Debuted in the C position of the thriller variety show

--very good.

This is the second time Shen Yueyu heard these two words from the painter's mouth.

For the first time, he thought the painter was satisfied with his answer.But the second time I heard this word, I always felt something was wrong.

He couldn't hear any joy from the painter's mouth, only frozen indifference.

The night was hazy, and the moonlight was covered by thick clouds.

Even the lights in the room dimmed a bit.

Shen Yueyu's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and he said cautiously: "Mr. Painter...is there anything wrong with this?"

The painter's palm is stretched out, the back of the hand is bony, and the protrusions of the phalanx can be seen.This even highlights the extraordinarily slender fingers, making people look sickly and pale.

He slightly raised his hand, his voice was like ice, and he said slowly: "No, I feel fine."

Shen Yueyu was not appeased, but became even more uneasy.

He even began to doubt-does the painter really have a heartbeat for him?

[The rivalry between the painter and Xiaoyu is really amazing, I'm knocked out! 】

[The painter's sickness and madness criticizes the beauties' character design is too touching]

[Why are the fans of No. 1 so brainwashed? I thought No. 1 had 100% heart rate just by looking at the barrage.]

[I took a look, the heart rate is still 0]

Shen Yueyu was not sure what the painter was going to do when he came over in the middle of the night, so after a moment of silence, he whispered: "The painter..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice stopped abruptly.

Because Shen Yueyu met the painter's gaze.

The painter's eyes are beautiful, they are the lightest gray, almost transparent, like a pair of exquisite glass beads inlaid.

Looking at it at this moment, there is nothing in the eyes, as if looking at an inanimate object.

Under the gaze of this gaze, the cold spread from Shen Yueyu's heels little by little until it spread all over his body, making him unable to move.

The painter turned his hand over, and under the bath of light, he could see a broken mark on his palm: "If this is the case, go to die."

This was said without any fluctuation.

It doesn't sound like letting a person die, but simply cleaning up some useless garbage.

Shen Yueyu thought about a lot of results, but he didn't expect the painter to declare his failure so straightforwardly.He couldn't believe it, and still wanted to struggle: "Mr. Painter, I..."

The painter's cheeks were thin, and he interrupted his words indifferently: "It's you who said, you want to die."

Shen Yueyu: "..."

I am here to attack you!

But the painter was not interested in listening to Shen Yueyu's defense at all.

The blood on the corridor spread over, gathered at the door, and condensed into blood shadows one after another, staring at Shen Yueyu with empty eyes, full of salivation.

The painter was telling the truth, it was really killing him.

This is completely different from what Shen Yueyu thought.

In his understanding, a paranoid and crazy artist like a painter should have a feeling of sympathy for his kind, and he only needs to convert this sympathy into heartbeat points.

Unexpectedly, the painter's understanding is completely different.

—I look forward to a meaningful death.

—Then you go to die.

Shen Yueyu didn't want to die yet.

Although death will not have any impact during the shooting process, it means that this round of strategy has failed again, and no heartbeat value can be obtained.

In the first round of Sea World, he was drowned by a mermaid in the sea. If he dies and is eliminated in the second round, even with so many fans, he cannot guarantee that he will be No.1 in the final settlement vote.

Shen Yueyu has only one idea now, to survive first.

Just in "Love Heartbeat Connection!" "During the filming process, the identity of each guest is locked, and only the identity assigned in the program can be used.All props and identity cards cannot be used.

Shen Yueyu wanted to escape from the room.

It's just that the painter was sitting at the door, the wheelchair firmly blocked the way out, and there were countless shadows of blood outside.If it goes like this, it can only be a self-inflicted trap.

Shen Yueyu swept his eyes and caught a glimpse of the windows on the wall.

Yes, windows.

This is the second floor, you won't die if you jump down.

Shen Yueyu made a decisive decision and rushed over, reaching out to open the window.

creak-

As soon as a gap was pushed open, the window stopped moving. The latch on it was stuck because of rust, and no matter how hard it was, it would not move.

The more anxious Shen Yueyu became, the more flustered he became, and dense sweat appeared on his forehead.

He heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling.

Gradually approaching step by step, as if urging his life.

Shen Yueyu looked back, but couldn't see the painter, only saw a blood shadow rushing towards him, covering him tightly.

"Um-"

Shen Yueyu struggled desperately, but the blood shadow was like a net, the harder he struggled, the tighter he was imprisoned, and in the end, it was strangled into the flesh.

He also wanted to make a final resistance: "The painter..."

