Chapter 62:

Fan Jialuo suddenly looked back and scared everyone who was hiding in the observation room. Even Song Nuan, who was known as a general, could not help but be shocked.
The philosopher Dr. Qian sighed: "It is worthy of being a star and has a sharp eye."
The sociologist Dr. Ouyang laughed and laughed while calming down: "I almost thought he could really see us."
"Yeah," the metaphysicist Dr. Lin echoed: "Suddenly, I looked at him suddenly, and my eyes were so sharp. It was really scary. But I heard about him. Although he predicted Gao Yize's death, But someone posted a Weibo post to puncture his scam, saying that the death sketch was copied based on a photo taken at the scene of Gao Yize's death. The so-called prophecy is just a hype. "
Song Wenwen laughed sarcastically: "I also read that Weibo. I have to say that this Mr. Fan's hype is really inferior. He can dare to compile such a scam that can be pierced so easily. It seems that his brain is not very bright. Oh yes, he just said a word to the camera just now, Dr. Song, you are proficient in lips, can you tell us what he said? "
Song Rui felt slightly uncomfortable with Song Nuan's irony, but instead of looking at her, she kept staring at the young man who hung his head down on the screen and waited again, whispering: "He's saying-we'll meet again."
Song Nuanwen hurriedly asked the director to replay the footage for a few minutes, and then compared the words with the words one by one, and found that the sentence really meant that-we met again.
"Who did he meet with? Which player on the field did he know?" Song Nuan was puzzled.
Song Rui laughed softly and said slowly: "I also participated in the Gao Yize falling from the tower, and I once confronted Mr. Fan twice, and defeated twice. He looked directly at us and said that in this Observing the room, it seems that the only person who can deserve this reunion speech is me? "
He raised his head and looked straight at the cousin, his voice dull as if it were a sandstorm: "Don't you ever think that he can really penetrate the barrier of time and space, see us hiding here? There are two follow-up photographers around him, and there are dozens of monitors around him. How did he find the only one among so many recording instruments that can connect the movie to the observation room? This large central display allows all of us to see his monitor at the same time? His keenness is far beyond your imagination. "
Song Rui stared at the young man on the screen, saying one by one: "I don't know if he is a psychic, but I know that he is not ordinary."
Song Wenwen asked in disbelief: "You just said that you have fought against Van Gogh twice and lost twice?" No wonder she couldn't accept this reality, because in her twenty years of life, she I have never seen the failure of my cousin, so I have always firmly believed that there is nothing in the world that my cousin cannot do.
Song Rui nodded and responded, but there was no frustration in his eyes, but an unusually bright light flashing.
Song Wenwen chewed his cousin's words just now, only to find that Van Gogh was a bit unusual. So many monitors are installed around him, and the images taken by these machines are converted and broadcast on these screens at any time. Everything is random and uncertain, but he has no hesitation, straight, The monitor with the best shooting angle and precisely connected to the middle display screen was precisely found, so that all the judges had to accept the impact of his sharp eyes. He even knew that there was an old man in this observation room. Was it all a coincidence?
Song Wennuan could not get the answer, but she actually knew that it was not ordinary people who could make her cousin look at each other. This Van Gogh is a bit interesting!
Thinking about this, she avoided the camera and sent a message to the director, asking him to arrange more shots for Vanguard. In fact, without her command, the director also realized the magical effect of the addition of Van Gogh to this reality show. Not to mention whether his ability is true or false, only the moment he appears is enough to attract the attention of too many people.
He hasn't appeared in public for a long time, his appearance is more grand than before, and his temperament is more unique. Even the smallest move, he can show a thrilling beauty. But his facial features have not changed much, just a little longer, and there are more lingering places, and more imaginative blanks, especially the extremely black pupils, which are mysterious. Light.
It stands to reason that his appearance should have attracted a lot of attention, but when he stood in the dark, it really seemed to have disappeared.
