Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 186

There was someone in the meeting room holding a whip and whipping Chen Yixin's skeleton nonstop. He had a look filled with enmity, filled with unwillingness. It was as if he was venting all his rage on the skeleton, he... was Zhao Zhen.

At the other side, Qian Lan was holding a rope and pulling tightly on Zhao Zhen's neck. Zhao Zhen's neck was snapped continuously and reattached back to its original position every time while Qian Lan kept on pulling hard.

Besides Qian Lan's corpse, Chen Yixin was holding on to a saw and sawing Qian Lan's corpse nonstop.

The bodies of Zhao Zhen holding the whip, Qian Lan holding the rope and Chen Yixin holding the saw were translucent grey. It was evident that they did not really exist; they were like resentful spirits venting out their unwillingness when they died. Perhaps this was related to the layout of the conference room; after they died, their spirits could not transcend and could not be scattered; they were trapped over here.

This meant that even if the tasked ended in this story world, as long as Dreadful Radio did not allow them to disappear, did not destroy them, those audiences who died here would forever receive such torture.

Unable to transcend, unable to leave, continuously lingering in resentment and unwillingness.

It was as if these three people did not notice Su Bai's arrival.

Perhaps Su Bai and they were no longer in the same plane. They were ghosts while Su Bai was human.

Su Bai continued to keep on walking forward. He sat in the first row and watched these three people continue to madly repeat the same actions over and over.

Su Bai suddenly noticed that there was something bulging up on the table. He placed his palm on it and his whole hand entered; it was just like the scene when the name list disappeared into the table.

Su Bai caught on to something and used his strength to pull it out.

His palm felt something very sticky. Su Bai used a long time before managing to pull it out.

It was unexpectedly a memorial tablet.

There were two words on the memorial tablet: "Su Bai"

Su Bai threw the memorial tablet on the table. The memorial tablet automatically entered back into the table.

Su Bai got up and sat on another seat. He placed his hand on the bulging item and his palm enter the table once more. He touched something once more and pulled it up; it was another memorial tablet.

The name on it was still his own.

Su Bai remembered that during voting, there was nothing bulging up on the conference table; the audiences' hands could not enter the conference table to take anything up.

Su Bai had a misconception in a flash; he felt he had entered the backstage of a game or behind the scenes.

The audiences bought the tickets to enter. They always sat in their own seats. Everything they said, everything they experienced were the scenes meticulously prepared. After entering the back stage, all the beautiful feelings were shattered. It was just like the ending of some movies where they would release some behind-the-scenes footage to entertain the audience. If the behind-the-scenes or blooper scenes were shown before the movie, it would lower the whole audience experience by a lot. It would no longer let the audience feel involved.

Su Bai really was at the back stage of the voting game at this moment.

He did not know why he pulled out memorial tablets with his name on it when he put his hand on every table. Could it be that he would definitely die tomorrow? The memorial tablet was prepared for him in advance by the regulations of the story world?

Su Bai searched and searched, looked and looked. In the end, he sat on his original seat at the last row.

Liu Tao was not here at this moment, there was no one s.n.a.t.c.hing seats from Su Bai.

Not long after Su Bai sat down, sound of footsteps could be heard from outside. The corpses and the three spirits had disappeared in an instant.

Su Bai was in a daze. Had those people returned?

Based on previous experience, they should be eating or resting in their own rooms after returning. They shouldn't directly head into the conference room.

Su Bai was still sitting in his original position without moving. The door of the conference room was pushed open. Su Bai saw people with unfamiliar faces enter one by one. Yes, all of them had unfamiliar faces. They were real and alive but Su Bai did not know any of them.

Never met before.

Really never met before.

There were a mix of males and females in those group. Their expressions showed fear and unrest. There were a few who were calmer but also very low profile.

The people who entered sat in their allocated seats, Su Bai was still sitting at his original seat. A woman sat down beside him.

The woman glanced at Su Bai and smiled.

Su Bai smiled back.

"Your arm?" The woman suddenly realized something. "You got injured before entering Dreadful Radio?"

Su Bai was a little stunned. He was able to comprehend the woman's meaning. Dreadful Radio would help heal all their wounds after they entered the story world. If you had lost your limb before encountering Dreadful Radio, then Dreadful Radio would not take unnecessary action and help you grow back your limbs.

