all of this was designed by the broadcast. Only when enough senior people died could the puppets and people be activated with their blood. Once the doll is activated, these tumors will be gone, but every senior person is a cabbage for the broadcast. After the doll is activated enough, the broadcaster should not be willing to sacrifice any more senior people.
This degree, this point,
Su Bai got here, so when Su Bai walked from the train to the ticket gate, he had some time to pick up some things belonging to the dead listeners. They were all small items, but Su Bai didn't dare to stay too long, because the radio didn't mind either. Really blow up another shameless guy conveniently.
The moment he walked past the fence and disappeared, Su Bai felt a huge explosion coming from behind him.
"Buzz!"
Exit the station,
The flow of people is surging, and many travelers are coming out of here, dragging their children with them to salute, and it is bustling.
For a moment, it felt like a lifetime ago.
The fat man and He Zhen stood at the exit of the station. When he saw Su Bai coming out, the fat man almost ran over excitedly and beat Su Bai's chest.
"Fuck, I'm so happy to hear Mr. Hai say you're not dead."
Su Bai nodded and pushed away the 300-pound baby's attempt to hug him. At this time, the phone rang again. It was the assassin's phone.
Su Bai took out his phone and took a look. It was a text message.
"Master Wang Lin, I just learned of your death. I am very disturbed. I will always remember your teachings and kindness in my heart. Although society does not recognize you, I know your greatness."
Even if the listener dies in the real world, the radio will arrange a death in a way that will not cause social uproar. His relatives, friends and all members of the society will think that he died normally.
The signature of this text message is actually the name of a celebrity. I don’t know if it is true or not.
But then, Su Bai seemed to suddenly think of something,
Wang Lin,
Why is this name so familiar?
Su Bai recalled the appearance of the assassin enhancer. It looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Fat man, who is Wang Lin?" Su Bai looked at the fat man and asked.
"Oh, that qigong master, the guy who deceived many dignitaries and celebrities into worshiping him as a god. When I was outside, I checked Weibo and found that he seemed to have just died of illness, and it caused a lot of sensation and controversy."