Chapter 64:

Van Goro, who had been sitting still in the darkness before, had not cast a glance at the curtain, nor had any communication with anyone, handed over a sketch when the timing card reached the last second-a The picture hidden behind the curtain is exactly the same sketch.
When the director switched his sketch and the photos selected by the program group on the same large screen, Song Nuan opened his mouth and glared, looking at this scene in amazement and horror.
Song Rui concealed his face with his hand and sighed with satisfaction and regret. After all, he still witnessed the singularity of Van Gogh with his own eyes, and finally understood how the death sketch from Sun Yingjiao was produced in a plain and thrilling way. However, this uncovered scene of all mysteries failed to satisfy his inner curiosity, but instead caused him to fall into deeper confusion.
He vaguely felt that even if he spent the rest of his life, even if he exhausted his knowledge, his understanding of this person might be a trivial appearance; he may never understand what kind of existence he is.
"Why are there such people in the world?" Song Rui shook his head and sighed again. He couldn't imagine the environment that gave birth to this unique person. He wanted to know that he was desperate for it.
The other three judges were dumbfounded and pointed at the big screen with trembling fingertips, shocking inexplicably: "He, he, he, he drew the photo directly!"
Song Warm's cheeks slowly turned from white to red, and he remembered the words he had deliberately targeted and degraded Van Gogh before. Let's take a look at his psychic ability that is more powerful and terrifying than anyone. She felt shame and embarrassment for the first time. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word dryly, and struggled for a while before she was very hoarse and honest: "Cousin, that sketch of death ..."
She forgot to hide her relationship with her cousin in front of the camera.
Song Ruiluo nodded his head, and his voice was a little brisk: "Ah, I forgot to tell you before, that the death sketch provided by Sun Ying, the police have verified in advance that it was indeed Fangallo's personal depiction and monitoring before Gao Yize fell. The device happened to capture this scene. "So Van Gaal would become the main suspect of the police. Of course, these off-topics are not worth saying here.
Song Warm's cheeks were flushed, his eyes turned, and he asked in disbelief: "Cousin, you already knew that the death sketch was true, so why didn't you tell me just now? You deliberately made me ugly ? "
If the cousin explained the death sketch to her as soon as she came, she would definitely not utter a big word in front of the camera! That ’s okay. She originally wanted to hit Van Gogh ’s face. After the first test, all the slaps she had just fanned out were fanned back on her own face. That ’s a loud, that one. Shameful!
And she knows better than anyone, how difficult it is to sense the content of the photo through this curtain. Because before pressing the pause button, she didn't even know which photo screen would be selected in the gallery with millions of photos.
She could already imagine how spicy words the audience who saw the magical performance of Van Gogh would mock her previous arrogance and ignorance after the program was broadcast.
Thinking of this, Song Wenwen wailed, but was a bit ashamed to see people.
Song Rui tapped on the table with his knuckles and said slowly: "I remember your show is 100% real, and it will faithfully restore everyone's performance, and will not edit to cover someone's ugliness? These Does it count? "
Song Wenman knows too much about how his cousin is black. He is reminding her not to delete all the shots she had just been beaten by Van Gogh just to save herself. He actually maintains a person who has only seen two sides!
Song Nuanqiang smiled a bit, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, I always talk to you. In our show, everything is possible, otherwise it is not, I will broadcast every wonderful shot. "She understands very well that when this content is posted on the Internet, how unbelievable those who once fantasised Van Gogh's pretend to be a ghost will be unbelievable. On the contrary, how will this reality show grab the headlines and become a hit!
The better Van Gogh performed, the more prosperous her show will be. Why doesn't she broadcast it? Song Wennuan turned his head and sent a message to the director, asking him to arrange some more shots for Vanguard. This man is definitely the biggest dark horse in this show!
The time card is again restored at 30:00, and the second test is about to begin. Song Nuan pushed the red pause button to Dr. Lin and proposed with a smile: "Five of us pick a photo of each, so that it can better show the fairness of the program group."
