Debuted in the C position of the thriller variety show

That door refers to the room at the deepest part of the corridor.

Xie Xiaozhou's heart skipped a beat.

If you are an ordinary person, when you hear this question, your first reaction must be whether you have entered or not.

But since the artist asks this question, he must have some deep meaning.

The painter is testing him, wanting to see if he is really a piece of pure white and flawless white paper.

Among all the guests, the painter only told Shen Yueyu about the existence of the room deep in the corridor.And he, in theory, should be unaware.

So, you can't answer that.

Xie Xiaozhou thought for a while, and soon came up with an appropriate answer, simply asked: "Mr. Painter, which door are you talking about?"

The artist leaned halfway on the wheelchair, staring at the boy motionlessly with almost transparent pupils, his eyes were as sharp as a utility knife, wanting to explore more deeply, what kind of things were hidden under the skin.

"It's the room down the corridor," he said.

Xie Xiaozhou's eyes were a little dazed, his eyes rolled upwards, and he could vaguely see the black hair hanging down: "Is it deep in the corridor? I haven't been in it..."

After he finished speaking, there was a little hesitation on his face, and he finally decided to tell the truth, "But I have been in the past, and I was tricked by other people. They wanted to push me into that room. But I don't know they Why do you want to do this."

Why do you do this?

Of course Xie Xiaozhou knew that Xu Ran and Shen Yueyu wanted to frame him and get him out.But in front of the painter, you still have to pretend to be ignorant and ignorant.

A blank piece of paper will not understand so many conspiracies and tricks.

The painter looked down at the boy.

The boy just lay on the ground defenseless, like a deer that strayed into the world, his face couldn't hide any secrets.

Whether it's panic or fear, it's easy to tell at a glance.

The painter met the young man's black and white eyes, and suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.Of course, this is different from the itching caused by cough, it is the kind of inexplicable emotion that rises from the bottom of my heart.

He gripped the handkerchief hard, leaving a deep crease in the soft silk handkerchief, trying to suppress the throbbing.

But how can I hold back the cough?

The painter turned his head sideways, covered the corner of his lips with a handkerchief, and coughed.This time the cough was fierce, more violent than usual.

Xie Xiaozhou was a little anxious: "You, are you okay?"

Full of concerns.

The painter stopped his movements, and after taking off the veil, he could see that his lips turned an unusual red color due to a violent cough.

The painter was not moved by this concern, but said coldly: "Don't move."

Xie Xiaozhou, who was about to get up, froze and could only try his best to maintain that posture.

The painter supported the wheelchair with one hand and returned to the wooden frame.In front of his eyes was a piece of snow-white drawing paper without any traces.

There is no painter who does not like a blank sheet of paper.

So does he.

The painter stared at the white paper for a moment.

Just when Xie Xiaozhou thought it was over, the painter said again: "They want to kill you."

This is to answer Xie Xiaozhou's doubts just now.

Xie Xiaozhou's eyes widened slightly, and he was as agile as a deer: "Why, why did they kill me?" He was a little flustered, and didn't know what to say, so he bent his fingers uneasily, grabbed the corner of his shirt, "Maybe Mr. Painter misunderstood, they were just joking."

He looked at the painter expectantly, hoping for an affirmative answer.

The painter turned his head sideways, under the sun, his jaw was cold and stiff, breaking Xie Xiaozhou's hope: "Yes, they are going to kill you."

Xie Xiaozhou clenched his fingers tightly.

These two sentences actually reveal a lot of information.

For example, the entire small bungalow is under the painter's control, as long as he wants, he can easily know what happened in it.

So...why did the painter deliberately come here to inform?

The painter asked slowly: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Xiaozhou's heart skipped a beat, he turned his head to the side, the sun shone on his cheeks, showing a white porcelain color, he was very puzzled: "What...?"

After coughing, the painter's throat was still uncomfortable. He pressed his throat, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "They want to kill you, you can kill them."

Xie Xiaozhou's lips parted slightly, as if shocked by the painter's words: "I, I..." He didn't know how to speak for a moment.

The painter lowered his eyelids, and there were still traces of paint on his fingers.

Since this is a piece of pure white paper, then he has to do what a painter should do - fill the white paper with various colors and draw the pattern he wants.

Xie Xiaozhou finally choked out the words: "But, even if they tried to kill me, they didn't succeed."

This is Xie Xiaozhou's heart.

What's more, death is nothing during this filming session, there is no need to kill people.

It doesn't matter if Xie Xiaozhou is indecisive or the Holy Mother, he is such a person, and he doesn't like to take the initiative to stain his hands with blood.

The painter looked at the boy's expression, as if he sighed, but he didn't seem to: "You will be bullied if you are like this."

