Chapter 615： Secret in the photo

Life is full of misunderstandings. Sometimes, misunderstandings can be used as a fig leaf to cover up some embarrassment and cramps and give the two sides a step down.

However, Su Bai does not need any steps, nor does he want any misunderstanding.

Since the explanation you gave me is just a "misunderstanding",

Well,

I also give you a misunderstanding.

Everyone has misunderstood once, and it’s awkward.

The chestnut-haired woman looked at Su Bai, and then looked at the companion's body lying on the ground. She seemed to be afraid of what was happening in front of her.

other side,

Just killing your companion directly?

The bald man's face was pumped. At this moment, he seemed to have a feeling of being slap in the face of the oriental man in front of him, especially the Chinese man who deliberately pretended to look innocent.

"Hey!"

The bald man took a few steps forward and stared at Su Bai in disgust. "You are a yellow-skinned monkey, don't want to live!"

"Come." Su Bai’s mouth showed a smile. Just now, he did not absorb much residual vitality from the dying female magician. His current situation has not improved much, but Su Bai still extends his middle finger. Facing the bald man in front of him, he "hooked" his hand.

come,

Kill,

Hit,

Who is afraid of who!

The bald man's fist clenched in an instant, and the airflow around him seemed to be sucked up.

The chestnut-haired woman saw it and was about to open her mouth to stop her companion. But she found a man wearing a robes at the entrance of the restaurant. The man’s eyes were pure and squat, but the man’s air was completely locked. On yourself.

This monk, when he came in from the beginning, has clearly stood in position and attitude.

"Amitabha, big white, but I haven't seen you for a long time, how can it become this look."

"I met three white-skinned pigs, and I was blown up by the pig's hair. I thought I was getting it. Now I just killed one, and I still have two left to wait for me to die."

Su Bai snorted and smiled and took the initiative to the bald man.

come,

Are you not going to kill me?

Are you not going to avenge your companion?

Are you not very angry?

You are not very worried about me?

come,

Hands-on,

I am waiting for you,

Look at it,

Who can live out of this door alive!

The meaning of Su Bai’s heart was conveyed to the bald man through his powerful and cold eyes.

If there is no monk suddenly appearing and standing without hesitation, maybe the bald man will really disregard the advice of the maroon hair female companion and insist on the shot to Su Bai, but now the other side has come to a strong support, the original 2V1 directly becomes five Five open, although this Chinese man is very wounded, no one can despise him.

"Sorry, my companion is dead. We want to leave with her body now, can we?"

The maroon-haired woman walked straight up and picked up the female magician's body. Then she glanced at the bald man. The bald man glanced at Su Bai with hatred and walked out of the restaurant with the maroon hair woman.

The monk went to Su Bai and looked at Su Bai’s sore injury. He couldn’t help but shook his head in a speechless voice. “Go, the police should come soon, find a place to treat you.”

Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled. "Monk, don't tell me that everything is arranged by you."

"It shouldn't be done by the audience. Who dares to kill so many times, the radio will punish, and the poor have said that they will come to you to talk about something at night."

"But I told you on the phone, I am not interested in that."

"That was a relic left by the audience of the previous generation. It was more than 20 years ago." The monk saw that Su Bai was still unmoved and continued. "What is left with the audience of your parents, now Knowing what causes, I started to become more and more obvious, and the broadcast did not release any realistic tasks for the nearby audience. Do you not feel curious?"

"Not curious, really not curious." Su Bai stressed, "Monk, I really don't want to go into this matter, I really decided to change places to go on vacation, this Dali, I really can't talk about it recently. More peace."

"First heal you, poor, there are some materials to show you, wait until you finish reading."

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In the inn, the monk is holding the juice from the medicinal herbs to dissolve the white sputum, even if the blood of the spleen can be self-recovery, but the injury is indeed too serious.

Su Bai was able to see it. The monk took out a lot of inventory at the bottom of the box. Many precious medicinal herbs and herbs were used for themselves. Some of them did not even have to be exchanged from the micro store.

Why did the monk do this, Su Bai can naturally think clearly, nothing to be diligent. This is, use such expensive medicine to heal yourself, how can you refuse it later?

After the treatment, the monk went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, he took a towel and rubbed his hand and said: "The injury is very serious, but the problem is not very big. With your physique and the poor medicine just given you, one day. More time can recover more than 50% or more."

