In the distance, a mushroom cloud appeared above the nuclear power plant, like a devil, poppy planted in the world. In an instant, it condensed into a bloody and extremely depressing scene.

No matter how superb a painter is, it is difficult for him to paint this kind of picture. This is a kind of contempt for life and ruthlessness towards nature. A mere painting or a mere photo cannot reflect even in case.

Humans have been conducting intensive research on nuclear technology, and generations of great scientists have contributed their wisdom and years to this cause.

In the late World War II, when the Americans dropped the atomic bomb to the Japanese mainland, the nuclear power suddenly became extremely clear in human cognition, and began to transform from abstraction to image. The Chernobyl incident and the Fukushima nuclear power plant incident showed more of human beings' insignificance and powerlessness in front of the nuclear power.

Perhaps, the nuclear itself is not right or wrong. What determines the right or wrong of the nuclear is actually a manifestation of human beings' own cleverness and selfishness.

"At this time, if there is popcorn, that's great."

The fat man, monk, Su Bai and Gyatso were sitting on the eaves of Linzi Highway Card Station, watching the mushroom clouds in the nuclear power plant ahead rise and slowly dissipate.

Four people, eight legs, seemed to be a friend who was teaming up to have a picnic, facing the other end of the mountain, watching the setting sun, chatting, dazed, and passing the boring and leisurely time.

This time, the power of the nuclear explosion should be quite large, but the impact has been greatly weakened. It may even be in the cylindrical area that will cause real damage and will no longer wipe out all the listeners in one fell swoop like the previous reincarnation.

On Su Bai's side, he felt a gust of wind blowing over, shaking everyone's hair and clothes without any other obvious damage.

Of course, it is certain that the nuclear radiation concentration in the surrounding environment will once again explode, but it will not cause the audience to die immediately.

"It's not very powerful." The fat man scratched his head and found that his hair was slowly falling off. His body began to decay due to excessive nuclear radiation.

"The entire South Korea is not very big. Although it is indeed nothing in terms of the power of the explosion, the nuclear radiation impact is enough to turn more than one-fifth of South Korea's area into a nuclear-polluting zone. This is a fundamental destruction for South Korea's political, economic and social system." Gyatso said.

"Haha, maybe the fat man in the north has now opened his arms to welcome the people of South Korea back to his arms." The fat man joked, "If the peninsula is unified, it will be interesting."

"I think what touched me the most was what kind of spirit this old woman had that allowed her to lurk in the enemy's environment for decades, and even her son didn't even know her identity.

Then when her son grew up, he went to elementary school, middle school, high school, college, and finally became a nuclear scientist and started a family and career. She worked hard to support her son forward and grow up like a normal single mother, caring for her daughter-in-law, and slowly raising her grandson.

But it was precisely because of the call from there that she could show her identity to her son, use the life of her daughter-in-law and grandson to force her son to tamper with the nuclear power plant, causing the nuclear power plant to leak and let the entire county town be buried with her.

I really can't figure it out that even our Buddhists cannot brainwash a person to this point," Gyatso said.

"I don't know either." Su Bai sighed, feeling a little sighed.

The whole incident has been dug up by the Korean side. The old woman did not hesitate to kill her daughter-in-law and grandson, take their lives, and coerce her son, causing the first serious nuclear leak.

human nature,

It can be twisted to such a level that even the audience who are used to the bloody storm can't help but be amazed.

"But no matter what, this story world is like coming in to make soy sauce for us." The monk was still struggling with this matter.

Judging from the process and the result, it was all about Mu Nan and George, two terrible-minded Chinese and Americans. The ending of the game was that both sides died together by chance.

Even as an opponent, I feel a little regretful about the ending of these two people. If two smart people can survive forever, it would be such a terrible thing, and at the same time, it is also something worth looking forward to.

"Go back and investigate. I think these two people should have touched the radio's reverse scale. This story world is actually more like a special arrangement by the radio for them, the two smart people.

Maybe, when the old woman finally forced George to go to the nuclear power plant and died with Mu Nan, the radio was sitting on a chair and laughing at the screen in front of her, complacent about her final success in her layout.”

Gyatso looked up at the sky and said with a little sadness: "And we, in this story world, are just a role of accompanying the prince to study. We ourselves did not seize the opportunity. Of course, we would not become those unlucky guys who were killed. Dabai, thank you."

