Debuted in the C position of the thriller variety show

on the stage.

No matter the audience or the guests, they all stared at the development of Garden World with a good eye.

Now, three of the four guests have been eliminated, and only No. 2 guest Xie Xiaozhou is still in Garden World.

However, it was displayed on the side screen that the painter's heart rate was still 0, which made this session full of suspense.

Can guest No. 2 get the heart rate?

How much heart rate can be brushed?

This is related to the final ranking, and the guests are also very concerned about this.

Lu Lu stared at Xie Xiaozhou on the screen, and asked doubtfully, "What does Number 2 want to do?"

Xu Ran analyzed: "He wants to set fire?"

The painter's small bungalow is full of flammable turpentine. If it is set on fire, it is estimated that there will be no ashes left.

But Xie Xiaozhou didn't need to do this at all.

Xu Ran was puzzled.

According to the current development, the painter obviously has a certain interest in No. 2. As long as No. 2 obeys the painter, he will definitely be able to get a little heartbeat.

But No. 2 just doesn't follow the common sense, what's the reason?

Shen Yueyu hugged his shoulders with both hands, and snorted coldly: "I just want to attract people's attention, so he will play off sooner or later."

Although the words were disdainful, he still stared at the screen tightly.

***

The garden of the bungalow, which was full of flowers and full of vitality, no longer exists, and has turned into a dimly lit and ghostly world.

In other words, this is the real picture of a small bungalow.

Xie Xiaozhou already had an idea in his mind, put away the lighter with his backhand, and left the room.

As soon as you open the door and go out, you can see a dead body standing in the corridor.

Attracted by the noise, the corpse staggered towards this side.

Xie Xiaozhou didn't panic at all, took off the oil painting on the wall and lit it, and threw it in the direction of the dead body.

The dead body ignited spontaneously the moment it touched the sparks, his body twitched, and he subconsciously took two steps forward, turning into coke all over the ground in a blink of an eye.

There was a gust of wind blowing in the corridor, and a smell of charcoal rushed towards his face.

Xie Xiaozhou watched this scene, his eyelashes trembled slightly.The orange fire light reflected on the sides of his face, making his eyes brighter.

How can a perfect work leave an impression?It is only profound enough for the painter to watch this flawless white paper being torn apart.

Xie Xiaozhou hooked the corners of his lips.

At this time, an oil painting on the wall beside him fell to the ground, collided with the ground, and made a "bang".

The voice was clear and crisp, echoing in the hall, and it was no surprise that it caught the painter's attention.

Accompanied by the sound of the wheelchair turning, the painter's figure appeared from the depths of the corridor and came to the center of the hall.He half leaned on the wheelchair, raised his chin, and looked towards the second floor.

The boy stood behind the railing on the second floor, his black and white eyes were firm.

tick-

A little blood dripped from the fingertips, and the wound cut by the glass had not healed and was still bleeding.

After a while, a small puddle of water formed on the ground.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and Xie Xiaozhou's voice trembled slightly: "Mr. Painter, I'm sorry..." The words paused, "I can't do it."

He rejected the painter's request, even though he was threatened with death, he still insisted on his original heart.

The young man has a kind of obstinacy that does not know the world, and strives to maintain his pure white, unwilling to be painted with other colors.

The painter felt some itchiness in his throat again, he coughed forcefully, and a fishy-sweet taste surged up from his throat.

After a while, the painter's hoarse voice sounded: "So, what do you want to do?"

The painter thought wickedly, even if he didn't want to, the boy couldn't do anything.

Under such circumstances, the boy couldn't resist at all, and in the end he could only let him do what he wanted.

And he, will leave the strongest mark on the young man.

Thinking of such a picture, the painter's fingers trembled uncontrollably—this would be his most perfect work.

Xie Xiaozhou was able to guess the painter's thoughts, he took a step back hastily, and a glint of water appeared in his eyes: "Yes, I can't do anything, but..." He raised his hand, and the lighter in his hand was pressed Next, a cluster of fireworks popped out of "呲", "I can make my own choice."

Only then did the painter realize what the boy wanted to do, and his voice fluctuated for the first time: "No!"

But it was too late.

There are no other decorations in the small bungalow, only oil paintings hanging on the walls.And these paintings drawn with turpentine are the best fuel for combustion.

Following Xie Xiaozhou's footsteps, little by little flames came out.

Those flames swayed weakly, but they grew when the wind came, and soon devoured paintings one by one.At the same time, Xie Xiaozhou's figure was also submerged in it.

The flames jumped, and he heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling.

Xie Xiaozhou was exposed to a red light, raised his hands, and gently held a ball of flames.He turned his head sideways, even in the face of such a situation, there was no fear in his eyes, only the pure innocence of ignorance of the world.