The director was shocked by Van Gogh when he first met, but he couldn't understand how he ignored the other party anyway. He couldn't help turning on a spotlight above Van Gogh's head, allowing the other to escape from the sudden bright light.
This seat, which was suddenly illuminated, attracted the attention of all the contestants, and it was only then that they took a breath and looked at the young man sitting in the beam of light in amazement. He was so dazzling, and when he dazzled, he felt his pupils sting.
Song Rui held his breath and eagerly wanted to know how Fangallo, who was being watched by everyone, would respond.
But Fangallo was still sitting with his head hanging down, his back straight, his knees covered. When the strong light projected down, he didn't even twitch his eyelashes.
The entire auditorium was quiet because of his glory. The director saw that he didn't respond at all. He didn't get the expected effect of the show at all. He could only turn off the spotlight.
Once again, the small corner where Van Gogh was hidden in darkness. Several contestants whispered: "He is Fangallo, the star of the hype psychic man who said he foreseen Gao Yize's death, but in fact just copied a picture of the death scene and released it as a death notice. On the Internet. Later, he was stripped by the original owner of the photo and became a joke for many people. "
"Ah, I know this, he is a bit inferior, and his brain is still mentally retarded."
"Don't your brains come to our show to find abuse? I just heard the deputy director teach his agent that he will definitely not help him cheat on the show. The news that he signed up for this show has been released , Now it will only be more embarrassing to quit.
"Then he is miserable. Our show is 100% authentic."
The more these people talked, the harder they were, and they devalued Van Gogh to nothing, causing the rest of the players to leave a bad impression on him. Most of the people who dare to sign up have some real skills, or they firmly believe that they have real skills, so they look down on ordinary people, and Van Gaal is an ordinary person mixed in them, so naturally became a target.
The follow-up photographer faithfully recorded the crowd's exclusion and criticism of the Fangallo, which is also a major attraction after the show.
Song Nuan looked at the screen switched by the director and was excited: "It is indeed a wise move to invite Fangallo to participate in the show. The first drama conflict is almost on him. Cousin, you must be sure to pick his post on the Internet. I have n’t seen it. You ’ll know that he is a liar. The death sketch is actually a forgery. Someone must have provided false confessions to the police! "
Whether Sun Ying provided false confessions, Song Rui knew better than anyone, but he was too lazy to distinguish himself from others, and he just focused on bringing up the picture just now, fast forwarding and playing back over and over again. Van Gaal was like a huge doubt, which made him desperate to get close and crazy to explore.
In the picture, the spotlights suddenly turned on, and Vangallo sat quietly; in a few moments, the spotlights went out, and Vangallo still sat quietly. However, at the junction where the lights were turned on and off, only 0.01 seconds, Song Rui could not capture the figure of that person. He disappeared into the darkness that came suddenly!
Song Rui suffocated, and then repeatedly replayed this moment, and then repeatedly intercepted the screen, and finally intercepted the precise 0.01 seconds after dozens of attempts-in the original sitting position of Van Gogh, a darkness shrouded, but The slender figure disappeared, but he disappeared inexplicably, disappeared without a trace, as if completely integrated into the darkness around him.
Does he really exist? Is there a problem with the recording device? How can there be a person integrated with darkness? Song Rui took off the gold wire glasses and skillfully rubbed the painful eyebrows. It seems that as soon as he meets Vanguard, he will be in confusion all the time.
He deleted the screenshots and allowed the program to broadcast normally, without telling anyone his findings. Because his position was so transcendent, when he was playing with his computer, there was no one in the observation room to stop it, and he didn't dare to look around curiously.
Song Nuan extended his neck and peeped two eyes, and found that the screen was full of Van Gogh, and he could not help but pouted.
