Debuted in the C position of the thriller variety show

The fragrance of the flowers became more and more obvious.

It seems that the sound of flower petals blooming can be heard on the stage.

[This round adopts a common strategy! 】

[Common strategy is good, so as not to let others take advantage of it, the strategy methods I came up with have been learned in the past]

[? ?What does it mean to take advantage, please explain clearly, who are you talking about]

【Whoever is in a hurry, whoever is talking】

The breeze is coming.

A piece of rose petals slowly fell, following the melody of the wind, it spun around in mid-air, and finally fell into the mud.

A glimmer of light flashed in front of my eyes.

When Xie Xiaozhou opened his eyes again, he had already come to a small bungalow.

Looking up, the small bungalow has a total of three floors, the main body is bright milky white, and the decoration style is biased towards Western style.

There is a garden on the periphery of the small bungalow, in which various flowers are planted, such as goose yellow hydrangeas, pink roses, white roses... The colors are intertwined in depth and light, like a slowly unfolding scroll.

Besides Xie Xiaozhou, three other guests also appeared here.

They were all dressed the same, wearing white shirts and carrying a small suitcase in their hands.

At the same time, the identity information arranged by the program group came into mind.

They are mannequins hired by painters to work for a week.During these seven days, you must obey the artist's arrangement and must not leave this small bungalow.

After reading the identity information, Xu Ran stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang crisply, and before Xu Ran had time to introduce herself to the owner of the small bungalow, the door opened automatically.

A gust of wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows towards the face.

Xu Ran withdrew her hand and walked in first, dragging the suitcase.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled over the cobbled path, making a screeching sound.

The guests walked in one by one.

Xie Xiaozhou was the last one, and after he walked in, the iron door behind him closed again with a "bang".

The door is locked.

The exit for departure is isolated.

Xie Xiaozhou paused and continued to walk in.

[This tone feels so fresh]

[It's not like the style of previous shows at all]

As we all know, "Thriller Variety Show" is an underworld show, and the light and atmosphere in the show have a strong underworld atmosphere.

It may be because this is a love variety show, so this place is brightly colored and full of flowers.

But after Xie Xiaozhou actually walked into it, he realized that what he saw just now was fake, and it was indeed the underworld show here.

As soon as he stepped into the garden, he felt the temperature around his body suddenly drop, and a chill rose up with it.And those brightly colored flowers seem to be made of paper, perfect but unreal.

Xie Xiaozhou glanced aside.

Among the flowers, the soil was moist and fluffy, as if it had just been turned over, and a fishy smell could be faintly smelled.But it's not the earthy smell of the soil itself, but another kind...

Xie Xiaozhou looked back, walked along the cobblestone path, and came to the entrance of the small bungalow.

"creak" sound

The two heavy doors were pushed inward, and the sunlight slanted into it.

Xie Xiaozhou looked in casually, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the paintings hanging on the walls—there were no other extra decorations in the hall, and some only had one painting.Those paintings are big and small, placed high and low, many but not chaotic, which makes people feel a strange beauty.

Xie Xiaozhou went in with other guests. Unlike the guests who were looking around, he stopped in front of a picture frame hanging at the door.

The night sky is painted on the canvas, the main colors are bright colors such as gold and dark blue, but it presents a gloomy atmosphere.

After looking at it for a long time, it seems that a hand stretched out from the painting, dragging people into the abyss.

"Do you like this painting?"

A cold voice sounded, echoing in the empty hall, interrupting Xie Xiaozhou's thoughts.

The guests standing in the hall looked at the place where the voice came from.

Along with the sound of the wheelchair turning, a figure appeared from the other side.

is a painter.

The painter looks sickly, so thin that the sleeves are empty.He was half leaning on the wheelchair, probably just finished painting a painting, and there was still a smear of red paint on the corner of his clothes, which was particularly dazzling.

Xie Xiaozhou met the painter's eyes, which were light gray, as if inlaid with a pair of glass beads.Cold and unpopular.

[The target of this heartbeat is indifferent? 】

[Still a sick beauty, I like it! 】

[I'm still thinking about the poor mermaid baby]

[Come on, Xiaoyu, get 100% heartbeat! 】

Before Xie Xiaozhou could answer, Xu Ran on the side couldn't wait to answer: "I think Mr. Painter's paintings are very good, I like them very much!"

The painter stays not far away, his eyes drift away, and no one knows whether he is looking at the painting or the person in front of the painting.

Only he himself understood that he was looking at this boy.

The young man stood in front of the picture frame, his soft black hair drooping down, his eyes were bright and round, and he had a natural feeling of innocence.

There is no other color, only the purest cleanness, just like a clean and pure white paper, which makes people want to draw on it.

