Debuted in the C position of the thriller variety show

[Undressing, is it so exciting as soon as you come in? 】

【Undress!Take off! 】

[I didn't expect that the artist just looked indifferent, and it would be terrible when he opened his mouth]

Undress.

It was the first time Xie Xiaozhou heard such a straightforward request, and couldn't help but glance at the painter.

The painter was sitting not far away, with an indifferent curve on the side of his face, without any extra emotion on his face, as if he just said something without other meaning.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyelids and didn't look at Xie Xiaozhou again.

It must have been a mistake, it was simply undressing.

Moreover, Xie Xiaozhou clearly understood that it was not a request, but an order.

Thinking of this, Xie Xiaozhou raised his forearm, pressed his fingers on the neckline, bent his fingertips slightly, and unbuttoned the top button.

The cream buttons were undone, and the collar of the shirt fanned out to the sides.It's like peeling a zongzi, revealing the delicate and soft filling inside.

That touch of skin is even three points better than the whiteness of the shirt.

The collarbone extends towards the shoulders, forming a delicate and delicate hollow.

The buttons were undone one by one.

The hem of the shirt is shaking, and the covered scenery can be seen vaguely.

The last button was also loosened, Xie Xiaozhou paused, seeing that the artist did not speak, bit his lip silently.

In fact, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

In the past, in the film crew, for the sake of acting, I would take it off as soon as I said it, and I was not shy at all.But not now, in order to maintain the "innocence and simplicity" character in front of the painter, I still have to pretend.

——It seems that the artist likes this kind of character design.

Xie Xiaozhou turned around, turned his back to the painter, and then slowly took off the white shirt.

The painter raised his eyelids, and what caught his eyes was a floor-to-ceiling window, through which the sun shone in. There were a lot of flowers outside, and the deep and shallow flowers were arranged together, which was full of vitality.

But these are not important.

The boy standing in the middle of the floor-to-ceiling windows immediately took away all eyes.

The boy simply stood there, and the white shirt fell to the ground, stirring up fine dust.

He turned his back to the person, showing his clean back.Probably because it has never been exposed to the sun, the skin on the back is as delicate as fine drawing paper, and the butterfly bones on both sides protrude slightly, as if it had really grown wings.

The painter's little finger trembled unconsciously.

It's... clean and pure.

However, the more beautiful things are, the more they should be destroyed.

The painter coughed and seemed to be sighing again.

[Is this really what we can see here? 】

【This is art, what can't be seen】

[That is, we must look at all this with the eyes of art, don't ask, asking is dedicating to art]

【Hee hee, I hope to dedicate myself a few more times】

Xie Xiaozhou felt a chill on his back, and when he looked back, he happened to meet the painter's eyes.

The painter is admiring him.

After realizing this, Xie Xiaozhou was a little uneasy and didn't know where to put his hands.He lowered his head and said hesitantly, "W-do you want to continue?"

The boy's voice was different from before, with a slightly crying tone, and a touch of red unconsciously appeared at the end of his eyes.

It seems that if it continues, a little water will come out.

Such a response is unqualified for the profession of modeling.

but……

The painter's voice was cold: "Forget it."

Xie Xiaozhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard the painter's voice again: "Modeling."

Xie Xiaozhou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with some restraint, the sunlight just covered his body, making his skin look radiant and fair, and even the ends of his hair were covered with a layer of dark golden light.

The painter looked at the young man with a critical eye, thinking about what kind of modeling should be used to match the scenery.

Time passed little by little.

Xie Xiaozhou didn't look at the painter, kept his head down, his fingers tangled up uneasily.Suddenly, the sound of a wheelchair rolling rang out in the studio.

The painter came to Xie Xiaozhou's side, and said in a tone that did not allow rejection: "Kneel down."

Hearing this, Xie Xiaozhou was like a frightened deer, his black and white eyes were full of hesitation.