In the auditorium, the off-site host is still interviewing the contestants. The olfactory psychic boy was introducing himself to the camera: "My name is Ahuo, from the deep valley of the Himalayas, and I am from the Hunza tribe. Have you heard of the Hungza tribe? Certainly not because we are The ethnic group is not among the 56 ethnic groups. It is an unborn tribe. The people there are never sick and have very good health. I found myself able to psychic when I was six years old, so I always thought I was the most special, but when I arrived here I realized that many people's abilities are above me. "
The host asked with special interest: "So Ahuo, can you make a prediction about the outcome of this sea election? Who do you think will enter the preliminary round?"
"First of all, there must be me." Ahuo grinned and smiled with white teeth: "The uncle in black robe is definitely the first, the little girl with white face is great, the beautiful sister, the little Taoist , And that handsome man, they will all enter the preliminary round. They have a strong aura! "
Finally, Ah Huo was a very handsome man in an expensive suit and diamond earrings. He was keenly aware of the attention of the host and the photographer, so he put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly, asking with a smile: "What are you talking about?"
The outfield host was fascinated by his demeanor and froze for a second or two before saying: "Ahuo predicts that you will enter the preliminary round. He thinks you are one of the most capable of all players."
"Oh? Is this Ahuo?" The handsome man reached out and shook hands with Ahuo, every move was very elegant: "My name is Ding Puhang, can I make a friend with you? I can also see that your strength is very good Strong. "
"Ah, thank you for the compliment!" Ahuo began to feel helpless after the man approached. He smelled a very disturbing smell, but he didn't understand what it was. But based on past experience, most people with this taste are dangerous and must stay away.
The man glanced at him, moved his steps back, and opened the distance, 1.2 meters, not more and more. It was a safe distance between people who could not only communicate cordially but also maintain an excessive distance.
Ah Huo sighed with relief, and the man raised the corner of his lips slightly, his eyes flashing a little dark.
"Ah Huo still optimistic about who can you tell me?" Ding Puhang asked politely.
"Ah, I still like the uncle, the two sisters, and the Taoist priest. They will make it to the finals 100%." ​​Ah Huo was so confident in his judgment that he even crossed the sea elections directly to predict the final results. .
Ding Puhang frowned slightly and pointed to Van Gogh, who was sitting in the corner, and asked, "What about him? Don't you think he is good?"
"He, I can't smell the smell on him. He should be an ordinary person." Ahuo shook his head.
"Can't you smell a scent?" Ding Puhang frowned more tightly.
"Yes, no smell at all." Ahuo continued to shake his head.
"Okay, I know." Ding Puhang nodded slightly and walked neatly.
The outfield host and A Huo looked at his back in a daze, but they couldn't figure out what he wanted to do when he walked by and said, what did he want to do? How much face? It doesn't look like he's extravagant!
Ah Huo scratched his head and sniffed his nose sniffing in the air. He suddenly beat his head hard and wailed: "Ah, I'm wrong! I'm so wrong! Why am I so stupid! Everyone knows There are smells, and all are different, but Van Gogh is the only person I met who can't smell the slightest smell, which is abnormal! "
"What's wrong with Fangallo?" The outfield host asked in confusion.
Ah Huo blushed with excitement: "Van Gallo is the only person in the world who doesn't smell. Do you know? Although I haven't seen the world yet, he is absolutely unique in my world. There is no one with He's the same! I can't smell him, he is cleaner than the snow on the Himalayas! "
"Is this description too exaggerated?" The outfield host was full of black lines.
"No exaggeration, I can smell the breath of white snow on the Himalayas, some astringent, some sweet, very faint, very very faint! I thought it was the lightest scent in the world, but Van Gogh was like that There is no faint breath, do you understand what it means? This means that he is thinner than the instant snow, he is either a void or a closed world. He has the ability to close himself and others. , This is incredible. I want to change my prediction, he will definitely make it to the final! "
Ahuo said that he ran towards Fangalore, like a big dog who saw his bones and was afraid of being robbed by others.
The outfield host who was left behind by him could only smile at the camera.
At the same time, Song Rui stared at this scene on the display screen and secretly pondered: nothingness? Are you real?
Not knowing why, he specifically rejected the negative answer.