Su Bai didn't know some things, but this did not mean that Su Bai couldn't guess anything. Su Bai was not sure whether Gu Fan's feelings for Xun'er were true or not, but I think there should be some, but Gu Fan applied to work at a medical research institute in London for Xun'er. This matter now seems to be up for discussion.

In fact, Gu Fan had been studying in Europe before. However, when he was founded, Gu Fan seemed to have returned to China to work due to pressure and intentions from his family. If he thought so, Gu Fan should have heard of horror radio abroad and had become an audience. And looking at the pair of angel wings he showed before, it can be almost certain that Gu Fan belongs to the Western circle.

Su Bai didn’t know how radio distinguished listeners from Eastern and Western circles, whether they were divided by region or race?

That black listener was the audience in the Eastern circle, while Gu Fan, a second-generation Chinese official, became a Western listener. In other words, whether it was one-sidedly determined whether it was divided according to bloodline or birthplace, it was inaccurate. Perhaps, it was more differentiated according to cultural identity.

When Su Bai's generation was still young and young, with the advancement of China's reform and opening up and the beginning of the popularization of the Internet era, the government of the Republic, who had just decided to abandon its previous self-enclosure and wanted to embrace the world, seemed very inexperienced when facing the invasion of Western cultural thoughts, and almost took the initiative to hand over the cultural regional sector to the West.

Almost ten years ago, in the most popular publication of Reader Digest, the most popular one is actually articles like "Foreign Moons are Round". The Chinese old lady saved enough money before her death and finally bought a house. The foreign old lady lived in a house for half her life and paid off her loan before her death. Such Western chicken soup almost invaded the generation of post-80s and post-90s. The self-system and cultural identity were highly denied and doubted, and she turned to embrace the universal values ​​of the West.

In recent years, with the complete popularization of the Internet, the deepening of world exchanges and the opening of people's wisdom, this trend of thought has finally been stopped. The subprime mortgage crisis, human rights war, racial discrimination and other issues were revealed in front of the Chinese, which made most Chinese realize that in fact, domestic and foreign countries, the eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother, and to a certain extent, the domestic one has more advantages.

During that period, Xun'er was a child of the Red Family of the Republic and was established as a political route since childhood, so she was very firm in her thinking. Chu Zhao was fighting against his father's domestic violence and power every day, and had no intention of thinking about anything else. Su Bai had already begun to take over some of the businesses in the consortium, so he was more mature. Gu Fan seemed to have fallen into this trend of thought. Not only did he study abroad, but he almost almost stayed to work abroad afterwards. He did not like his family background and identity in China, and was eager to rely on his own abilities to realize his values ​​and ideals in the West;

Su Bai even guessed that after he beat the bird man last time, the bird man passed on the information about him to listeners in the Western circle. This made Gu Fan notice him, and Gu Fan suddenly realized that one of the three stupid buns he used to play the childish murder game had become an audience, and his strength made him feel a little scared.

In addition, after meeting, Gu Fan deliberately set off the atmosphere of "recalling the four people" in the past, and also instructed Chu Zhao to contact Xun'er. All the situations showed that he was building a relationship and he was trying to restore the intimate relationship he had in the previous murder club.

Be more narcissistic and guess more deeply.

Su Bai can even think that Gu Fan is deliberately trying to win over his relationship with him and then building a communication bond between the two groups of forces in the East and West circles he exists.

Just like the relationship between the birdman of Count Schal and the old lamas in the West, the two sides conduct "buying and selling transactions" and watch over and help each other to a certain extent.

After all, Su Bai is a blood clan strengthening. This enhanced identity undoubtedly makes Western audiences feel closer and make them instinctively feel that although Su Bai is a Chinese, since he chose the blood clan strengthening, it is obvious that he is more fascinated by Western culture. Moreover, although Su Bai is a relatively introverted person and is too lazy to socialize, the monks, Gyceau and Fatty people gathered around him are already a force that cannot be underestimated.

"It is impossible to become a strong man."

This sentence is not so much that Su Bai is deliberately mocking his so-called childhood friend, but rather rejecting the invitation from the force he represents. You must know that Su Bai is too lazy to make friends in the domestic audience circle, so he naturally has no intention of making friends with the Western circle and then doing a role like "leading the way";

Moreover, Su Bai's thoughts are very simple and pure. The audience thinks about how to be strong and how to survive. Then think about social, relationships, organizations, and other things, which is a childish behavior of losing the roots and pursuing the end.

After saying this sentence was almost a real slap in the face, Su Bai turned around and finally walked out of the house at the murder scene. When he returned to his car, Su Bai took out a bottle of mineral water from the car drawer and took two sips.

To be honest, he didn't care how Chu Zhao looked at him, nor how Gu Fan looked at him. The only Xun'er seemed to be far away from her to protect her. It was actually a very dangerous behavior to give Chu Zhao and Xun'er magic weapons. This might really kill them, because what he gave them, the radio would add to them in the next story world.

But Xun'er should be about to reach her second story world.