The painter pinched a silk scarf to cover the corners of his lips, and coughed: "Didn't you hear?" Even if it was a question, it didn't have any strong emotions, as if it was just stating a simple sentence.

Xie Xiaozhou bit his lip lightly: "...Yes."

He finally obeyed the painter's words, and his knees fell on the cold and hard floor tiles. His hands had nowhere to rest, so he had to hang on one side first.

In the artist's eyes, the boy half-kneeled in front of the glass window, making the butterfly bone on his back more obvious, covered with a thin layer of skin, like a broken wing.

Without further orders, Xie Xiaozhou maintained this posture.After a while, the sound of a wheelchair rolling was heard again.

He thought the painter was gone, but as soon as he relaxed, he felt a sharp thing poke his back.

It was a sharpened pencil.

The tip of the pencil was sharpened and scratched across the skin, leaving a long mark. The ink color seemed to be smeared into the flesh, which was difficult to fade away.

Xie Xiaozhou shivered subconsciously.

The painter went around his back, holding a pencil in his pale and thin fingers, and was pressing against a piece of soft flesh.

"Relax," said the painter.

Xie Xiaozhou: "..."

How can he relax?

"Mr. Painter..." There was pleading in his voice.

The painter was unmoved, and said coldly: "I don't like to say the same sentence twice." He looked at the boy, "I won't make an exception for you every time."

Xie Xiaozhou had no choice but to relax his body, adjusted his posture according to the painter's request, and looked out the window with his head sideways.

The sun is a bit harsh.

He blinked his eyes, unconsciously overflowing with physiological tears.

The painter is still not satisfied.

The boy is almost perfect, but there is still something missing.

Less... a little color.

The painter pushed open the window, stretched out his hand and took off a handful of roses with difficulty.

The rose is delicate and delicate, with the morning dew on the petals.

But the painter showed no mercy, his actions could be called rude, he pinched the roses to pieces, and sprinkled some roses around the young man.

A petal slowly fell and landed on Xie Xiaozhou's skin, feeling slightly chilled.

The painter said: "Stretch out your hand."

Xie Xiaozhou stretched out his hands and held the thing that fell from the sky.

It was the only complete rose, and the petals were bright red, as if dyed with the blood of a nightingale.

The painter was finally satisfied, and returned to the shelf, holding the pen, drawing a line draft on the white paper.

Swish-

The studio was cut off from outside sounds, and it was silent, only the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a slight sound.

One line after another appeared on the white paper, forming a rough outline.

The form of the boy is vivid on the paper.

Xie Xiaozhou kept that posture still.

Being a model is a very boring thing. After a long time, it will inevitably become a little boring.He stole a glance at the painter.

The painter holds the drawing board in one hand and the pen in the other.His expression was focused, and he glanced at Xie Xiaozhou from time to time.

It's just that there are no other emotions in those glass-like pupils, and the boy is just used as a mannequin.

Xie Xiaozhou quietly turned his head and looked at other places in the studio.

Unlike the empty hall outside, the things placed in the studio are miscellaneous but not chaotic.

There are various painting tools, plaster statues, and one easel after another stacked in the corner, covered with a layer of black cloth, which should be unfinished paintings.

After the observation, Xie Xiaozhou looked at the painter again.

The painting is not finished yet.

The artist is sitting in front of the easel, the hand holding the brush is a little thin, but the wrist is strong, the sleeve slides down slightly, and a blue vein can clearly be seen emerging.

Xie Xiaozhou could feel the painter's indifference, as if his whole body was frozen, separating himself from the emotions of the outside world.

It's only different when painting.

How can such a painter get 100% heartfelt.

Xie Xiaozhou was engrossed in his thoughts.

"Ahem..." The painter's cough recalled Xie Xiaozhou's thoughts.

Xie Xiaozhou woke up with a start, his lips moved, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

The painter put down the brush, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his fingertips seriously: "You can go out now."

