Chapter 61:

The chief director and producer of "Wonderful World" is named Song Nuan, and his family background is very strong. Just to record a non-mainstream amateur network, he arranged a most luxurious studio for Lemon Television. At this time, she was busy with overall planning, and finally got free. She had to adhere to the last hope to call her cousin.
"Brother, brother, rivers and lakes help! I can rely on you for the success of this show! Your appearance, your temperament, go to the screen to stop, be sure to fire! And you do n’t know! It ’s some weird coffee. I ca n’t hold it at all. Only you can help me to hold my place! "
A cold, inorganic voice rejected her mercilessly: "I want to write a very important paper, and I don't have time."
"Don't say, when can't the thesis be written? My program will be recorded soon. Come on, come on, come on, I beg you! We can't control the situation without you as our expert consultant . Those contestants are too strange, I suspect many people have neuropathy! You are the authority in this regard, which can help us prevent many accidents. Without you, I can already imagine the scene of a sea of ​​confusion in the sea election. "Song The warmth caused the cousin to kneel.
"I don't have time. You can figure it out for yourself. At the planning stage, you should think about who this kind of show will attract." The person at the other end of the microphone still refused indifferently.
Song Nuan was sweating anxiously, but he had no way to get his cousin. He seems to be gentle and humble, but actually pushes everyone out of his heart. Sometimes, Song Wenneng will think that he is quite scary, because he has never loved anyone, hated anyone, nor remembered who, Everyone was dispensable in his eyes.
Song Nuan thought of the cousin of the day when his uncle and aunt died, and couldn't help but shudder.
It was at this moment that a staff member came running happily and shouted: "Van Galo is here, he really came to participate in the sea election!"
"Huh? He's here?" Song Nuan took a look at his watch, and found that it was not too early or late, just at 6:30, there was plenty of time to prepare for the sea election, it can be seen that this person is not just talking about playing, yes Take this job seriously.
"I thought he wouldn't come. After all, he is a star, and his value and status are different. You tell his agent that our show is 100% real and will never help him cheat and set up! If he had the real ability, he would stay, and if he did n’t have the real ability, he would leave as soon as possible, so as not to get ugly in front of the camera. The uglier he is, the more I have to broadcast it. I can do everything for the audience rating, and do n’t look for Zhao Wenyan. Please, I wo n’t sell Zhao Wenyan ’s face! "
The Song family is following a political line, and the younger generations are more prosperous than others. Unlike ordinary merchants, they naturally speak with confidence.
The staff promised to run away, and Cao Xiaohui was warned under the eyes of everyone, without considering Van Gogharo's face.
Song Nuanwen finished speaking, glanced at the phone, but was surprised to find that his cousin didn't wait to hang up the phone this time, but listened silently.
"Brother, are you still there?" Song Nuan asked in disbelief.
"I'm here." The man was actually there, not immersed in the thesis, and forgot to talk about the call. He also actively asked: "Van Galo signed up for your sea election?"
"Yeah, he's already in the camera studio. He used to be whitewashed a while ago, didn't he say he was a psychic? No, we sent him an invitation letter to let him record the show. He refused at first Afterwards, I did n’t know how to agree again. I might think that like other producers, as long as I bring funds into the group, I can let him do what he wants. Zhao Wenyan has been looking around for him recently, collecting top resources for him, Zhao Guoan The old gentleman also spoke, saying that to hold him at any cost, I really do n’t know what evil these two men have. I ’m already rid of the ugliness anyway, if he wants to use me to set him up as a spirit matchmaker, it ’s not. Possibly, if I do n’t broadcast his ugliness, I will be very compassionate ... "
Song Wenwen chattered endlessly, and the one she did n’t like the most was Fangaro, a person who had no ability and loved energy. If you want to use her program as a stepping stone, don't call yourself a few pounds!
But before she finished, she listened to her cousin briefly and quickly: "I arrived within 20 minutes. You will leave me the position of the judge."
The phone hung up, but Song Nuan still held the phone blankly, not knowing what just happened. A cousin who has never changed his mind because of other people's request? Moxi Moxi? Does she have no hallucinations?

The cameras are all in place, and dozens of spotlights are illuminated from all directions, leaving everything on the field intact. Song Nuan, who is also the moderator, wears a bright yellow dress and stands in front of the camera and introduces: "Hello audience friends, here is the recording site of" The World of Strange People. "We will set a theme every season, such as Necromancers, power men, abilities, etc. The theme of the first season is Necromancer, and our game scene has gathered hundreds of people who claim to have psychic abilities. Are they talking about true or false? ? Is there a phenomenon in the world? Our program will reveal the truth for you. "
Song Nuanwen leaned over to reveal several professional judges sitting on the guest seat. One of them was particularly eye-catching and was captured by several cameras at the same time almost instantaneously. He was frowning and staring at a row of monitors, his eyes flashing frequently, as if searching for something. He wore a three-piece high-definition suit and he wore out the aristocratic sense of pride and indifference, and occasionally without a glance at the temperature, the cameraman's hand could not help shaking.
This is a handsome man, but also a cold man. The more dazzling he is, the more he dares not get close. The other three judges were a little uncomfortable sitting next to him, frequently moved their chairs and arranged their appearance.