"Okay, I'll press it!" Dr. Lin looked at the large screen in the middle, and dazzlingly scrolled the photos, and could pass two or three pictures almost every second, making people unable to see the specific patterns at all. . He waited for a while at random, and then took the button again. The fast-moving picture came to an abrupt end. A colorful viper opened its mouth and supported sharp fangs, making a fierce attack on the person in front of the screen. The whole picture Very impactful.
"It's a good choice. I like reptiles." Dr. Qian smiled happily, while the other two doctors left their heads a little uncomfortable.
At the same time, this photo has appeared on the projector behind the curtain. The field host learned about the news through the headset and quickly said: "Okay, the second test has begun. Please show your magical powers."
The energy fluctuation of this photo is obviously much smaller than the previous one, so that the bright-looking woman and the pale girl had to leave their seats and walk onto the stage. Instead, the young Taoist still stood under the stage, scornfully watching those who were getting closer and closer to the curtain and desperately working hard.
After reviewing every potential competitor, the Taoist turned back and looked at the Van Gogh sitting in the last row, unmoved from beginning to end, with a contemptuous smile.
He thought that Van Gogh had never submitted the answer of the previous round, but in fact, the photographer responsible for shooting Van Gogh was pinching the sketch of the black child, and was shocked and horrified: This answer is Is it correct? Is this photo behind the curtain? probably? It must be!
All the staff at the scene didn't actually know what was hidden behind the curtain, but after witnessing the birth of this sketch with their own eyes, the photographer was inexplicably but surely convinced-there must be some weirdness in the body of Van Galo Things, his aura is different from everyone!
The guide switched seven close shots, and seven unique faces appeared on the monitor in the observation room.
Uncle black robe with a vicissitudes face shook the copper bell again, the long bell echoed in the empty hall, jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell ... The girl with a pale complexion stood in front of the curtain, but somehow, suddenly backed away, and covered her head and face with her hands, as if defending something, her mother hugged her and hugged her in a low voice; The bright-looking woman stood straight in front of the curtain with her hands on her chest and back, and her eyes were constantly condensing the streamer, as if peeping; Ahuo sniffed the curtain very close, and muttered something in her mouth; Instead of paying attention to what was behind the curtain, instead of looking at the glamorous woman with her eyes bright, she seemed more interested in her; the young man in a robe stood in a dimly lit place, hooked his lips, and was holding a winning smile.
On the last display screen, Van Goro's low eyebrows and quiet face never changed, and he didn't even move his footsteps.
Song Warm stared at Van Galo's unmoving face for a long time, and seemed to want to see through the other side's thoughts and thoughts through the screen.
But at this moment, Fangallo suddenly raised his eyes and glanced lightly along one of the dozens of monitors above his head. At the same time, unbiased, the display screen placed centrally on Song Wenneng's desk projected his eye-catching sharp sight.
Song Nuan was stabbed fiercely by this sharp-eyed eye, and he couldn't help but startled: I really saw a ghost, so many monitors, so many display screens, so many randomly returned pictures, how did Van Gogh each time Which monitor and screen will the person who is spying on him look at him through? Did he open his eyes?
Seeing her gaffe, Song Rui whispered: "Van Galo's intuition is very sharp."