Xie Xiaozhou blinked his eyelashes, and said in a daze, "But I'm not afraid of being bullied."

The people who bullied him basically ended badly.

【Crying, our Zhouzhou is so kind】

[? ? ?I saw that I didn’t hesitate when I played the black hand before]

[That's self-protection, right?If it wasn't for No. 1 who insisted on messing with Zhou Zhou, nothing would happen!It's all his own fault]

After all, the painter didn't say anything, and picked up the palette again.

White, red... All kinds of colors are mixed together, and finally a satisfactory color appears.He pinched the paintbrush and swiped a stroke diagonally on the white paper.

Xie Xiaozhou still maintained that movement, lying on the cold ground.

The floor was a bit hard and the sunlight by the window was harsh.

He raised his arm slightly, and the light penetrated through his fingers, and he could see the dust floating in the air.

The studio was too quiet. Through the window, Xie Xiaozhou could hear the conversation between Lu Lu and Xu Ran in the garden outside.

Lu Lu's voice was crisp and clear, passing through the flowers and the window: "Why did the artist only take No. 2? Are we any worse than him?"

Xu Ran reluctantly persuaded: "My aunt, I think we should just surrender this round and prepare for the next round. What are you doing here? Do you still want to die like No. 1?"

Lu Lu said unconvinced: "Why do you promote other people's ambitions? I think I can work harder."

Xu Ran sighed: "The artist made it clear that he is only interested in No. 2..."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, dissipating in the fragrance of flowers.

Xie Xiaozhou listened to the content of the conversation between the two, and couldn't help looking at the painter.

The painter is holding a palette and pinching a brush to paint.His expression was so focused that he didn't even notice that the paint was stained on his sleeves.

Xu Ran said that the painter was interested in him.

Does it really exist?

Xie Xiaozhou was a little uncertain.

The painter has always been so indifferent, with no desires or desires, nothing reflected in his glazed eyes.

But the painter is indeed a bit special to him.

Xie Xiaozhou glanced at his chest, and there were a few fingerprints on his snow-white skin, which were left by the painter on him.

And the painter only chose him as a model.

It should be... yes.

But being interesting doesn't mean that you can brush up your heart rate. Now, is the artist attracted to him?

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

[Why is it still 0? ? ?Is the display on the screen broken? 】

[It's so funny, No. 2 can't clear the target of his heart, and the fans blame the broken screen here instead]

[Hehe, I also think it's funny, it's better than your boss being out of the game at the beginning, Zhou Zhou will always get it if he works hard]

I don't know how long it took before the painter put down his brush.

The blank paper in front of him was no longer a blank paper, but a boy appeared.

The boy lay on the ground, his clothes were disheveled, and scars were drawn on his chest.A pool of blood gathered under his body, and he raised his hand, holding a beating heart between his fingers.

Naive and cruel.

Two diametrically opposed temperaments appear in one person, with a contradictory sense of beauty.

After appreciating it for a moment, the painter said, "Okay."

Xie Xiaozhou lay down for a long time, his whole body was sore, and he couldn't get up for a while.He simply knelt and sat on the ground first, bowing his head and putting on his clothes.

Before the clothes were put on, a hand stretched out from the side.

His fingers were icy cold, and they lightly brushed Xie Xiaozhou's cheek, forcing him to raise his head.

The painter was sitting in a wheelchair, and Xie Xiaozhou was kneeling on the ground.

As soon as he raised his head, the eyes of the two just collided.

In Xie Xiaozhou's eyes, the painter is thin and indifferent, with a vague paranoid nerve unique to an artist, making it hard to figure out what he is thinking.

But Xie Xiaozhou in the artist's eyes is the complete opposite, clean and clear, and his mind can be seen through at a glance.

The painter's fingers stroked the delicate skin.There was still paint left on his fingers, and now that he rubbed it, it stayed directly on the boy's cheek.

Xie Xiaozhou asked awkwardly: "Mr. Painter, what do you want to do?"

The painter withdrew his hand: "Nothing."

Xie Xiaozhou stood up now, and asked cautiously: "Then I went out?"

The painter nodded.

Xie Xiaozhou left the studio lightly, and only dared to breathe the air when he was outside.

He leaned against the wall and thought, what the hell is the painter going to do?

It seems that the artist likes this simple and innocent character design, but he is not satisfied with it.

He felt that it was much harder for a painter's heartbeat value than a mermaid's.

Painters are only at the stage of "interest", and they are far from excited enough.

He can no longer be so passive, he must take the initiative to do something.

Just as he was thinking, there was an exclamation from outside the garden, which sounded like it was from Lu Lu.

Xie Xiaozhou subconsciously walked in that direction.

in the garden.

Lu Lu held a shovel in one hand and covered her mouth with the other. There was a pile of soft soil at her feet, with a hint of red.