The painter supported the wheelchair with one hand, admiring the scene.But it was just admiration, and no other actions were taken.

Killing a person is as simple as pinching a butterfly in a garden, without any extra emotion.

It seemed that no matter what happened, it couldn't arouse any waves in him.

Shen Yueyu was in despair.

He was strangled tightly by the blood shadow, and his skin was like a cut with a utility knife, and the blood seeped out.

He never knew that there could be so much blood on his body.

The blood pooled under the feet, forming a puddle of blood.

Shen Yueyu's struggle at the beginning turned into numbness now.He even wanted to get rid of it early and leave the filming session.

But this idea can only be an extravagant wish, and under the condition of excessive blood loss, he gradually lost consciousness.

At the last moment, he heard the painter say, "Isn't this a meaningful death?"

Be his tube of paint.

That's what happens to flawed things for the best.

The blood on the ground surged, surrounded the unconscious Shen Yueyu, and slowly retreated into the depths of the corridor.

There was a "creak".

The heavy and dark door was pushed open, and a fresh corpse was hung behind the door.The figure swayed slightly and merged with the darkness.

And in the painter's studio.

A glass bottle was filled with bright red liquid, and the liquid kept shaking, as if it was a living thing.

【…】

【Huh?Where did all the bullet screens go before?]

[That's right, hurry up and see your fan No. 1 guest guide artist]

[Is this the chosen guest who can be 100% excited?It's so funny! 】

【Facts tell us, don't blow it up before you see the result, otherwise - it's easy to get slapped in the face】

***

on the stage.

The host raised his voice: "Unfortunately, guest No. 1, who has always been the focus of everyone's attention, is out again!"

"Crack" sound.

The spotlight above turned and enveloped Shen Yueyu in it.

The host spared no effort to consume this former popular guest: "It's a pity, it seems that the strategy is very difficult this time, and I don't know how the other three guests will respond..."

Shen Yueyu's face was pale, and he hadn't been able to wake up yet.

Different from the first death, this time he was hung on the beam, cold and desperate... even the death was slowed down.

He couldn't seek self-destruction, he could only listen to his own blood dripping in the dark, not knowing when it would end.

After a long time, Shen Yueyu blinked his eyes.

Xie Xiaozhou...

Of course, Shen Yueyu would not think that he was incapable of attacking painters, but felt that it was all Xie Xiaozhou's fault, and that he failed only because he was misled.

Shen Yueyu gritted his teeth hard, his eyes full of resentment.

If he does it again, he will definitely not fail!

Thinking of this, Shen Yueyu turned his head and stared at the world where the other guests were.

He comforted himself in his heart - it doesn't matter if he is out of the game, it seems that the guests who are still in the world may not be able to get the heartbeat value from the painter.

***

The night passed.

At dawn, the remaining guests got the news that guest No. 1 was out.

Regarding this result, Lu Lu was completely puzzled: "How come, isn't he a resident guest? Why did he get out so quickly twice in a row?"

It can be said that being out once was an accident, so twice... it is necessary to weigh the water of the name of resident guest.

Lu Lu sighed for a while, and then said, "But it's good to be out, there is one less competitor, what do you think?"

She was asking Xu Ran.

But Xu Ran was so absent-minded that he ignored Lu Lu at all.

Lu Lu poked Xu Ran with her finger: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Ran couldn't hide his dazed expression: "No, it's nothing."

Lu Lu glanced at him suspiciously, thought of something, and asked, "Do you know why Shen Yueyu was out?"

Xu Ran didn't want to say it at first, but Lu Lu asked again and again, and he didn't think it was important, so he told him.

After Lu Lu finished listening, she said, "So it's because Shen Yueyu entered that door that he was out?"

Xu Ran nodded.

Lu Lu: "Then why do you want to go in?"

Xu Ran stammered: "...That, that is, Shen Yueyu wants to harm No. 2, so ask me to help."

Lu Lu showed a sympathetic expression: "Then you are really stupid, two people have not succeeded in killing one."

Xu Ran: "..."

Just as he was talking, Xie Xiaozhou came down from upstairs.

The two glanced at him, stopped talking in a tacit understanding, and continued talking after Xie Xiaozhou walked over.

Xu Ran has always used data analysis to attack the target. He looked at Xie Xiaozhou's back and thought: "This program is quite difficult."

Lu Lu: "Huh?"

Xu Ran analyzed: "I didn't participate in the last session, but the painters in this session... make me feel unpredictable." He made a conclusion, "I don't think we can capture the painters."

Lu Lu gave him a white look: "You can't attack, I can't do it on my behalf, what are you talking about?"