Song Nuan introduced the judges one by one, from left to right, the sociologist Dr. Ouyang, the metaphysicist Dr. Lin, and the philosopher Dr. Qian. When introducing the most dazzling man, she said aggravated: "This is World-renowned psychologist Dr. Song Rui. He has two master's degrees in philosophy, three doctorates in psychology, three doctorates in finance, and one doctorate in engineering. He has served as Lampson and Daw Wharton successively. , Renault, McCarthys, and other senior consultants of multinational consortiums, have led many classic mergers and acquisitions, and also served as the guest professor of B major. In his spare time, he also provided consulting services to the police, and captured such fierce as the silver killer, rainy night butcher The serial murderer. Legend has it that he has the ability to see through people's hearts, and he can debunk all your lies at a glance. So in our program, can these psychics escape his eye? Let us wait and see! "
Song Rui's curriculum vitae and record are too glorious, the program team can invite him as if he was plated with gold, and it seemed a lot taller in an instant. What's more, his appearance in the entertainment circle of beautiful people is also the top of the set, and the release there is a guarantee of ratings.
Song Wenneng's gums came out and sat legged next to his cousin, introducing: "Dear judges, have you seen the row of displays in front of you? By connecting the monitors of these displays, you can secretly observe Our contestants, and comment on their first impressions. You can tell which one you like and which one you do n’t like. Let ’s make a prediction for the result first. "
"Don't dare to predict, just comment a little, after all, we will not be psychic." Dr. Qian said, curling his curly hair, with a unique voice.
"Yes, observe the player's situation first." Dr. Ouyang and Dr. Lin quickly echoed.
Song Rui didn't say a word, just supported Yi, and casually glanced at the strange faces in the monitor. These people looked the same to him. Two eyes, one nose and one mouth were like five holes dug in a whiteboard. It was terrible and terrible.
All the players were gathered in a large auditorium, facing an empty stage with a thick curtain. They were either talking together in twos or threes, sitting in rows of chairs and meditating, or dancing and doing exercises, the scene was very chaotic. On the truss above their heads, hundreds of cameras are shooting their every move from all angles.
The off-site host randomly selected a few good-looking players for an interview. One of the players sniffed and said, "I can smell their scent and use it to determine whether they are strong."
So the host asked, "Which one do you think is the most powerful psychic?"
Seeing this, Song Rui's slightly lowered eyes suddenly lifted, and his deep pupils followed the movement of the camera, but he didn't see the most unique face he expected.
The camera recorded a vicissitudes face under the guidance of the contestant, and then a 100% sure comment:
It ’s him, the middle-aged man in a black robe sitting in the corner. His smell is full of violent energy, He is strong! "
The middle-aged man is still meditating with his eyes closed, ignoring the noise around him, and it really looks like a decent person.
The host asked again: "Who do you like besides him?"
The player looked around and hesitated to place three people out: "She, he, she, and the energy are more abundant, I can smell it from afar."
The camera looked for the strongest of the three rumors among the crowd. The first was a young girl, who was pale and leaning in the arms of a middle-aged woman, as if she was extremely uncomfortable; the second was a man in a robe The young man is smiling and talking to the person next to him, his personality seems to be very sunny; the third is a beautiful and tall woman, who is covering her chest with both hands, looking around with cold eyes, and is quite strong.
The host wanted to make more points, so he extended his neck and looked for it. Then he pointed to a young man sitting in a dark corner and asked, "What about him? How do you feel about his ability? You can smell his Does it smell? "
"He?" The player looked at the outfield host's fingertips, and Lisuo's mouth suddenly snapped. Just because the man sitting in the corner was not noticed, once it was seen, it looked like the bright moon in the night, glowing brilliantly. Against the backdrop of pure black fabric, his skin was white and translucent, white and shining, and white was like a finest jade; but his eyes were black and pure, black and strong, and black as if he could not see the bottom Of the abyss. He had his head drooping, his spine straight, his hands clasped under his jaw, waiting quietly like a cypress on a cliff, never anxious, never panicked, or even looked around.
What he sees is a closed world, which makes people around him consciously and unconsciously stay away.
The player who could rely on olfactory stammer stuttered: "He, is he on the wrong set? We are" Wonderful World ", not" Idol 101 "? Hey, he is familiar, isn't it? A star? "
The outfield host did not answer the question: "Can you smell his smell? Is he strong?"
The player immediately forgot his previous doubts and shook his head: "I can't smell it, I can't smell it at all, he is just an ordinary person."
"Really? Then I tell you, he is Fangallo. The star psychic who was on the Internet a while ago, it is said that Gao Yize's death was predicted by him." The outfield host finally revealed the answer.
The player suddenly realized, scratching the back of the head sillyly: "It really is a star! No wonder he looks so beautiful!"
At the same time, several videographers are taking a long and focused shot of Van Gogh's face. Waiting silently, he seemed to be bored by this silent snooping, and suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him. He mixes light and dark, sharp and man's sight, just like a sharp blade, penetrating the display screen in the middle, hitting the eyes of several judges, making them whisper involuntarily.
A few people who didn't take the appearance of Vanguard in the last second, at this moment, realized an indescribable feeling that it seemed that even the soul was firmly involved.
Song Rui had been mentally prepared for a long time, and naturally did not lose his gaze, but his breath remained stagnant for a moment. He stared at the young man on the screen, and then he was surprised to find that the other party was also looking through the camera, breaking through the barrier of time and space, staring at himself straightly, suddenly red lips slightly opened, said silently-we met again.
"... I'm looking forward to our next meeting." In the strong palpitations, Song Rui suddenly remembered the young man's words, and immediately covered his face with his hand, and secretly ticked the corner of his lips.
It turns out that you have even foreseen this reunion.