"I know now." Song Nuanman barely settled, and then turned over a stack of player information and introduced them one by one along the display screen: "This black robe player is Yuan Zhongzhou, 46 years old, is a practitioner, No cultivation of Buddha, no cultivation of the Tao, cultivation of the mind; this Taoist Taoist Chongming, from Yunduguan, grew up in Guanguan, 20 years old this year; this first-class beauty is named Zhu Xiya, 25 years old, Miao People, who are practicing witchcraft; this delicate little girl named He Jinglian, who just turned 18 this year, seems to be in poor health. She is currently dropping out of school and can only participate in competitions with her mother. But it is said that her ability Very strong, people in Shili and Baxiang love to find her psychic, and they are well-known in the local area; this handsome guy is named Ding Puhang, 27 years old this year, I heard that he has opened several companies, has hundreds of millions of assets, and is a successful person , To come to our program is just for fun, but at present it seems that the ability is very good; this is Ahuo, from the deep valley of the Himalayas, the Hunza people, 19 years old this year, the sense of smell is very sensitive; this is Van Galo , Everyone must know. "
Song Nuan looked at these seven people and asserted: "At present, I am most optimistic about them. Our show is really not to be falsified. One round, two rounds and three rounds will be compared. Everyone will be exposed. Well, Let ’s wait silently for their performance. "
This test seems to be a little harder than the last one. Yuan Zhongzhou is still ringing the bell, and every wrinkle on his face is hidden in confusion; Zhu Xiya and A Huo are standing in front of the curtain and feel that they have no clue yet; but He Jinglian and Chongming He seemed to understand something, and had gone to a quiet corner to sort out his thoughts; Ding Puhang, who stood on the edge of the stage and looked at all the players, glanced at He Jinglian and Chongming, and then showed a sly smile.
At this time, Fangallo lifted the pen and began to draw it smoothly. The thin pen tube was circled on the paper, twisted and pleated, and a strong and thick limb was drawn around the entangled limb; then a triangular head flashed The cold eyes; the venom sharp teeth dripping from the large mouth, and the thin and dense scales; finally painted with deep and shallow patches, so that the painting even looks black, white, and gray. colorful.
"Quickly, cut close-up!" The voice of the director's excitement passed into the headset of the photographer who was in charge of shooting Van Gogh.
The photographer immediately cut a close shot.
The guide was still dissatisfied and shouted: "Come closer!"
The photographer kept zooming in and out, but the director's scolding kept on saying: "Near, near, and near again! Okay, okay! Okay, stay still!"
At this moment, the photographer seemed to understand something, and when he looked at Van Gogh, his eyes were shocked and awed. If this sketch is different from the picture behind the curtain, why is the director so excited? Vanguard's ability is too terrible!
A lot of sketches and photos magnified by the lens are displayed side by side on the large screen in the middle. Several judges in the observation room looked at one black and white and one color, but they perfectly overlapped in all details. Can't tell.
At the same time, six other psychics who are said to be very capable are writing answers one after another.
Yuanzhongzhou: [Animals, cold, dangerous. 】
Chongming: [Snake. 】
He Jinglian: [attack! 】
Zhu Xiya: [some kind of dangerous animal. 】
Ah Huo: [Reptiles. 】
Ding Puhang: [The viper is preparing to launch an attack. 】
They have all sensed the content of this photo, some are right, some are right, but they are so amazing that they are so pale and weak in front of the sketch drawn by Van Gogh, And so dull.
"What's this?" Song Nuan's eyes flashed strangely, and he smiled and said with a smile: "What is this? When he feels hard, has he all seen it?"
Song Ruiyun glanced at her one by one and said, "I don't know if you have heard of it. There is such a person in the world. They don't need any substantive contact, just a glimmer of light or a flash of thought. A lot of things. Their eyes can penetrate through, clarify the present, and break the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, you can smell what you see through your nose, and you can see through your The tongue tastes what you have tasted, and even peep through your heart. As long as he is willing, your perception is his perception, your thoughts are his thoughts, your past is his past, you The present is his present, and your future can also be his future. You can only mobilize the body to understand the world, but he can mobilize all the consciousness to explore all the unknown. All in the world is his medium . "
Song Rui added in the doubtful eyes of cousin: "This is the self-introduction he made when Van Gaal and I first met. How can you understand this existence?"
Song Nuan slowly turned his head, slowly opened his eyes to the young man on the screen, then slowly shook his head, his voice was very hoarse: "I can't, even if I saw it with my own eyes, I can't understand it! This is really beyond my imagination. Now! "
Song Rui sighed unheardly: "Me too, but I am eager to understand."