While talking, the two also came to the lobby on the first floor.

After about 10 minutes, the painter appeared.

The painter has always been so sick, so deserted that there is no smoke at all, and he is not easy to suffer from cough, just like a bottle of fragile porcelain.

But this porcelain will also become a sharp and wounding blade. It is unavoidable that such a contradictory thing has appeared on a person.

Especially Xu Ran, after knowing that Shen Yueyu was out, he felt that this sick beauty was a bit scary.At this time, after the artist appeared, he moved his feet and hid behind Lu Lu.

Lu Lu was speechless.

She glared at Xu Ran, walked up to the painter, and said sweetly, "Mr. Painter, when is it our turn to interview?"

The painter didn't even look at the girl, and just said, "No need."

Lu Lu: "?"

The painter coughed lightly, sounding a little weak: "The candidate has already been decided."

Lu Lu blurted out: "Who?"

As soon as the voice fell, she reacted.

Who else is this candidate?Isn't it just Xie Xiaozhou? He's the only one who has been a painter's model.

The painter glanced at the remaining two people: "I only need one model, you can go."

Lu Lu became anxious: "Mr. Painter, did you decide on the candidate just like that? Have you tried it?"

The painter covered the corner of his lips with his fingers, and answered the question: "I tried it." He paused, "Very good."

Xie Xiaozhou: "..."

Why is this so easily ambiguous?

Lu Lu was speechless.

But she didn't want to just leave, because leaving meant she was out.She fought hard: "Mr. Painter, you must give us a chance!"

[Why is this person so annoying, just admit defeat earlier, Xiaoyu is out, these people should die soon]

[The previous one, I don't think so, the young lady is harmless, she just wants to gain the artist's approval through her own efforts! 】

[That is, although I don't think there is much chance, but this kind of spirit is worth performing]

The painter turned his face to the side, and said lightly, "You don't want to leave?"

Xu Ran: "I think..."

Lu Lu pushed him: "I don't want to leave! Mr. Painter, we want to be your models!"

The painter refused coldly: "I just need a model."

Lu Lu enthusiastically suggested: "It's okay not to be a model, we can do other things, as long as we stay!"

The painter had no reaction to such an active and eager girl.

Just when Lu Lu thought there was nothing to do, the painter said abruptly, "I still need a gardener."

Lu Lu agreed immediately: "Okay! I'll help you clean the garden right now!"

Xu Ran felt that it was useless to attack the painter, and he didn't want to stay here at all. If possible, he wanted to surrender directly.

But Lu Lu couldn't hold back his enthusiasm, so he dragged him out in a hurry.

Xie Xiaozhou also wanted to go to the garden with him, but was stopped by the painter: "You, come with me."

Xie Xiaozhou blinked and asked, "Don't I have to clean the garden?"

Painter: "No, you are different from them."

【no the same! 】

[Let me be a healthy painter's heart rate]

[But it's still 0, it must be broken]

***

Xie Xiaozhou stepped into the studio again.

Before going in, he subconsciously glanced at the door at the back of the corridor.

There was such a magic about that door that one wanted to push open and walk through it.

But Xie Xiaozhou already knew what was inside, so there was no need to take risks, so he quickly looked away.

He stood in the open space in the center of the studio, and was scrutinized by the painter's eyes, feeling a little embarrassed: "Mr. ?"

This time the painter did not ask to take off his clothes: "No need."

Xie Xiaozhou breathed a sigh of relief, but the studio was too quiet, causing the sound to be neither soft nor heavy, enough for another person to hear.

He also realized this, covered his lips reflexively, and glanced at the painter cautiously.

A painter is mixing colors.

Holding the palette with pale fingers, he dipped the brush into bright colors and applied them leisurely.

Xie Xiaozhou wanted to explain what happened just now, but didn't know what to say, his lips parted, and finally he lowered his head.

It was quiet in the studio.

Accompanied by the painter's movements, a unique smell of turpentine was emitted, which was not unpleasant after being diluted.

After a while, Xie Xiaozhou dared to look up and look at the painter.

Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin.

Even if the painter is sick and broken, he can still see a sick and weak style.His cheeks were thin, which highlighted the exquisite beauty of his facial features.Especially those eyes, cold and indifferent, repelling people thousands of miles away, it seems that all emotions are frozen inside.

The painter lowered his eyes and carefully adjusted the colors to be used. It looked like an elegant art.

Xie Xiaozhou was a little distracted, and naturally asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Painter, why me?"

The painter gave an irrelevant answer: "I like blank paper."