Xie Xiaozhou was startled, seeing that the painter didn't look at him again, then he picked up the shirt on the ground and stood up.

He put his shirt on, wanting to take a look at the contents of the painting.

However, it seemed that the painter did not want to show others.

Xie Xiaozhou glanced at it calmly, but didn't see anything, so he had to leave the studio first.

After walking out of the studio, the door behind him closed gently, and there was a "click", and the door was locked from the inside.

There was still the last button of the shirt left unbuttoned, Xie Xiaozhou stopped for a moment, bowed his head and buttoned it up.

At this time, a cold wind blew over from the depths of the corridor, carrying a bone-chilling chill.He looked over and saw a door in the deepest part.

The door was dark and heavy, leaving no gaps.It seems that there is a magical power driving people to open it.

Xie Xiaozhou moved his fingers and took a step towards that side.But soon he reacted and looked away.

Even if you want to find out, it's not now.

He turned around and walked towards the other side of the corridor.

***

studio.

The painter half leaned on the wheelchair.

After Xie Xiaozhou left, the time in the studio seemed to be frozen, no other sounds could be heard, and there was no change.

I don't know how long it has passed, the artist raised his hand, and gently rubbed the paper with his fingertips.

The white paper was no longer white, and the boy's silhouette was drawn on it.

The young man looked innocent and innocent, especially his round and bright eyes, which were as vivid as a deer.

Just something was missing.

The painter's finger brushed the boy's lips vaguely.

Here, some color is missing.

The painter picked up the utility knife on the side, lowered his eyes, and lightly stroked on the belly of his left finger, pulling out a long and narrow wound.

A little blood came out.

But the painter couldn't feel the pain, and his expression didn't change.

He raised his hand, his finger landed on the canvas, and deliberately rubbed it against the wound.

After withdrawing his hand, a bright red mark appeared on the drawing paper, which happened to depict the boy's lips.

All of a sudden, all the colors on the drawing paper brightened up.The teenager also becomes alive because of this.

Only then did the painter sigh in satisfaction, and slowly lowered his hands.

Tick.

A drop of blood slipped from the pale fingertips, shattered on the floor tiles, and penetrated into it.

***

Xie Xiaozhou walked back to the hall.

The other guests had been waiting. Seeing Xie Xiaozhou come out, Lu Lu couldn't wait to greet her, and asked, "Did the artist say anything?"

Xie Xiaozhou raised his forearm and buttoned the top of the cuff, only to find that the sleeve was stained with a trace of paint.

He reached out and rubbed it, and the paint had solidified on it and could not be removed.

Lu Lu didn't get a response, so she continued to ask: "You mean, when is it our turn to go?"

Xie Xiaozhou paused before realizing: "What?"

Lu Lu repeated: "When are we going to apply for models?"

Xie Xiaozhou was at a loss: "I don't know."

Lu Lu: "Why don't you know? Didn't the artist tell you?"

Xie Xiaozhou hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

With sharp eyes, Lu Lu immediately saw Xie Xiaozhou's hesitation, and doubted in her heart: "Really?"

Now even Xu Ran leaned forward: "Didn't you say whose turn it will be next?"

Xie Xiaozhou's eyes fluttered, and he swept over Shen Yueyu not far away: "No."

If he admitted it openly, the other guests would naturally not doubt it, but this reaction now makes people have to think about it.

Especially Shen Yueyu, after seeing him in this way, he immediately felt that he would be the next one to become a model.

Lu Lu wanted to continue asking, but Xie Xiaozhou had already gone upstairs, leaving only the other guests staring at each other.

Especially Shen Yueyu couldn't help but look at that corridor.

【what happened?Isn't it obvious that the painter didn't say anything? 】

【Zhouzhou is lying】

[Hehe, No. 2 finally showed his true colors, and pretended to be innocent]

[It can't be said that Zhou Zhou is deceiving people, isn't this the wisher being fooled?It can only be said that they are too stupid]

***

Xie Xiaozhou walked to the second floor, stopped at the entrance of the corridor, and inadvertently glanced at the people standing downstairs.