Su Bai nodded his head without making a sound.

After the woman saw Su Bai's indifferent att.i.tude, she felt she was a little rude. She lowered he head and intertwine her hand on the table and did not continue speaking .

The door was opened again at this moment. Two people entered, a male and female. Su Bai did not pay any attention at first, but when his gaze swept past them, it was as if he was struck by lightning.

Aroma!

Chu Zhao!

Yes, those two were Aroma and Chu Zhao!

How did they end up appearing here?

How was it possible for them to appear here?

Chu Zhao and Aroma started searching for their seat after entering. They of course were using searching for their seats as an excuse to observe the surrounding others.

Su Bai subconsciously lowered his head; he back-faced outside as he faced inside.

Su Bai already had a rough idea in his heart. d.a.m.n it. It wasn't only his own batch of people in this story world, another batch of people had joined.

When the first batch of people entered the scene, the other batch of people would conduct their activity here. Both sides would not meet each other if there were no accidents. Su Bai was an exception. Perhaps this was related to the benefit from the last reality task.

However, Aroma and Chu Zhao had entered and joined Dreadful Radio. This was something that Su Bai had never imagined.

Aroma's gaze lingered on Su Bai for a short while. After discovering Su Bai had a single arm, she s.h.i.+fted her gaze. It was obvious that person was not singled armed[1].

Chu Zhao and Aroma sat together at the middle.

After Su Bai saw this scene, it was as if he had a headache. It was too obvious that those two knew each other. If this continued on, it would be easy to be the target of others; it was possible to die during the first round of voting.

Hold on...

Su Bai started to count the total number of people. If not including himself, there were still seventeen people. It was exactly the same as his side. It was obvious it wasn't the first round for this batch of voters. This should be the fourth round. Su Bai definitely did not believe that Chu Zhao and Aroma were not familiar with the rules of voting.

That fella Chu Zhao was a policeman. Aroma was a military attaché. These two people have long come out in society. They definitely were not unbearable and naive. There must be a reason why they could walk in together with great scope.

There was one thing which Su Bai did not understand. Was he considered someone who joined randomly?

Entering another circle from his original circle,

But,

How should he vote afterwards?

It was already the fourth round of voting; the rest should be familiar with each other right now. They shouldn't have an outsider to simply join in, but the others did not find it weird.

Just like the woman sitting next to him, she had actually greeted him. She couldn't tell that she had not actually met him before?

Could it be that the rules of the game allowed both circles of the game to have a chance to cross over, and it had the ability for the other circle to recognize him?

This meant that an unsolvable bug had been exerted. Even though this was the first time you met him, even though you have never communicated with each other before, even though you had not seen his picture before in the name list, when he suddenly appeared right in front of you, you feel that he had always been partic.i.p.ating in this game without any changes.

Dreadful Radio definitely had such ability.

Su Bai suddenly remembered the whole world under the influence of Dreadful Radio had forgotten about that city Litchi had wiped out. This was a different approach with the same result.

Very soon, the name list appeared.

What surprised Su Bai was that the name list and pen appeared in front of him.

After the previous gingerliness, Su Bai started going through the other seventeen people in the name list. He was not on the name list.

Aroma and Chu Zhao were naturally in there and it was impossible for Su Bai to vote for them. Just randomly pick one then.

When Su Bai wanted to tick on the picture of a man, he realized the was no ink in the pen.

F*ck,

This can't be.

Su Bai flipped over the name list with a little smile, he suddenly realized that there was another picture at the back. It was himself, Su Bai!

Su Bai puckered his lips, he took the pen and drew a tick.

The tick was drawn out.

Su Bai suddenly though of someone at this moment.

Someone in his own circles, the fella who would always get a vote. Regardless of any changes in the situation, he always had one vote!

Both of Su Bai's hands were grabbing his head.

d.a.m.n it.

Based on his own cognition, someone must have entered the other voting game circles. That's why Dreadful Radio made some changes.

Su Bai flipped over the name list.

He stared hard on the photos of the seventeen people.

He did not recognize anyone other than Aroma and Chu Zhao.

When Su Bai stared so hard that it was turning red, a picture of a man slowly changed. 　　

Indeed!