Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 47: I saw it
“It’s… **** shit…”
Su Bai looked at the face below and couldn’t help but utter this sentence.
The painful memory before is still very clear, this blood corpse actually appeared in front of him again, coming so suddenly;
It seems that its range of activities is not that small, not just a corner of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum.
It is also possible for the audience in Shaanxi to meet together and say that they will organize an audience salon and then they will go to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum to see the historical relics of the Chinese nation. The result is just the end.
Moreover, it appears here now, which can also explain what the monk said before that he was full, so he vomited out the four of himself. This judgment must be wrong. Why do you run out and wander around in a place that slowly digests so much life?
The blood corpse “pulled” himself out of the squat in a very twisted way. Su Bai did not resist, and even raised his hands to indicate that he would not resist. Now Su Bai’s head is still dizzy. The body’s vitality and blood was severely depleted, and he had just experienced the terrible nature of this blood corpse, so Su Bai used this method to express his attitude.
This may be a bit…counseling,
But when I thought of myself, the fat man, and the monk, they should have become the end of a corpse and terracotta warriors. Now that I and others are still alive, it depends on the heart of the blood corpse in front of me, so… It seems normal to persuade a bit.
This blood corpse is the most terrifying and powerless existence that Su Bai has encountered since becoming a listener. Before facing Lan Linyan back to Hong or the broken building, Su Bai knew their power , But still had the courage to take the initiative to attack them, but facing this blood corpse, Su Bai felt that his resistance was so pale for the first time,
It’s not as good as…saving effort.
The blood corpse stretched out his hand slowly and took the phone from Su Bai’s hand.
Su Bai was very cooperative, did not resist, and let him take his mobile phone to the other party.
The movement of the blood corpse appears to be very stiff and unnatural, which means that it actually has no memory or habits of what humans have done.
“Meow…meow…meow…”
The blood corpse sticks the phone to his ear. The whole action makes people feel a numb scalp, but Su Bai can feel that it listens very seriously, really seriously, and at the same time, the phone is auspicious The cry is more cheerful, cheerful…a bit out of place.
Su Bai stared at the blood corpse in front of him as if thinking of some possibility, his fingers slowly pointed at it, opened his mouth, and slowly spit out a few words:
“You are…”
Can’t help Su Bai not be shocked, and can’t help Su Bai not be horrified, because if it is really what he thinks, then this thing is really big, and just now it was from a squat Pulling it out by himself, it is difficult for Su Bai to imagine what would happen to that person. He was so casual and unruly to do what he got from such a place.
As the name was about to be spit out, the blood corpse suddenly shook his body, and immediately pinched Su Bai’s neck with one hand, and lifted Su Bai’s whole person up. Su Bai felt that when his neck was pinched When the pressure came from all directions, not only his body, but also his soul were firmly restrained.
“Cough cough…you…cough cough…”
The mobile phone in the **** corpse’s hand burst open at this time. She was squeezed and exploded by her own hands. Then she waved her hand, Su Bai felt her body lighten, she was thrown out, and she actually wore it. He penetrated the wall to the outside of the inpatient building, and then fell directly into a pond behind the inpatient building.
“Boom!”
The water splashed. About five seconds later, Su Bai came up and wiped his face with a hand. The wall of the toilet above was intact, but he was really thrown out like this.
Space?
Su Bai recalled in his mind the scene when he was switching between Hall 2 and Hall 1 of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum. It seemed to be correct. All of this was made by this blood corpse. .
Crawled out of the pond, completely drenched, found the rockery and sat down, Su Bai panting for breath, in his mind, from the auspicious cry to the blood corpse picking up the phone All kinds of actions afterwards continued to surface, Su Bai felt that he had already torn away some of the fog, but he still didn’t know anything,
If it was that person, why did he become like this?
It’s really hard to imagine, and it’s unimaginable,
Or, Jixiang knows this person?
But with auspicious and cold temperament, it is impossible.
Holding his head with both hands, Su Bai gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he felt that he was deliberately trapped in the terrorist broadcast. He was only considered to be the whole audience circle, including the terrorist broadcast. An insignificant character, then, why did the terror broadcast deliberately make myself seriously injured at that time have to come to Xi’an?
Be aware that there were fat monks and them under the same roof at that time. They were not seriously injured, but the horror broadcast still had to find themselves specifically?