"It's too perfunctory to say thank you. You will still abandon me when you should abandon me." Su Bai demoted the situation without hesitation.

"Don't be so direct, how can you continue to pretend in the future?" Gyatso was also a little amused and amazed, "In my temple, there is an ancient zombie coffin that is suppressed. If you need it, I can give it to you, just treat it as a reward for saving me in the real world and the story world at once."

"You guys didn't plan to give it to me before?"

"That's a cultural relic," said Gyatso. "I didn't hand it over to the country but planned to give it to you, and I've made a great concession."

"I'll just let it go." Su Bai agreed.

"By the way, I'm really curious. Why did you fight with Mu Nan in the first cycle and really kill him?" Gyatso asked.

Su Bai shook his head, "You ask me, who will I ask?"

"Amitabha, I'm afraid I can't find this answer, because the two parties involved in this matter are no longer there, and the broadcast will not give you the answer." The monk said.

"This world is beginning to collapse." The fat man pointed at the surroundings and said.

Indeed, waves began to ripple and turned into pieces and fell down;

In the end, after the whole world collapsed, the four people realized that the environment around them had completely changed.

In front,

It is a nuclear power plant like a ruin, and I am wearing fire suits.

In a row, there were nearly thirty listeners, of which about seven or eight fell to the ground and lost their vitality. They were completely dead listeners.

And the rest seemed to have had a dream.

"Is this the principle of the nuclear world and reincarnation? It's indeed not the real world or the story world." The monk pondered.

The next moment,

White lights enveloped everyone in turn;

This mission world,

Announced end.

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"Shishenguo, handsome pot?"

Su Bai suddenly woke up. He saw the bowl of steaming noodles and the basket of buns placed on the table in front of him. At this time, he was holding a piece of fifty yuan in his hand.

Su Bai remembered that this was taken out of his wallet before he was pulled into the story world. He thought of leaving it to the boss as paying. After all, he was also a small business, and the taste of this little noodles was really good.

However, this time I entered the story world, in the real world, the interval between the front and back should be very short, so short that it is almost negligible.

"Shuaiguo, this is pickled kimchi at home. Try it. I just heard your accent. I am from Sichuan, right? How can I get kimchi when I eat?"

The boss, who was not very tall, handed a small plate with carrots and cabbage.

"When I was a child, I grew up in Chengdu." Su Bai smiled, "This is breakfast money."

The boss collected the money and found a change, "It's like kimchi, I won't charge you. I'll give it to you. In our Sichuan restaurant, if any kimchi is still charged, then I won't have any money."

"You want it." Su Bai responded, took the money he found and put it in his wallet.

"You want to." The boss smiled at Su Bai and went out to continue to be busy with business.

Su Bai took a deep breath and suddenly seamlessly connected from the story world to the real world. This huge sense of gap really takes some time to digest.

I picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small bun and put it into my mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it with great difficulty. After taking another bite of noodles, it was a bit difficult to swallow. When I thought of the scene of rotten meat everywhere on my body, Su Bai's appetite was not very good.

I picked up some kimchi and put it into my mouth.

It was refreshing and delicious, not greasy at all, but could eat it happily. Su Bai sat here, finished eating this small plate of kimchi, and got up and prepared to leave.

At this time, the two young men on the table next door were finished eating and were about to leave. The young man holding the newspaper in his hand suddenly teased: "You said that in "Dream of Red Mansions", a stone can become a spirit, and in "Journey to the West", something can become a monster. Will this core become a spirit one day?"

Another young man said a little amused and terrified: "Then go home and take a look. Your TV, your appliances and refrigerator, and your laptop have become a cumulative? Hahaha..."

Two young men walked out of the breakfast shop talking and laughing.

They didn't find it

Su Bai, who stood behind them,

He said "hehe" twice.

After two consecutive days of explosions, the dragon was a little tired. In the next few days, it would be updated twice a day. After the rest, it would explode a few more times. After all, this type of article is really exhausting to write, and the dragon is under a lot of pressure.

Recommend a new book called "Horror Stamp", which is a work written by a friend of Long who imitates the broadcast mode. Long has seen his beginning, and it is indeed well written. It is also a dark and supernatural style. The protagonist is a cannibalist. You can try it out and help him collect it.
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