The three guests struggled for a while, then dispersed, and then Shen Yueyu sneaked towards the corridor by himself.

Xie Xiaozhou chuckled lightly.

Although he didn't know why Shen Yueyu targeted him, it wasn't in his nature to be beaten passively all the time, so he had to find some ground.

This time, he was the one who dug a hole for Shen Yueyu.

It can't be regarded as digging a hole, what he said is all the truth, so it can only be said--the wisher took the bait.

If Shen Yueyu was fooled, he would go to the studio to search for it. If he met a painter and died, it would be his bad luck.

In this way, Shen Yueyu can also be used to test the character of the painter.

***

After Xie Xiaozhou finished those ambiguous words, Shen Yueyu began to suspect that he was hiding something else.

After all, that's what Shen Yueyu did. With his own precedent here, he had to be suspicious.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Yueyu still couldn't hold back, and quietly walked towards the corridor.

The penultimate room in the corridor is the studio.

Shen Yueyu had been here before, but now he stood at the door and knocked lightly on the door: "Mr. Painter..."

Before the voice finished, the door opened automatically.

Shen Yueyu glanced inside, there was no trace of the painter in the studio, only a shelf quietly placed in the middle of the room.

This should be the painting drawn with Xie Xiaozhou as the model.

Since the filming of this program, Shen Yueyu has been suppressed by Xie Xiaozhou, both openly and secretly. Now he became curious and wanted to see what was painted on the painting.

However, the position of the shelf was tricky, and the light outside the window was also dimmed, making it unrealistic to see.

After hesitating again and again, Shen Yueyu still walked in.

He came to the easel lightly and looked down.

The background in the painting is a sacred bright gold, in which various flowers bloom.

Surrounded by countless flowers, the young man half-kneeled on the ground.Broken rose petals were scattered around him, but the one he held in his hand was intact.The sunlight slanted down from the window, covering the young man's body, adding a golden illusory halo.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Shen Yueyu felt that the young man's lips were surprisingly red, with a sense of extravagant beauty in his innocence, and he didn't know what kind of paint was used to paint it.

As if bewitched, he reached out and wanted to touch it.Halfway through, and worrying about destroying the painting for the painter to discover, I had no choice but to give up this idea.

Shen Yueyu knew a little about painting, the more he looked at the boy in the painting, the more he felt something was wrong.

The light, shadow and color of the painting are all used to the extreme.

There is a feeling of decadence and decay after flourishing in luxury.

Such a composition, such a posture, clearly shows that the artist has invested a lot of emotion in the process of drawing.

Could it be... Does Xie Xiaozhou already have the heartbeat value of a painter?

[This painting is so beautiful! 】

[Great hand of the painter!I looked at my hand, really disappointing! 】

[Is this a painting?No, this is obviously the painter's love]

[Did No. 2 reach the heartbeat value so quickly?But I took a look, the artist's heart rate is still 0]

On the screen, the painter's heartbeat value for all the guests is cold 0, without exception.

It's just that Shen Yueyu didn't know this, he thought Xie Xiaozhou had already found a way to attack painters.In this way, the idea of ​​solving Xie Xiaozhou is more urgent.

Shen Yueyu originally had an idea, but under the pressure of external threats, it was immediately perfected and enriched.

He looked at the boy in the painting with malice in his eyes.

Shen Yueyu came back to his senses, afraid that if he stayed in the studio any longer, he would bump into the painter.He was about to leave the studio when his steps suddenly stopped.

He caught a glimpse of rose petals blooming and withering in the painting.

rose……

Shen Yueyu thought of some fragmentary plots.

He had watched Xie Xiaozhou's show.