A gust of wind blows.

Xie Xiaozhou smelled a fishy smell. After careful identification, it was not the peculiar smell of soil, but the smell of blood.

Xie Xiaozhou walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Lu was taken aback, and the shovel fell to the ground.

Xie Xiaozhou looked over and saw a pale hand hidden under the turned-up soil, with a bit of soil hidden in the fingernails, which meant that he was buried alive under the soil.

Xu Ran scolded, "What are you calling? What's there to be afraid of?"

Indeed, for the guests of "Thriller Variety Show", this can be said to be a small scene, without even blinking.

Lu Lu also came back slowly, and muttered: "I'm not mentally prepared." She glanced at the corpse in the mud, and took a step back in disgust, "No wonder the flowers here are so lush, it turns out to be..."

It turned out that they were irrigated with corpses.

Xu Ran suddenly realized: "It turns out that the painter is a perverted murderer. He recruited models to kill them? Then we will be the next victims!"

Lu Lu trembled: "It sounds scary."

This is always the case in love variety shows.

It's either a fierce ghost who can't rest in peace, or a rotting and smelly zombie... It's only natural that a murderous maniac came this time.

【Finally something interesting】

[After the guests discover the truth, it should be the painter's time to kill]

【Which guest can survive? 】

[Forget about all dead, I don't want to see these guests]

Xu Ran still analyzed freely: "This is a key point. There should be a turning point in the plot. If there is a certain heartbeat value, you can get out of a HE line. If there is no heartbeat value, everyone will be finished together."

Lu Lu was dumbfounded: "Where do I have a chance to increase my heart rate?"

Among the current guests, Xie Xiaozhou is the one who is most likely to get the heart rate.

Lu Lu and Xu Ran thought of this, and looked at Xie Xiaozhou together, wanting to see what he would do.

I saw Xie Xiaozhou staring blankly at the corpse in the flowers, and said with disbelief: "How is it possible, although the corpse is here, but, but it may not be done by Mr. Painter!"

He was a little flustered, but he still said firmly, "I'm going to ask Mr. Painter myself."

This is completely like a naive teenager who believes in the painter.

Xu Ran: "..."

Lu Lu: "..."

This acting is invincible.

What is professional, this is professional.

Lu Lu murmured, "I think I've deserved the loss."

Xu Ran nodded seriously.

***

In fact, there is not much time left for the guests.

The filming time for this link is only seven days in total, almost half of it has passed, and there should be a special plot.

This special plot is to force the guests to discover the corpse under the flowers.

The next development will depend on the heart value.

If the heart rate is not enough, the guests will be brutally murdered by the painter; if the heart rate is enough, another branch will be opened.

Xie Xiaozhou desperately wanted to meet the painter.

He hurriedly trotted all the way, and even the black hair on his forehead was raised together.

After entering Xiaoyanglou, Xie Xiaozhou saw the painter at first sight.

The painter is sitting in front of a painting, looking up at the painting.

Xie Xiaozhou felt that the painting looked familiar, so he took another look and found that it was the first time he had seen it before entering Xiaoyanglou.

"Mr. Painter..." He whispered for fear of disturbing the painter.

The painter didn't move, but lightly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers on one side.

Xie Xiaozhou stood beside him, squatted down, and was about to say something.But before he could speak, the painter controlled the wheelchair to walk away.

He couldn't dodge in time, and accidentally pulled off the blanket covering the painter's knee.

I saw the blanket slid all the way down and fell to the ground.

Xie Xiaozhou was apologetic: "I'm sorry—" He picked up the blanket and didn't cover it back immediately, but glanced at the painter's legs.

The painter is not good for walking, and has been sitting in a wheelchair, and even his legs are covered with blankets.Now that the blanket was lifted, he could see that his trousers were empty, his legs were also skinny, and there were veins and veins at the junction of the ankle and the calf.

The painter has been desolate since he appeared on the stage, no matter what happened, he showed no disturbance.But he is a human being after all, and since he is a human being, he will have flaws and weaknesses.

Perhaps his legs were his weakness.

Xie Xiaozhou paused for a moment, then covered the blanket, and glanced at the painter calmly.

Although the painter's face was still plain, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed.

Xie Xiaozhou felt that his guess was right, and wanted to verify further: "Mr. Painter, your legs are shaking, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me rub it for you."

Before he agreed, he reached out and grabbed the artist's calf.

It was cold and unpopular.It was hard to touch, like a long-dead corpse.

Xie Xiaozhou pointed his fingers up and kneaded it skillfully.

He could clearly feel the painter's legs tremble, but he calmed down quickly.

The painter's legs have been crippled for a long time, the muscles of the legs are stiff, so thin that they are wrapped around the bones, Xie Xiaozhou can hold them with one hand.