The painter paused slightly, wanting to explore a little deeper.

Over there, Xu Ran's rainbow fart letter was pinched: "As soon as I saw these paintings, I felt the full of emotions in them, and the light and color are also perfect..."

It's just that no matter how Xu Ran praised him, the painter's face was always pale.His eyelashes drooped, swept over the red mark on the cuff, and said in a neutral tone, "Really?"

Xu Ran noticed that the painter was a little weird, but after saying that, he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Yes, yes."

After the voice fell, there was only silence in the hall.

Lu Lu hesitated for a moment, took the initiative to break the deadlock, and said to the painter, "We are here to apply for models."

In the first round, Xie Xiaozhou got 100% heartbeat, which resulted in the latter two guests having no chance to play.

In order to recover the heart rate, they must perform well in the second round.That's why Lu Lu and Xu Ran were so active.

The painter's eyes fell on Lu Lu, but no one was reflected in the glazed eyes, only the cold light reflected.

At that moment, Lu Lu felt a sharp utility knife cut her skin, looking at the flow of blood and the beating of internal organs.

A wave of extreme fear emerged, making her want to escape from all of this.

Fortunately, Lu Lu is a senior guest, so she didn't lose her composure on the spot.She suppressed her instincts and kept a sweet smile.

The painter withdrew his gaze, pinched a handkerchief with his fingertips, covered his lips, and coughed softly: "I only need a model."

His voice echoed in the hall, as cold as a cold spring.

The painter only needs one model, but there are four guests on the scene.

Everyone is originally a competitor, so the hostility is more obvious.

Lu Lu's heart skipped a beat, and she pretended to be naive and said, "We are all models you hired, why do you only need one?"

The girl's voice is as sweet as bee sugar.

No matter what kind of man it is, in this case, the attitude will always be relaxed.

But the painter didn't respond, and just repeated indifferently: "I just want a model."

The smile on Lu Lu's face couldn't hold back, and she reluctantly asked, "Then how do you plan to choose?"

Hearing this, the painter raised his eyelids and glanced at the four people present.

After turning around, his eyes still came to Xie Xiaozhou.Obviously, he already has a favorite candidate.

Shen Yueyu noticed this pause, and before the painter had time to speak, he took the first step and said: "Mr. Painter, which model is better, you have to try it before you can choose it. You can't be so hasty."

The painter's fingers loosened, and they rested lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair.His fingers were beautiful, thin and straight, and they were born for holding pens.

Seeing that his attitude had softened, Shen Yueyu struck while the iron was hot: "What do you think?"

The painter also felt that there was some reason, and turned his indifferent face to the side, and did not look at Xie Xiaozhou again: "Then, who will come first?"

Xu Ran hastily said, "I'll come!"

After Lu Lu regained her breath, she also actively competed: "Sir, let me do it!"

The two looked at each other, secretly competing.

The painter ignored their dispute and turned the wheelchair around. The wheelchair rolled and headed towards the corridor.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shen Yueyu helped hold the wheelchair: "Mr. Painter, let me do it..."

The painter did not refuse either, allowing Shen Yueyu to push him into the depths of the corridor.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Lu and Xu Ran were still vying to be the first one, but Shen Yueyu took the opportunity to miss them. They glared fiercely, turned their heads away and stopped looking at each other.

The three guests fought like cockfights, but Xie Xiaozhou was watching the painting there.

These paintings are all from the hands of the artist.

The colors seem bright and bright, but the content expressed is gloomy and terrifying.The more you look down, the more frightening it is.

What a person draws can more or less reflect the inner world.

So... is this the painter's world?

Xie Xiaozhou watched seriously, and suddenly a voice came from beside him: "Aren't you worried?" At some point, Lu Lu came to his side.

He turned his head and asked puzzledly, "What are you worried about?"

Lu Lu lowered her voice: "Aren't you afraid that Shen Yueyu will be the first to reach 100% heart rate?"

"Love heartbeat connection! "The rule is that when a guest reaches 100% heartbeat, it is announced that other guests have failed.

Xie Xiaozhou rubbed his chin with his hand: "It seems... there is no need for this."

Lu Lu stared at the young man motionlessly, wanting to get an answer: "Do you think Shen Yueyu is not a threat?"

Xie Xiaozhou said, "I just think that it's not so easy for painters to attack."

He could sense that the painter was dangerous.

If the mermaid is the water surface that can be seen through at a glance, it is crystal clear; then the painter is the abyss, the depth is unfathomable.

And now that you don't know what's going on, it's not a good choice to rashly get in touch with your favorite target.

He needs to obtain more information in order to come up with a perfect strategy method.

Seeing that the provocation was unsuccessful, Lu Lu had no choice but to give up this idea for the time being.