Su Bai thought to himself that according to the preview of the painting, Xun'er would die in the second story world. Fortunately, the radio is now suspended, and Su Bai decided to ask Xun'er to come out and chat alone in a while. In short, let's leave it to fate.

"Go to sweep the grave."

Su Bai smiled at the corner of his mouth. He remembered what the senior sister's soul told him. A group of new neighbors who suddenly appeared were confused but had a deep resentment.

What kind of resentful soul will be confused but have a deep resentment?

It is obvious that someone suppressed them, allowing them to suffer even if they become ghosts after death, but they do not give them the chance to become evil ghosts. This kind of punishment is really comparable to going to the underworld to put oil pan after death.

Su Bai took the car with his right hand and spread his left hand. A ball of evil energy condensed from his palm. The evil energy of the zombie has an innate effect on ghosts, but it can achieve such an effect. Those Taoists putting talismans on the forehead of zombies is actually a way to use evil to control evil spirits, which makes the evil energy in the zombie's body disordered and suppresses the zombie's cruel spirituality, or cruel instinct.

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

Yes, it was more interesting than a Gu Fan who suddenly came back with a special purpose, but the zombie-enhanced listener, who killed people and the whole family, implicated the whole family, and maximized the power given to the audience by the radio to the greatest extent. In the Demon City, such a person like a messenger of justice appeared. Although the technique was extremely extreme, cruel, and even contrary to humanity;

The car drove into the cemetery, which was quite quiet and quiet. Su Bai was at least in his heart for his senior sister to choose the head of the house. You should know that the housing prices in the cemetery are also rising step by step. When people are alive, they can't afford to buy a decent house, but now they can't even afford to die.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming, there are many people coming to visit the graves and worship. When Su Bai got off the car and walked up the path of the secluded path, he saw a lot of people visiting the graves around him.

The cemetery has a special management agency and an office here, which is a bit similar to the property in the community, but the property here is responsible for people. Cleaning up weeds and maintaining the environment of the cemetery is the primary task. Every now and then, some monks and Taoists will be invited to chant scriptures and play with salvation. In short, the added value of the cemetery is to increase the maximum, otherwise how can the housing prices be afforded?

Su Bai first walked into the office. The office was very large, and there were more than a dozen specialized staff, so he was just a clerk;

Others were doing things they were watching, or receiving family members or organizing documents. A little boy sat in the corner of the office with a bag of snacks and coke next to him, holding a comic book book in his hand and watching with relish. He should be the child of the staff here. When the child was on the winter vacation, he would take him to the place where he worked for convenience.

Su Bai did not go to find other staff members, but walked directly towards the little boy with a smile on his lips.

The little boy may be only seven or eight years old. He was eating snacks while looking at the comic book. He was so cute that he looked very cute, with a small flat head, clean and neat.

Su Bai squatted down in front of the little boy, "What cartoon should I read? Let me show you my brother?"

The little boy smiled honestly and pointed the comic book at Su Bai.

Su Bai saw very detailed photos inside, not comics, but dead bodies. These dead bodies were made in various shapes, some were mated on the bed, some were sewn on the neck, and some were confused with limbs. It was really shocking, exuding a strong and suffocating black bloody mockery.

"How is it, is it good?" the little boy asked honestly, as if a child was showing off his treasure to an adult.

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

The little boy was anxious, "Where can't do it?"

"There is such a good background and such a good corpse. The deliberate feeling you feel when you place it is too obvious. Just like today's photography artists have long since become famous by stimulating and exaggerating picture effects. Now we have to pay attention to something called depth. Your posing is too artificial, but it is a bad thing."

Su Bai was like a teacher, squatted down, took the booklet from the little boy, and turned a page.

On that page is a photo of Jin Guofu's family tragically dying at the dinner table. The protagonist is Jin Guofu. Jin Guofu's back is lifted and fixed with a knife and fork to make a pair of flesh wings.

"What mistake did this person make?" Su Bai asked.

"Forced demolition, three people were buried alive, two were killed in revenge, and more than a dozen were damaged." The little boy replied seriously while thinking, "One of them was buried alive as a child, who was about the same age as me, often floated over to play with me. He was buried alive with his grandparents."

Su Bai nodded, "Look, these fleshy wings are obvious. Everyone can understand what you mean, and you can also see that you are mocking an angel representing holiness and justice, but that's all. In that corner of this photo, that is, on the other side of the dining table, there is a person sitting, watching you making your artwork but dare not fight with you, dare not speak out.

In fact, you should wait until he is angry and the two white wings are spread out before taking a snap. A dead person's flesh wings and an angel with a white wings spreading across the dining table.

This irony, this b-shaped, this depth, and this comparison are all available. Only in this way can it be called a work of art, comparable to the kind of "The Last Supper".

Or, if you want to go further with the irony effect, you can bring a feather duster and pull out the feathers from the feather duster and insert them on the meat wings.

The picture was so beautiful that it was suffocating." Su Bai said with an intoxicated look on his face.

The little boy looked at Su Bai blankly, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes full of surprise. Su Bai's narration seemed to push open the door to the deep art hall for him.
Chapter completed!