He rubbed the muscles on the back of his calf, so that it was stained with human body temperature.

Then Xie Xiaozhou's fingers went one step further, wanting to touch a more secret place.

While touching his fingers, he looked at the painter, trying to test the painter's bottom line.

The painter supported the wheelchair with one hand, did not make a sound to stop him, and did not even change his expression, his eyes were calm and indifferent, just looking at the half-kneeling boy in front of him, without any shyness or emotion.

[The painter didn't respond? 】

[Could it be impossible! 】

[After all, it is understandable to be in a wheelchair, but even if it is 'okay', there is no way to broadcast it]

Xie Xiaozhou's movements paused, and he felt that it was meaningless to continue, so he withdrew his hand.

After his hand retracted, the painter turned his face and coughed: "What did you want to say just now?"

After being reminded, Xie Xiaozhou remembered: "I saw a dead body in the garden outside, there must be a murderer hiding here, Mr. Painter, let's call the police!"

The painter refused: "No need."

Xie Xiaozhou became anxious, and there was a little water in his bright round eyes: "But there is a murderer here, what if he comes out and commits a murder?"

The painter lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the young man in front of him.

The young man was naive and ignorant, completely unaware that the cruel and terrifying murderer was right in front of him, and he was still worried, never thinking about what would happen next.

The painter's fingers trembled slightly.

excited.

Yes, he got a little excited.

Next, he can freely paint with a brush on the boy's body, filling the blank paper bit by bit, and painting his own color.

This will be his most perfect work.

There seems to be a little light in the painter's eyes.

"Run," he said.

Xie Xiaozhou was stunned for a moment, not understanding what these two words meant.

The painter said calmly: "I am the murderer."

Xie Xiaozhou's shoulders drooped, with a look of incredulity on his face: "How is it possible..."

The voice did not fall.

The sky outside instantly turned gloomy, the wind was strong, and the delicate flowers planted in the garden were blown to pieces.

After the petals fluttered, corpses crawled out of the muddy ground.They staggered around, staring at the inside of the small bungalow with dead white eyes.

bang-

The chandelier above the head fell to the ground, the current flickered, and the room was completely plunged into darkness.

In a hazy light and shadow.

Xie Xiaozhou heard the painter say: "Run." He raised a finger and reminded, "I don't like to say a sentence twice."

Xie Xiaozhou bit his lip and finally realized that the painter was not joking.He stood up, turned and ran.

The painter looked at the boy's back, but he still didn't say a word.

——I can’t make an exception for you every time.

***

But the small bungalows are only so big in total, where should I hide to be safe?

On the way to hide, Xie Xiaozhou also met Lu Lu and Xu Ran.

The two of them were also panicked. When they saw Xie Xiaozhou, they quickly asked, "What's the matter?"

Xie Xiaozhou spat out two words: "Run."

【Hahahaha, it looks like the artist doesn't have any special feelings for No. 2】

[That's right, the painter's heartbeat value for everyone is 0, so it's probably because no one can beat it]

[I think Xiaoyu came out ahead of time because he saw through this point, and he was just ready to prepare for the next session]

【Zhouzhou hurry up and think of a way! 】

Xie Xiaozhou is thinking of a way.

The small bungalow has only three floors in total. After thinking about it, he hid in his room first.Close the door with your backhand, and this place becomes a closed space.

The wind whizzed past the window, making a sharp sound.

Xie Xiaozhou pressed his chest, thinking carefully about the artist's every move.

There is no doubt that the painter is interested in him.

But this little interest is not enough to make the painter change his mind and enter the branch line of HE.He even doubted whether the painter had a heartbeat for him.

There seems to be something missing between him and the painter.

What's wrong?

Xie Xiaozhou paced back and forth in the room, the wind outside the window made him extremely irritable.

In the eyes of the painter, he is a piece of blank paper without blemish, but what would a painter want to do with the blank paper?

His footsteps stopped, and he had a flash of inspiration.

A painter, of course, wants to paint on white paper.

The painter wanted to transform him.

Everything was foreshadowed, the painter put him in a satisfactory pose, painted on his body...and the words that were said suddenly.

The painter wants to draw another "painter" on the white paper.

Xie Xiaozhou guessed what the painter wanted to do, but his mood gradually calmed down.He leaned against the door, listening to the messy footsteps outside and the noise of the guests resisting their running.

He held his breath.

After these messy sounds, he clearly heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling across the ground.

Here comes the painter.

It's coming this way.

Xie Xiaozhou smiled brilliantly—I'm not afraid of you coming, but I'm afraid you won't come.

The author has something to say:

Painter: I don't like to say a sentence twice, let alone make an exception for you every time.

Zhou Zhou: But you have made an exception many times!

painter:……