The three guests were waiting in the hall.

They thought it would take a while for Shen Yueyu to come back, but just as the clock hanging on the hall passed a small tick, they saw Shen Yueyu's voice coming out of the corridor.

Lu Lu quickly got up and glanced behind him: "Where's the painter?" She asked, "What did you guys do?"

Shen Yueyu glanced at Lu Lu: "The painter's paint is used up, and we'll talk about the trial model tomorrow."

Originally, according to his temperament, he would definitely not share effective information with his competitors.But this is what the painter told him to say, so he had to tell others exactly.

Lu Lu: "Tomorrow..."

Shen Yueyu continued: "The painter said, let us live on the second floor."

Lu Lu couldn't help but glance at him.

Among the guests, only Shen Yueyu spent some time alone with the painter, and he didn't know what happened, let alone whether he had reached the heart rate.

Shen Yueyu noticed Lu Lu's gaze: "What do you see me doing?" After speaking, he picked up his suitcase and walked upstairs.

On the second floor, Shen Yueyu pushed open a door and walked in.

Lu Lu chased after her and wanted to ask some more questions, but the door was locked by Shen Yueyu from the inside, and she couldn't push it open no matter what.

Lu Lu had no choice but to give up.

【Shen Yueyu is so selfish, she even hid the clues and didn't tell them】

[Hehe, is there a Virgin Mary in "Thriller Variety Show"? 】

【I think Xiao Yu is right. In this case, it is definitely the most important thing to keep yourself alive】

There are a total of four rooms on the second floor, and the guests happen to be in one room per person.

Xie Xiaozhou went upstairs after everyone else had finished selecting.The rest of the rooms are near the stairs, which are narrower than other rooms and still shaded.

Push the door and walk in, and you can feel some damp on the walls of the room, and there is a strange atmosphere around it.

Xie Xiaozhou covered his nose and wanted to open the window in the past.

It's just that the link of the window is rusted, no matter how hard you push it, it can only open a gap.He subconsciously looked out from the gap.

The painter is sitting in the garden admiring the flowers.

From where Xie Xiaozhou was, he could just see the artist's side face.

The painter has a thin figure and a sickly face.It may be a chronic illness, he doesn't have too many emotions, and has always been indifferent, as if frozen.

Xie Xiaozhou was about to look back when he saw the painter stretch out his palm, grabbed a bunch of roses and broke them off.

He didn't simply pick flowers, but... ravaged life.

The petals were crushed between the painter's fingers and scattered in the soil.

During this process, he still had no expression on his face, he just stared at the petals on the ground seriously, and kept repeating this meaningless behavior.

Seeing this scene, Xie Xiaozhou suddenly thought of the actions of children who have no fear of life torturing ants and breaking earthworms—the painter also ignores life.

Xie Xiaozhou was about to observe for a while, when he lowered his head and saw the painter's eyes.

Those eyes were like glass, showing a translucent color, cold and without any emotion.

Xie Xiaozhou wanted to avoid the painter's gaze, but just as he moved, he stopped again.He thought for a moment, and then showed a bright and innocent smile at the painter.

The painter stared at it for a moment, then looked away, and pushed the wheelchair to go elsewhere.

It wasn't until the painter's figure disappeared from sight that Xie Xiaozhou looked away.He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the painter's appearance and behavior.

The painter...Xie Xiaozhou could sense that he was a little similar to the doctor, but overall they had completely opposite personalities.

The doctor controls death and thinks that death is a gift and a way to express love; while the painter... despises life and is indifferent to everything and has no emotion.

Xie Xiaozhou was also used to the humidity in the room, and fell on the bed as soon as he threw his head back.He rested his forearm on his forehead, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Different goals require different methods.

What kind of person does the painter set his heart on?

Crazy, cunning, or... naive.

Thinking about it, the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

***

separated by a wall.

Shen Yueyu is also thinking about this problem - he must brush up to 100% heart rate in this session to ensure the No.1 position.

But in the end how to attack the heart of the target?

Shen Yueyu has no idea yet, but he has another idea.

In fact, he didn't need to rush to attack the painter, let the other guests out first, wouldn't he naturally be able to attack slowly?

Thinking of this, Shen Yueyu showed a smug smile on his face.

Fortunately, he hid his hand and did not tell others everything the painter said.If used well, they might be eliminated directly.

***

The night outside the window was dark, and the sky was like ink splashes, leaving no stars.

The strong wind blew, causing the flowers and branches to sway and rustle.

Under the cover of the gust of wind, the screams and wailing in the depths of the small western-style building were concealed, and no one noticed anything unusual.

After a while.

The wailing sound gradually decreased until it became nothing.

