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Chapter 1060 Perfect!

If Chen Ru left, of course she would not live here, or even stay too long;

Although Chen Ru rebelled during the Fusu incident, because of the handwriting left by the old rich man, everything at that time lost the value of debate and calculation. Chen Ru's actions also lost their meaning. Therefore, Su Bai and Fatty didn't have much hatred for Chen Ru. They could only make fun of the stupid woman.

But at least, Chen Ru can no longer be with Su Bai and others like before.

The relationship between people is actually maintained by that meaning. Once that meaning is gone, the relationship will be broken.

However, what Chen Ru said before leaving made Su Bai deeply touched.

It's not that Chen Ru said that she sacrificed her life and only left three months of life. For this crazy woman, this kind of thing is really not surprising.

In fact, it is still Chen Ru’s description of choice,

perhaps,

I really think too much,

In the past, I didn't feel anything when I was in hard times, but as soon as the good days started, my thoughts changed.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at the night sky that seemed to have become clearer due to his duel with Boss Liang, his eyes falling into some kind of contemplation.

In the past, when I only had one road to Huashan, I could go all-in and have a hard time walking without knowing where I should go next. Now, it seems that the conditions are better and I am more calm, but I am a little hesitant.

However, a special energy wave soon interrupted Su Bai's contemplation.

"What's wrong?" Fatty asked doubtfully.

"I want to meet an old friend I haven't seen for a long time." Su Bai replied.

"Why do you only have so many old sweethearts?" Fatty said in a bored tone, "Looking at your usual otaku-like attitude, it turns out you can't even count your old sweethearts."

Su Bai smiled, ignored the fat man's teasing, and disappeared directly on the spot.

The fat man shook his head and went to warm the milk for the little guy, muttering:

"Men are indeed unreliable. Children are more important."

……………………

At this moment, a little boy was crawling hard in the grave. His body was covered with wriggling meat maggots. Most of his muscle tissue had rotted. Countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants were shuttled through his body. His eyes, ears, and mouth were all covered with blood. The nose seems to be the door and window to these things.

But the little boy kept crawling and persisted;

For undead creatures

The standard of death is different from that of ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no breathing, no heartbeat, and no temperature, and they will most likely be considered dead.

As for undead creatures and zombies,

You can't move, you can't move,

That’s considered dead.

The little boy is now suffering from tremendous pain and pressure, but he has not given up, because once he gives up, an abyss will be waiting for him.

Broadcasting is clearly going all-or-nothing this time. You can't get on such a train. You may still be able to get off work, but the only point left is to die.

Because this generation of bosses is considered to be the strongest group that broadcasting can raise from now on, in the future, each generation will only be inferior to the last.

The little boy gritted his teeth and continued crawling.

When it comes to Phoenix Nirvana, gorgeous pictures often appear in people's minds, including the proud Phoenix, noble wings, brilliant lava, and breathtaking and suffocating beauty.

But Nirvana is sometimes not very fancy. Just like when the monk achieved enlightenment half a year ago, someone came to worship the Buddha and the monk became a Buddha. Just like this boy now, he is actually in Nirvana.

Time passed slowly, but the little boy's body fell into a stagnation. He was tired, indeed tired.

He is not a genius, nor does he have great opportunities. In fact, to a certain extent, he belongs to the group of people encouraged by radio. Even with the encouragement and support of radio, it is extremely difficult for him to achieve enlightenment. .

The cemetery area was deserted at this time, and restrictions had been set up around it. All the tombstones had been turned up, and the various urns showed various forms of exquisiteness.

The little boy's father and mother are both staff members of the cemetery park. He liked to play here when he was very young. He is not afraid of it because this is his childhood and his playground.

But now he is trying his best,

But still missing that breath,

Can't lift it up!

It’s really impossible to lift it up!

Su Bai appeared here. As a zombie, of course he could sense the energy fluctuations of the little boy here.

However, Su Bai did not expect that the two of them would meet again in this way. Perhaps, if Su Bai and he hadn't happened to be in Shanghai now, Su Bai would not have remembered the person who showed him the photo album. boy.

Su Bai took out the photo album and flipped through it casually.

The little boy raised his head with all his strength. When he saw it was Su Bai, he just smiled dejectedly. He was a little tired.

