[Part1·Devil’s Talk Show]

Your name is Ben.

Ben Richter——

——Graduated from Florida State University in 2017.

You're a black man, Ben, can you hear me?

Today is March 21, 2030 in the Western calendar, and it is also your thirty-third birthday.

Prior to this, your bank statement still owed you a total of $21,683 for your final school year's student loans.

You had good results on the school basketball team, but you didn't have the level to enter the draft. Your talent in shooting the ball didn't seem to keep up with the alumni of the same period.

You found your first formal job at the age of twenty-six. Before that, you had been working odd jobs at a Dollar Burger restaurant, even though you had a diploma from the University of Florida.

You often go to social relief restaurants. Because you are so tall, people can easily tell at a glance that you have queued up two or three times to eat a lot.

Ben, wake up, this is a crucial moment in your life.

Marty TV came to you because your conversation was too humorous——

——You are invited to the live broadcast of a TV show called "The Devil's Talk Show".

Now is the time for you to change your destiny. You can't be distracted anymore. You can't wander around because of drug addiction.

You should return your eyes to the auditorium and to the camera.

Stop peeking at the female host's collar, that's not what you should be looking at - Rickett.

"Mr. Ben! What did she say when the on-location reporter randomly interviewed her on the street?" Standing on the main podium of the studio was a blond beauty. She was wearing glasses and was polite. She wore a work badge on her chest.

There was a strange name written on it - Latia Morian.

Ben Richter, you have never heard of this name. This radio station still used hot air balloons to broadcast news to veteran operators throughout Florida in the 1990s. You grew up here - as for this new program, you are

Never heard of it.

You, a drug addict, have been in trouble since you were fired from the Miami Police Department. It was because of a drunk driving accident.

You grabbed the prosecutor's daughter because she couldn't do something as simple as walking in a straight line, following the white line in the emergency lane, as you told her - and you gave her a ticket

She was fined and her license was revoked.

So your job is gone, and your people are almost gone too.

Ben Richter, what a pathetic clown, Ben Richter, go to a public drug center!

You think like this and you can never turn around again.

"Mr. Ben?" Ms. Latia seemed a little impatient.

It's your turn to take the lead——

"——Oh!" Your eyes feel dry, and your brain is extremely tired when facing so many flashing lights.

Latiya then asked: "What did the field reporter ask at that time? Ben? You have finished introducing yourself and we already know you. We are familiar with each other once and twice? Don't be nervous..."

You licked your lips, unable to remember the street interview a week ago, so you casually mentioned a topic——

"——At that time, your staff found me and found me, a homeless man."

When you got the microphone, you spoke faster, and as you made up this lie, you felt your heartbeat speed up.

You were once a policeman and you know how to deceive ordinary people.

"They asked me, they asked me how was Miami? They asked me how was Florida?"

"I said, I like TIKTOK, I like Chinese-made mobile phones worth about two hundred dollars, I like sleeping in the park, this city is beautiful!~"

"Special thanks to the supermarket trash cans, which always find a great meal, really - there are a lot of expired foods that are thrown away before the packaging is even opened, and I want to thank American Standards!"

Ms. Latia obviously felt your inexplicable anger——

——I admire this kind of anger, it is full of destruction and violence, and seems to destroy everything.

The audience laughed out loud at your sudden nonsense. The effect of the show was pretty good, Ben?

They are laughing at you, yes, they are laughing at you.

You didn't continue talking, but let the laughter continue for a while, and then continued.

"Do you care who becomes the next president of the United States? I don't really care."

"He can't make me a millionaire. He can't change my skin color. Can he let me take two more bullets? Or legalize marijuana in Texas? I have wanted to go to Texas for a long time, but I

I’m afraid that some supermarket employee will see me——”

You make obscene gestures.

"——You know, these people should come out with watermelons and whips, and then let me serve the Mexicans."

The sensitive topic of immigration has become the next laughing point. You don't understand why these people continue to laugh, or is this arranged by the director?

"Anyway, I won't go to Chinatown to beg for food, because I might really get food - just food. Not a dime."

"They will really give you food, do you understand what I mean?"

"Also, I originally thought that all the Chinese girls I saw on the street were pretty. But when they started getting tattoos and trying to cater to the aesthetics in magazines, things started to get weird."

You can straighten your big eyes and pull the corners of your eyes toward the top of your head as much as possible to make your nose flatter.

"Uh! Ugh!~~Uh!~I am a simple girl!~EZ Girl!~"

"In my hometown, my first night can sell for $80,000!~ But in the United States, as long as you pay for a meal at McDonald's!~"

It was clear that this no-holds-barred approach was met with huge applause and even whistles for you, Ben Richter.

You are simply a genius, and I can feel the growing anger in your heart.

At this time, Ms. Latiya called a stop and the show reached the intermission commercial time.

You were exhausted and came backstage to rest for a while. Drug addiction once again pulled you back into the abyss. Your hands couldn't stop shaking, tears and saliva flowed out. When you were cleaning in the bathroom, you tried your best to lower your head.

I wore a cap because I didn't want my ugliness to be exposed in front of others.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The phone lights up, and a diagnosis and treatment report from the state hospital will almost break your heart.

Ben Richter - You have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. It is like my existence. I am watching you all the time.

Our condition has not improved at all, and the doctor issued an authoritative certificate to you.

You kept wiping your brows, trying to drive away another demon in your heart. At the same time, a short man walked in from outside the toilet door.

He was an Oriental man who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a strange coat and lit a cigarette.

"Hey kid..." you greeted out of kindness, "you shouldn't smoke."

This short man who was too tall pointed at his work card and did not reply immediately - you could tell that this guy seemed to have a very low tolerance for stupidity.

The work permit is printed with the logo of the Department of Homeland Security, and his name is XingChen Su——Su Xingchen.

Age is thirty-seven, gosh, he just looks young.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

The Homeland Security worker responded: "Aren't you allowed to smoke here?"

"Probably not..." you responded.

Su Xingchen: "You want one too? Just pretend you haven't seen me?"

You hesitated again and again, took the cigarette, and asked Agent Su Xingchen for a lighter.

Su Xingchen said: "The feeling of drug addiction is very bad? Right?"

You are a little panicked, which will affect your screen image.

"How do you know..."

Su Xingchen: "You can tell at a glance that I have been in the drug and explosive search team. Ben Richter - I hope you can stand up and make this call if you need help?"

A business card was handed over, but you didn't reach out to take it because it was too late——

——A sharp shout came from the door of the men's room. It was a woman shouting in Chinese.

You can't understand Chinese, it's too complicated.

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"What the hell are you smoking again?!" Su Xingchen's sister Su Xingcai found this place.

Su Xingchen dropped the cigarette butt and walked out in a panic: "Come right away!"

Su Xingcai: "Can Mr. Victor's talk show really find the source of spiritual disasters?"

Su Xingchen: "How did I know? This is just a social experiment! When people focus their malice on a certain person, all kinds of supernatural events will naturally occur. It is said to be a devil's talk show, but maybe that day really invites people to do so.

Is there a devil coming?"

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To be continued...