"I think I have to lie down for a month to cultivate," Su Bai said.

The monk pulled out a paper bag from the cuff and placed it in front of Su Bai. "Look at this."

Su Bai leaned against the bed and shook his head. "I am dizzy, anemia, I don't want to see."

"Just look at one of the photos." The monk had to do it himself, opened the file bag, and took a photo from it. "This person, do you know?"

The monk showed the photo in front of Su Bai.

Su Bai's eyes were very casually swept away. Yes, it was really just a random scan, but soon Su Bai's eyes fixed in the photo.

It was a photo taken in front of the three towers of Chongsheng Temple.

There are three people in the photo.

The leftmost person looks fat, and is even fatter than Zhang Yayi’s fat man. On the right is a monk, while in the middle, there is a man in a casual outfit. The fat man looks more than forty. The monk in that photo was also forty or fifty years old, and the man in the middle was a little younger, and it seemed to be thirty years old.

"You know him, are you?" The monk said to Su Bai. "He called... Su Yuhang."

Su Yuhang,

These three words,

Su Bai certainly heard of it, huh, huh, before Su Bai was twenty-three years old, he always regarded this man as his father.

In his "memory", this man often appears. He is good at calligraphy and good at temperament. He is a very elegant man.

And recently,

Su Bai’s impression of this man,

From the last story world, that is, in the story world that Su Bai entered to save the smoked child, when he entered the door, he saw that he was still a green look outside the scene of the demon.

"Have he been here?" Su Bai asked.

"Yes." Su Bai nodded. "The rightmost monk is a poor teacher, the law is Hui Neng, the leftmost one, the identity is unknown, but according to the old lady in the temple, it should be an official. And the middle one is your father. He came here more than 20 years ago, and the three also took a photo."

"There is something strange about this." Su Bai shrugged indifferently, but it involved the wound. Obviously, Su Bai didn't care what he showed.

"That thing was lost more than twenty years ago." The monk added, "There is definitely a connection between the two. In fact, this photo is also found in the archives of the temple. At that time, the guests that Huineng Master saw every day would have a record."

"That, what is it?" Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head. "The poor people really don't know, but if they don't guess wrong, they should be Westerners. They don't know why, they are lost here, and recently, they began to actively expose their position and breath. Obviously, it is not ready to continue to hide."

"You said so much, still didn't tell me whether it was a device or something."

"Should be...the instrument." The monk smiled bitterly. "If it is a person, it would be too sensational."

"Monk, what do you mean, the people on both sides of Su Yuhang in this photo are the audience of the year?"

"The eighty-nine is not out of ten, the poor have read the notes and experience of Huineng Shishu, when I was looking for the scriptures, I felt that I was full of fog and water, and I was puzzled. Later I became an audience and I understood it. Uncle is using his Buddhist scriptures to express his feelings."

"Because this is done, it will not be erased by the broadcast after death?" Su Bai laughed.

"Well, it should be like this. The identity on the left is actually found, but on this day, he died in a car accident."

"It’s another car accident." Su Bai spit out his tongue. "The radio can't play a new trick."

"The one who lost there should be something from the West. The big probability is a musical instrument. The instrument was lost there and began to repair itself, but it has recently become violent, and some nearby villages have already The incident of human and animal death has occurred, it should be out of its handwriting."

"Then you go to solve the problem." Su Bai is still not very thoughtful, even if the monk took out this old photo, Su Bai is still not much interest.

"The problem is that the broadcast did not release realistic tasks, but many people have already died." The monk looked at Su Bai very seriously. "Su Bai, you should know what it means. If it is an ordinary ghost, dare to do this. Killing and sucking blood is so arrogant, how can the broadcast be indifferent? Does it directly send a realistic task to the audience in Yunnan to solve it?

Su Bai picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and then licked his tongue.

"Monk, what do you mean, the master of the instrument, has not died yet?

So the broadcast will only settle the things done by this instrument to its owner, but not to publish the real task? ”

"According to the rules of broadcasting, this should be the case, so most listeners will control their own instruments and spirits, and will never allow them to go out to do damage, otherwise the cause and effect will be counted on their own heads."

Speaking of this, the monk paused, saying:

"Even if it is the lychee group, it has never been more than ten years since it became a listener, and this group of people basically left by train.

The audience more than 20 years ago, still alive, don’t you feel horrible? ”