Those people are full of dirty desires, and there are many blemishes on their bodies, just like a piece of paper that has been painted, covered with dirty marks.

No painter likes to change other people's paintings, they prefer a completely blank paper.

No, it's not so much that I like white paper, it's more like - I like to leave my own color on white paper.

And the boy is a standard blank slate.

There is no desire on his body, pure and clear, one can see through it at a glance.

The painter wanted to leave... some traces on the boy's body.

In those glass-like eyeballs, sporadic emotions were rarely revealed.

[It's all like this, I don't believe it without heartbeat value]

【Yes, the painter must be tempted】

[Don't talk big, I saw it, and the heart rate is still 0]

Xie Xiaozhou felt that he had guessed right.

For the painter, he has seen too much darkness, no matter what kind of emotion he can stir up waves, even death will be ignored by him.

In this case, it is better to do the opposite and use the most innocent and pure character design to animate the animator—seeing too much dirt, it is inevitable to miss that point of perfection and cleanliness.

The painter's voice sounded again: "Are you afraid of death?"

Xie Xiaozhou recovered from the doubts just now, and faced a new problem.

He may be the only one who knows why Shen Yueyu was out.

Painters and doctors have similarities, but overall they are two completely different people. If they just copy and copy, it will definitely not end well.

The doctor has this kind of fanatical pursuit of death, but the painter does not. Whether it is birth or death, he always waits and sees with an indifferent attitude.

Because Shen Yueyu said he wanted a meaningful death, the painter directly fulfilled him.

Xie Xiaozhou's thoughts were flooded, but in reality it was only a moment.His eyelashes trembled, and it seemed that he didn't understand why the painter asked this question. After hesitating, he said, "I'm afraid."

Afraid that he was not clear enough, he added another sentence, "I'm afraid of death."

The painter paused in his hands, and drew a long stroke on the palette, leaving some paint on his fingers.

The boy stood in the twilight, his skin was almost transparent, but different from his lifeless paleness, it was a vibrant color.

The painter had already thought about what shape to use, put down his palette, and was about to go there with one hand on his wheelchair.

Xie Xiaozhou knew what the painter wanted to do, so he quickly said: "Mr. Painter...do you want to pose? You can tell me, I will do it myself..."

The young man begged softly.

But it's not because of disgust and fear that I want to stay away, but because of shyness.

Sure enough, the painter stopped and ordered: "Lie down."

Xie Xiaozhou: "..."

This posture seems to be more embarrassing than kneeling.

But Xie Xiaozhou knew that this was an order, not a request.

After hesitating for a moment, he still did as the painter said.

First sat on the ground, then propped up the ground with one hand, and slowly lay down.

The floor is cold and hard, and lying in an open place inevitably makes people feel a little insecure.

Xie Xiaozhou maintained a supine posture, with no place to rest his eyes, so he had to stare straight at the ceiling, waiting for the painter to come over.

Sure enough, not long after, he heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling.

The painter came to the side of the boy.

Because of his bad behavior, he has been sitting in a wheelchair and is a bit shorter than the others, but now he can look down at the boy.

This is a fresh angle.

The boy was lying on the cold floor, his black and soft hair hanging in front of his eyes, and his black and white eyes blinked uneasily.

A blank sheet of paper.

The painter supported the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, bent down, and wanted to do something.

Xie Xiaozhou held his breath a little bit, with his posture, he couldn't see the painter's movements at all.After a while, he felt a cold touch on his body.

Those are the painter's fingers, without the body temperature of a human being, but icy cold, like ice.

The finger brushed across Xie Xiaozhou's chest, and the finger was covered with calluses from holding the pen, which was a bit stinging.

"Ahem..." The artist coughed uncontrollably.

A gust of wind came.

After the buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, the hem of the clothes was scattered by the wind and opened to the sides, revealing the scenery.

The painter withdrew his hand and watched all this with satisfaction.

The boy's appearance is innocent and pitiful, but his posture is completely opposite.He just lay there, his collar was disheveled, leaving traces of paint one after another on the white and tender places.

It was bright red, fiery and extravagant.

Xie Xiaozhou realized something and wanted to cover it with his hand.

The painter stopped him coldly: "Don't move."

Xie Xiaozhou's hands froze. Since the painter said so, he couldn't move around, and continued to let others look at him.

This posture is a little strange, and it will be a little sore after a long time, but under the gaze of the painter, he dare not relax, so he has to maintain this posture all the time.

The painter admired it for a while, and just when Xie Xiaozhou thought he was going back to painting, he asked a question coldly: "Have you entered that door?"