Why is this?
Is it really because the horror broadcast looks at me differently?
Is it really because the horror broadcast is particularly optimistic about yourself?
Su Bai knows a truth, that is, there is no pie in the sky, and it will kill people if the pie is dropped. What is the purpose of terrorist broadcasting?
Also, the omnipotent horror broadcast seems to be a bit too cumbersome in this matter, which makes Su Bai a little unaccustomed to it, but also a little unbelievable, in the perception of Su Bai and most of the audience In, terrorist broadcasting is the supreme existence, the omnipotent existence, the omnipotent existence, the terrorist broadcasting can know what it wants to know, and the terrorist broadcasting can do what it wants to do immediately. It does not need to go around in circles to achieve any purpose. Because the whole world, whether it’s the story world or the real world, for horror broadcasting, the farthest distance is nothing more than the distance from your left hand to your right hand.
Standing up, dragging his damp body, Su Bai planned to go back to the ward in Xi’an.
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“Damn, Su Bai has been to the bathroom for so long, and he hasn’t come back yet. This kid won’t be constipated. Don’t say it, it’s really possible. When this kid was a son, he ate delicacies from mountains and seas. A fine, now a migrant worker, eats home-cooked food, maybe his stomach is not used to it.” The fat man yelled while leaning on the hospital bed while eating.
The monk and Gyatso sat on the chairs, and the faces of the two monks were calm.
For Monk Yu, the temple is completely gone, and he has nothing to obsess about. Right now, he should leave Xi’an early, which is a place of right and wrong for the audience. For Gyatso, this time is also a surprise. It’s dangerous, but there is really no need to stay here to take risks, because there are no obvious benefits, not even vague benefits.
The three people in the ward are all exposed to the terrible existence, so they are basically the same as Su Bai. They know that if they encounter that existence again, there is really no difference between resisting and not resisting.
This level of things is really not something they can now be qualified to intervene.
The fat man has a loss of energy and blood and wants to eat meat, but the monk just bought him a few bowls of lean meat porridge. The monk is proficient in medicine, knowing that at this time, relying on instinct to nourish big fish and meat is a kind of body function. Devastated.
“This hospital is really broken, and there is no separate toilet.” The fat man drank another bowl of porridge and continued: “The public toilet in the corridor always reminds me of ghost stories I saw when I was a kid.”
Seeing that Gyatso and the monk did not say anything. Obviously they were not very interested in this topic, but the fat man who did not get a response continued to talk on his own.
“I used to have a buddy who lives in the school dormitory building. There is a public toilet in the corridor. There is no separate toilet in the dormitory. I go to the toilet one night.
The squat position, row by row, one after another, he squatted there and shit, in the middle of the night, the toilet light is also the kind of voice control, a bit dark, when he is cool, the one in front A voice came from the pit, saying to borrow some scratch paper.
They are all classmates, my buddy said nothing~IndoMTL.com~ just said yes.
Then the person in the front pit stretched out his hand from the side, and the buddy took out a part of his paper and handed it over.
Then when he continued to pull, he suddenly remembered one thing, that is, the distance between the squat pit and the squat pit is very close, that is, a thin cement glass block is separated, but the side of the squat pit is There is the next door, the kind of toilet that other people go in and see the squat inside will also see that person’s head cannot see the shameful part of the back.
So, if the person in the front squat wants to reach out from the side and ask the person behind the squat to ask for paper, it is basically impossible.
My buddy was scared to pee at the time. Well, he was also easy to pee at that time. Then he wiped his **** and got ready to go. But when he just pulled up his pants and stood up, the toilet started The water flushed, and the squat in front of him was rushed over. He saw a human face passing under his crotch and rolled down with the excrement. The person also smiled with him, as if thanking him. The paper he borrowed was the same. “
After hearing this story, the monk suddenly said: “Zhang Bayi, this is your personal experience. Because of your physical fitness and the reason why your family is a Taoist family, you can start from a very young age. Psychic, easy to see those unclean things.”
“Whatever you think.” The fat man stopped arguing.
At this moment, Su Bai, who was soaked all over, opened the door and walked in.
“Fuck, Da Bai, did you fall into the toilet?” The fat man exclaimed.
Gyatso and the monk also looked at Su Bai in surprise.
“I…” Su Bai pursed his mouth, “I saw… (to be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, your support, This is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)