Chapter 315： Friend, help me pick up the soap

Su Bai opened his mouth and wanted to name the name, but in an instant, he suddenly remembered the feeling when the blood corpse was holding his neck. In his mind, the sound before the terrorist broadcast appeared.

In the meantime, Su Bai felt that he had grasped the key points. He shook his head and sat down at his bed. The sheets were quickly wet by the water stains on Su Bai.

The ward also fell into a kind of quiet, the fat man did not eat anything, put the lunch box aside, groped his own smoke, threw it to Su Bai, and then ordered it himself.

Su Bai caught the cigarette and looked at the people in the ward. He shook his head. "I saw something I couldn't say."

"Can't you say?" The monk frowned slightly, as if he was understanding the deep meaning of Su Bai's words. At the same time, his left hand began to twitch constantly, as if he was deducing something, but he soon gave up. Obviously, the monk himself knows that this kind of thing has not been something that he can deduct. The reason why this action is done is actually a habit.

"Can't you say it because it is dangerous to say it?" Gyatso said at this time. "We have a fable story in Tibetan Buddhism. It is this, meaning that the Buddha tells a person a secret, and this is a People don’t want to say it, but after going through a lot of things, the longer they are, the more they want to say this secret;

But fortunately, he has been listening to the teachings of the Buddha, but when he was old, the bed was surrounded by children, he finally couldn’t help it, said the secret, and then he was in the house. All the relatives were violent in front of him. ”

"Jiacuo, how do you feel so evil in this story? Grimm's fairy tale Aesop's fables are also about depth and meaning." The fat man said.

Gyatso smiled. "If this secret is said, it will cause a lot of trouble. I still suggest that it is better to have more things. The water here is too deep, and it is easy to drown us."

Su Bai leaned on the hospital bed and licked his lips. "The audience in Shaanxi has been killed almost. In the real world, it is so arrogant to kill the audience. The terrorist broadcast has sent me this insignificant role. Is it too contrary to common sense? What?

Moreover, some people have so brazenly provoked terrorist broadcasts without being punished. ”

"Su Bai, you once told me that I have gone abroad to destroy a city." The monk suddenly said, "Is that person, did you finally survive?"

"The nature of the matter is still somewhat different." Su Bai's hands are unnaturally rubbing. "Blood corpses, terracotta warriors, a dead Shaanxi audience, the task of terrorist broadcasts to me, don't you feel very strange?"

The monk heard the words and frowned.

Gyatso also fell into meditation.

The fat cigarette butts burned to his fingers but I didn't notice it.

The four people in the ward are not stupid people. In fact, apart from Su Bai, they are all masculine figures.

"What you mean is that the terrorist broadcast does not actually know who this person is. Therefore, it is very likely that there is a BUG in the terrorist broadcast. The omnipotent omnipotent encounters a person whom he does not know, which also leads to a lot of terrorist broadcasts. There is no way to implement the response.

Just like a program, the code at the beginning is wrong, and the program triggered by many kinds of situations cannot be successfully started. This is why the terrorist broadcast has no strong countermeasures. It is actually very confused. I am also very hesitant, and I am very suspicious. Even, it is actually very helpless. ”

The fat man annihilated the cigarette buted out the analysis. Then he showed a flash of excitement on his face: "Is this feeling very interesting, the terrorist broadcast, the omnipotent god, actually encountered this kind of BUG, ​​too interesting. But, how is that **** corpse?"

"It should be a special method." The monk analyzed, "There is no way to directly determine the identity of the blood corpse in the terrorist broadcast. The terrorist broadcast treats us as a chess piece that can be played with pleasure, but we don’t use one kind of play. The mentality of difficult games to face terrorist broadcasts?

Barren thinks that that person is probably the equivalent of a player who really played this game, he knows the BUG, ​​and now uses this BUG. ”

"That's really interesting." The fat man yelled. "No, this level is a bit high. People are playing directly against the terrorist broadcast. Who is it? I really admire it, hey, but you said it. Can it last?"

Obviously, for the fat, or for each listener, the shadow of the terrorist broadcast has been implanted deep inside, difficult to erase and difficult to change.