I even no longer have the energy to say hello to my former “comrades”.

"Your art photography in the past two years has become a bit cliché, and you have completely lost the imagination you had before."

Su Bai commented.

This is a very strange picture,

A boy's body is almost rotten,

Beside him, a young man was holding a picture album and discussing art with him seriously.

"I'm tired," the boy said.

He is not saying that he is tired now, but that he is tired in his own artistic style.

Su Bai nodded, "Indeed, the following ones were all shot for the sake of filming. Although those people who were tortured to death by you and posed in various poses by you were all scum who deserved to die, but you wasted their bodies in such a way to take this picture." Planting garbage is really a waste of materials.”

Su Bai continued to comment.

The boy lowered his head and said nothing more. He knew clearly that what Su Bai said was right.

Su Bai remembered that when he came here before, this boy was sitting in a corner of the park office, flipping through this booklet in his hand. At that time, when the two met, there was quite a smell... no, they were sympathetic. Feel.

The boy's aesthetic control over torture, death, corpses, and freezing temperatures is indeed unique. Every photo and every pose can make people in the same field marvel at the imagination of the photographer.

However, people will always grow up, just as the boy used to be called a little boy, now he is called a boy.

As people grow up, some spirituality slowly dissipates.

Su Bai put down the album and took a formal look at the condition of this former "friend" in front of him for the first time.

The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up.

"Let me help you." Su Bai said. With Su Bai's current identity and strength, it is not impossible to forcefully save the boy's life and support him to break through.

"Burn the second half of the album and keep the first half for your collection." The boy replied.

In a certain sense, it was regarded as rejecting Su Bai's help.

Even children are good at saving face. In fact, adults are often more willing to give in and are not as stubborn as children.

"If it is deleted, does it cease to exist?" Su Bai asked rhetorically.

The boy was silent, and his eyelids began to slowly close at this time.

"Zombies are born from the resentment of heaven and earth. They do not belong to the five elements, disdain reincarnation, and are angry with both humans and gods. Look at what you look like now, like a salted fish waiting to die."

The little boy remained unmoved.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and said: "Anyway, you plan to die with your stubbornness and persistence, so let me help you take the last picture. In the past, you always took pictures of other people's corpses. This time , you will be used as material.

Can you still move?

Then choose a look that suits you best. "

When the boy heard this, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes that were originally closed slowly opened again at this moment.

For an artist, losing the passion for creation and losing inspiration is equivalent to losing the meaning of life.

Now, he seemed to have gotten some inspiration from Su Bai's words. This inspiration was even more exciting and effective than the sudden injection of life.

Su Bai held up his mobile phone, pointed the camera at the boy, and urged: "Speed up, don't die before you get ready."

The boy sped up,

He tried his best and turned over,

Su Bai moved two steps back so that the boy appeared in the cell phone camera screen with his head down and his feet up.

The boy is now face up,

His arms slowly uncrossed and lay flat on the ground,

Keep your legs as flat as possible,

At this time, he didn't feel like he was lying in a cemetery, but more like he was lying on a beach filled with golden sunshine.

Immediately, the boy's face began to show a kind of "youth", "innocence" and all kinds of beauty belonging to children.

rotten body,

The squirming flesh maggots,

Snakes, insects, rats and ants coming and going,

With a boy's innocent face,

The contrast between the pictures is indeed enough to impress people's hearts. This can indeed be called a wonderful work, a work that can make people feel numb and deeply conflicted after watching it.

But Su Bai shook his head at this moment,

"not enough."

Saying,

Su Bai raised his feet,

He stepped on the boy's face directly.

With Su Bai's current strength, he could fight Boss Liang for 300 rounds in the void. The power of this kick, let alone the zombie boy, had only one breath left. Even in his prime state, he couldn't withstand it.

"Snapped…………"

Half of the zombie boy's face collapsed after being stepped on by Su Bai.

at the moment,

The zombie boy only has half his face left.

Half an innocent face,

The other half disappeared,

Coupled with the tumbling and highly decomposed body of meat maggots,

The feeling of contradiction and conflict instantly increased to another level!

"Click..."

Su Bai pressed the shutter button,

Then he squatted down, put the phone screen in front of the boy, and said directly, regardless of whether the boy was dead or alive:

"Are you satisfied with this one?"