Gulu——

The wheelchair rolled over the marble tiles.

The artist holds a transparent glass bottle in his hand, which contains half a bottle of paint.The color of the paint is bright, like blood stains.

He raised his head, and the corners of his usually cold and pale lips turned red.

***

The next morning.

The guests got up very early and gathered in the hall.

After waiting for a while, the painter's figure appeared from the corridor.He looked weaker than yesterday, the blanket covering his knees was thickened again, the sleeves slid down, and the skin on his wrists was so white that veins could be seen.

Lu Lu took a step forward, with concerned eyes, and asked in a crisp voice: "It was very windy last night, Mr. Painter, how are you?"

The painter pushed the wheelchair and passed by as if he didn't see this person.

Lu Lu was a little embarrassed.

This is the route she took. Usually in other love shows, as long as she has a thick skin, she can get some heartbeat points more or less.

Unexpectedly, this trick is useless in front of the painter.

When Lu Lu paused, Xu Ran immediately caught up with her and said, "Mr. Painter, have your paints arrived yet?"

Hearing the word "pigment", the painter had some reaction: "...Here we are." He suffered from the cold and his voice was a little hoarse.

Lu Lu tried hard to find a sense of existence: "Then can Mr. Painter start to choose?"

The painter covered his lips and coughed lightly: "Yes."

Shen Yueyu couldn't help it either: "Mr. Painter, let me come first..."

The painter's eyes fell on one of them: "Follow me."

Xie Xiaozhou who hadn't spoken yet: "?"

[Zhouzhou Chong!Get me the painter of sick beauty! 】

[I think the painter wanted to choose Zhouzhou before, but was snatched away by No. 1]

[What about the evidence?Can’t talk nonsense without evidence]

[That is, everyone is competing fairly, what is there to grab or not? 】

The bullet screen is about to be pinched again.

Similar to the atmosphere of the barrage, the hall of Xiaoyanglou is also full of gunpowder.

Lu Lu and Xu Ran, who have always been the most attentive, stared at Xie Xiaozhou.

Even Shen Yueyu couldn't control it, his face darkened.

They were so busy, guest No. 2 was selected without doing anything?

What kind of magic does this man have?Could it be drugging the target?

The eyes of other guests wished to swallow Xie Xiaozhou alive.

Xie Xiaozhou was in a good mood, with a faint smile on his face unconsciously.

But he didn't go over, but tried to refuse the painter's request: "Mr. Painter, they all want to go, why not let them try first."

He seems to be completely incapable of seeing other people's fighting openly and secretly. He is still naive and ignorant, and wants to give up the opportunity to others.

The painter's eyes inspected the boy, trying to see the truth.

But when he cut open the boy's heart, what he saw was still a pure and flawless heart.

The painter said indifferently: "I chose you."

Xie Xiaozhou lowered his head, and a strand of hair on top of his head shook: "Okay..."

After failing to refuse, he pushed the painter and walked towards the corridor.

***

in the hall.

Shen Yueyu stared at Xie Xiaozhou's back, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Lu curled her lips: "Who does he think he is, and still give us a chance? Pretending to be a virgin."

Xu Ran let out a sigh of relief: "Being the first is not necessarily a good thing. Look at Shen Yueyu who was the first to attack in the last session..." He was out.

Before he could speak, he stopped.

Because, the person concerned was standing on the side, and his expression was not very good-looking.

Xu Ran changed the subject abruptly: "How about we go to another place?"

***

The painter's studio is in the corridor.

There seemed to be another room in the deepest part of the corridor, but the painter stopped in the penultimate room and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Several plaster statues were placed at the door of the room. After walking in, Xie Xiaozhou saw a huge window opened on the wall. The window was bright and clear, and the sunlight shone through it, and fine dust floating in the air could be seen.

The painter pushed the wheelchair and came to the easel.He picked up a pencil and sharpened it with a box knife.

rustling—

Crumbs of the pencil fell from his fingers and ended up floating on the side of the wheelchair.

The studio must have been used for a long time, and there are still traces of paint in the cracks of the floor tiles.

On the floor tile where the painter is, a smear of red paint is particularly obvious.

Xie Xiaozhou turned his head and quietly observed the painter's movements.

The painter was sick and looked so skinny that he couldn't even support his clothes.But his hands are very steady, no matter whether he is holding a pen or a knife, there is no tremor at all.

The utility knife was sharp and accurate in his hand.

After a while, a sharpened pencil appeared in his hand.

The painter pinches the pencil and raises his head: "Take it off."

Xie Xiaozhou almost thought he heard it wrong, and asked reflexively, "What?"

The painter said flatly, "Take off your clothes."

Xie Xiaozhou: "..."

Is this what it means to be a model?