"It won't last long." Su Bai said, "Don't forget, the terrorist broadcasts have been suspended for several months. In order to correct some of the mistakes it made in the story world, it is said that terrorist broadcasts cannot be compared to one. A permanent program that has its own ability to discover bugs and handle bugs. It has self-improvement and patching awareness and initiative."

"That's right. Oh, the terrorist broadcast is not the kind of dead thing, but what is it for that person?" asked the fat man.

The monk came over at this time and packed up the lunch box and prepared to take it out. "As a listener, whoever is willing to go to that step, who would be willing to go against the terrorist broadcast?"

"Monk, have you decided when you left?" Su Bai asked.

"In the evening, go to Chongqing first, at least stay away from Shaanxi." The monk looked at Su Bai. "You stay here alone, be careful."

The monk also knew that Su Bai had a realistic mission, so Su Bai could not leave Xi'an.

Su Bai nodded. "You have to be careful."

The monk went to the lunch box, and Gyatso went out to handle some things, such as air tickets and hospitalization procedures.

In the ward, there are fat people and Su Bai.

The fat man took a box of milk and took two sighs. He sighed. "Big white, you said that this is really a special sin. I used to feel that the society is very tired. People are awkward and do not know what When I was a head, I always felt that I couldn’t move anymore in the future. It’s the same. I don’t say my children. Maybe I don’t even have time to go to the nursing home.

Later, when I became an audience, I felt that life was different. I became a god, haha, but I found it more and more. In fact, there is no difference. I still live like a dog. It’s not like smuggling Kobe beef or other things. After a small amount of money, I bought a little wine and a little meat. After I finished my work, I went to the ******** to have a big health and a beautiful sleep. Now think about it, the days at that time are really It is ease and Ba Shi. ”

"Why are you starting to sigh these things again?" Su Bai is changing the patient suit.

"Because I feel that I will not see you again after I am gone tonight."

"........." Su Bai.

"Big white, if your sincerity, if I can continue to live in the future, if one day, I will become a family, with a daughter-in-law, with children, I will take him to Xi'an, see the terracotta warriors and horses Pointing at the row of terracotta warriors and horses in the terracotta warriors and horses told me that there is a big white uncle here, who has been through the weather and has been standing here."

"Fat, do you want to hurt each other once?"

"Hey, don't stop, I know that you feel a deep sense of powerlessness when you are with the **** body, but don't get sick on me." The fat man is also a little scared. I really worry that Su Bai suddenly became inexplicably ill.

Su Baibai looked at the fat man, too lazy to care about this fat man.

Lying back on the bed, Su Bai began to listen to the song with headphones. The whole person was somewhat physically weak, and after two shocks, he slept so faintly.

Fat people said goodbye to Su Bai when they walked at night. Su Bai stumbled and said, although this is not a life and death, but it is better than death, but there is no need to really create a feeling that Su Bai will hang soon.

When it was midnight, the door of the Su Bai ward was pushed open. Several nurses pushed a patient into the ward and arranged the patient on the bed where the fat man was.

Su Bai at this time, if he can still really sleep, it is too humiliating to the identity of the audience. With a little vigilance, he woke up and asked what the nurse was.

The nurse said that he was injured in a car accident. His family could not come over immediately, but he had already succeeded in life-threatening surgery. So he was scheduled to come to this ward for the time being.

Immediately, the nurse and the doctor left, and Su Bai’s ward had another patient.

The hospital is a place full of ghost stories. If it wasn’t for Su Bai’s clear terror broadcast to post a realistic mission to himself, I’m really worried that I’m suddenly inexplicably transferred to a world of stories in the background of a hospital by terrorist broadcasts. .

In the middle of the night, the patient in the next bed got up. He walked a little slow. He had plaster on his left arm and a bandage on his head. But it didn't look like a big problem. He trembled and picked it up. There is a plastic basin on the bedside table, which contains the toilets that are uniformly distributed in the hospital, but his hand is a little unstable. It should be a sequela of a slight concussion. The plastic basin is tilted and one thing falls.

The patient turned his head and looked at Su Bai. From the face full of bandages, Su Bai could see the two faint pupils. Su Bai also looked at him at this time. The patient opened his mouth with a very **** voice:

"Friend, can you help me with the soap?"