——He tore up the white paper in a decisive way.

This is unexpected by the painter.

He thought that the boy would give in and be willing to become a perfect work; but he didn't expect that the boy left him with only one decisive ending.

The painter's fingers pinched the armrest of the wheelchair with force, and veins burst out on the back of his pale hand.

good very good.

For the first time in his life, the painter had extra emotions, and he didn't know whether to be angry or sad.However, he knew that he would remember this scene forever.

***

Xie Xiaozhou was actually ready to endure the pain, but the moment the flames burned, he left that world and returned to the stage.

Others have to die to stop the shooting, but he didn't even experience the pain of death, so he came out of it.

As if someone didn't want him to get hurt.

This thought flashed through Xie Xiaozhou's mind, and soon disappeared.He blinked his eyes, and there was still a piece of fire reflected in his retinas, his eyes were a little blurry, and he couldn't see clearly.

click-

The spotlight above turned and directly enveloped Xie Xiaozhou, making him the most eye-catching focus on the stage.

All eyes were on him.

The host raised his voice: "Unfortunately, our last guest is also out early, and his heart rate is also 0!"

"It seems that no one can capture this Mr. Painter. The world where Mr. Painter lives will be temporarily sealed, waiting for the next opening..."

Not finished yet.

The audience off the court let out a burst of exclamation, which almost overwhelmed the host's voice.

The host didn't know why, so he turned his head a little strangely.

I saw the figure of the painter appearing in a raging flame.

There were jumping flames all around him, but none of them dared to approach him, they retreated towards the sides, and a path appeared.

The artist put a handkerchief against the corner of his lips and coughed continuously.After a while, he put down his hand, allowing people to see his appearance.

The painter has always been indifferent, and all emotions are frozen in the body without revealing anything.But this fire seemed to melt his disguise, and a touch of other colors appeared in his glazed pupils.

It was a blazing, sincere fire that would stay in his heart and never go away.

At the same time, the heart rate on the side of the screen began to move.

The host said excitedly: "It seems that Mr. Painter has a heartbeat for No. 2, how much will it be? Let us wait and see—"

The number representing the heart rate began to vibrate slightly.

Lu Lu said, "It should be more than 50%?"

Xu Ran touched his chin: "I think it may be 70%."

Shen Yueyu: "Impossible, where are there so many? I think there is only a little bit at most."

After waiting for a while, no specific numbers appeared yet.

Shen Yueyu couldn't hold back anymore, and said: "It can't be 100%."

Just finished speaking.

Seeing that the numbers on the screen were frozen, the artist was either not moved, or—

"100%" The host's voice almost broke through the sky, "It turned out to be another 100%, guest No. 2 once again broke the record!"

Shen Yueyu: "..."

He suddenly felt a little pain in his face.

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

Accompanied by the applause, the cheering colors representing Shen Yueyu below decreased by a large amount.

【Hahahaha this No. 1 has lost all my fans】

[Where did so many No. 1 fans go?Hurry up and watch the fun]

[It's not easy for us to swipe 100% heartbeat in Zhouzhou]

[Here I suggest you surrender quickly, and you can rush to reincarnate, kiss]

Xie Xiaozhou returned to his original position and stood in a row with other guests.

As soon as they passed by, Lu Lu couldn't wait to ask: "How did you attack the painter? This can also get the heart rate, it's amazing!"

Xie Xiaozhou smiled and said nothing.

In fact, no matter whether it is a mermaid or a painter, their feelings for him are not "heartbeat", but another kind of paranoid and profound emotion, which can also be judged as heartbeat value.

As long as you know this logic, you can brush up to 100% heartbeat.

***

"Time flies, and it's time for the third round. After a short break, let's take a look at the third target—" The host pointed to the big screen.

The firelight on the screen was overwhelmed by darkness, and what appeared in front of him was a pitch-black room with no windows and no light, only vague outlines could be seen.

The screen gradually zooms in.

Sitting on the stairs was a young man with crimson hair, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a naked upper body covered with strong but not exaggerated muscles and black chains.

Two of the chains passed through his lute, leaving bloody streaks on his skin.

He's stuck here.

But even if he was chained, the young man was still full of danger, as if the next second, he would rush up and bite the throat of the person who came by without hesitation.

The young man seemed to sense that someone was watching him, and looked up.His eyes had no focus, and they fell powerlessly somewhere in the void.

The host began a detailed introduction: "This is a magical world. The one in front of you was once the king of the demon clan, but because he was blind, he lost to others and became a prisoner. Therefore, he became cruel and violent, with repeated personality. No Knowing such an exciting goal, how should the guests approach it?"

"This link adopts the staggered peak strategy, and your identities are - the guards of the imprisoned demon king."