The one that impressed me the most was a travel variety show, in which the boss was Doctor Bird's Beak, and the background was also Rose.

Shen Yueyu felt that the characters of the painter and the doctor in this session were very similar.So, can he try to attack like this?

***

Xie Xiaozhou returned to his room.

Obviously he had only been a model for half a day, but he felt very tired, and fell down on the soft bed as soon as he returned to the room.

As soon as I lay down, I felt something fall from my body.Reaching out and touching it, it was a rose petal.

Xie Xiaozhou held the rose petals between his fingers and held them up in front of him.

painter……

He was thinking about something when there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, it was another guest, Xu Ran.

Xu Ran looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I found Shen Yueyu sneaking into the corridor, do you want to go and have a look together?"

Xie Xiaozhou held the door with one hand, and immediately said: "Not interested."

Seeing that the door was about to close, Xu Ran quickly blocked the door with his body, and said quickly: "I know we are in a competitive relationship, but the most threatening person here is Shen Yueyu, in case he gets the key clue ..."

Xie Xiaozhou paused.

Xu Ran knew there was something going on when he saw it, and said immediately: "Shen Yueyu is a senior guest, he must know better than us how to attack. Once he is serious, we can't beat him."

Xie Xiaozhou hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go and have a look together."

Xu Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go."

Xie Xiaozhou followed Xu Ran and walked into the depths of the corridor together.

Xu Ran stopped suddenly, "Shhh": "He's right there—"

Just as Xie Xiaozhou was about to turn his head to look over, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fell down limply.

Shen Yueyu appeared behind Xie Xiaozhou, and supported him vigorously: "I still don't give a hand!"

Xu Ran quickly reached out to help.

The two supported Xie Xiaozhou and walked towards the deepest door.

Xu Ran was a little uneasy, and asked, "Is it really useful?"

Beads of sweat stood on Shen Yueyu's forehead: "It must be useful."

On the first day, Shen Yueyu entered the studio alone with the artist.

The painter told him that he could not enter the room at the deepest part of the corridor. Once he entered, bad things would happen.

In Shen Yueyu's view, bad things are equal to being out.

So he didn't tell the other guests, he just thought about letting others out when it mattered.

【What are they doing? 】

[Zhouzhou wake up quickly! ! 】

It's just that no matter how the barrage reminded, Xie Xiaozhou half-closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

At last they came to the door.

Xu Ran said, "Where's the key?"

Shen Yueyu pushed the door, but without the key, the heavy door opened automatically.

Behind the door was pitch black and deep, as if all the light from the outside had been swallowed up, and it was impossible to see what was going on.

Xu Ran: "What should I do?"

Shen Yueyu: "Push it down."

The two looked at each other, and were about to push Xie Xiaozhou down together, but Xie Xiaozhou suddenly opened his eyes and suggested friendlyly: "Why don't we go down together?"

Of course Xie Xiaozhou is not stupid.

As soon as Xu Ran came to the door, he knew something was wrong, but he was just planning to see what they wanted to do.

Looking at Shen Yueyu's appearance, he is very sure that the place behind this door cannot be entered, and once he enters, he will be eliminated.

In that case, Xie Xiaozhou will not be polite.

They didn't expect Xie Xiaozhou to wake up so soon, and they were turned away from the guest for a while, but Xie Xiaozhou held down his shoulder and pushed hard.

The two couldn't help but rushed forward, quickly grabbed the door frame, and stopped their movements.But it was too late, they had already stepped on the ground behind the door.

pat-

The place where he landed was wet and sticky, as if... covered with blood.

Xu Ran and Shen Yueyu retreated hastily, but they were already stained with blood, leaving a bloody footprint on the snow-white floor tiles.

This time, you can't steal the chicken and lose the rice.

Xu Ran: "What should we do now?"

Shen Yueyu gritted his teeth: "Go and capture Xie Xiaozhou!"

Anyway, they have already relapsed, so it's better to die!