Psychic

After the five tests were over, the outfield host stood on the stage and said: “Dear players, your performance has been passed back to our observation room through the camera. Whether you can enter the preliminary round still has to wait for the judges to pronounce. Now, please After fifteen minutes of rest, our chief director will soon come with the results. At that time, she will reveal for yourself what is hidden behind this curtain. “

The players nodded in agreement and then picked a corner to take a rest. A confident player said to the camera: “I have been working for two and a half hours in a row, and my spirit power has been exhausted. You have to rely on meditation to recover. You do n’t shoot around me, it will disturb me. But your test It ’s not difficult at all, I feel it all. “

The naughty director immediately sent the scene of the player’s performance and his prediction results back to the observation room. He guessed five of the five photos incorrectly, and his record was “brilliant”.

Song Wenwen pointed to this person and said: “A total of 309 players signed up. Only 16 finalists were successful, and only 7 out of 5 guesses. It seems that the pretend players are still the overwhelming majority. How do you think that you can get one million by luck and deception? We are a reality show that will be broadcast on the entire network. Are they not afraid of ugliness? “

The metaphysician Dr. Lin explained: “Miss Song, you don’t know this. In fact, psychic is a very idealistic thing. Some people are born with talents, and some people are particularly interested in this aspect although they have no talents. In the long-term groping, if you catch some feelings that seem to be nothing, you also think that you can psychic. In your opinion, these people are completely swindlers, but in fact they are convinced of their ability, they I never thought it was a speculation. “

Song Wenwen nodded: “I understand that the highest level of deception is to deceive oneself, they even deceived themselves.”

“Yes, it is so, so you can find that the players who come to register have a strong self-confidence.”

After this discussion, Song Nuan looked at his cousin and asked a question he was very interested in: “Dr. Song, we all know that you are a world-renowned psychologist. What you do best is to observe and analyze a person, then Can you analyze and analyze these players for us and rank them in terms of strength? Come and trouble, our staff will send photos of each player, we will explain one by one. “

The staff quickly sent the photos to the guest table.

All display screens have been turned off, and people in the observation room can no longer see the scene in the auditorium. As he wiped his glasses, Song Rui reminisced about all the moments about Van Gogh. He seemed more mysterious than he first saw, and his appearance also had some changes, which had gradually been born out of the original Van Gogh, and became A completely different person-a more handsome but more closed person. What will he look like next time he meets?

Thinking of this, Song Rui frowned. Song Wenneng saw him distracted, and could only quietly step on his feet under the stage.

“I can only draw conclusions based on my observations, not necessarily accurate.” Song Rui turned his thinking back to reality in a second.

He spread out and shuffled all the photos, then selected six and explained to the camera one by one: “This is Yuan Zhongzhou, a mind repairer. He will ring the bell every time he senses, so I think his ability should be Related to hearing, similar to the ultrasound of a bat. “

He singled out the photos of He Jinglian and Zhu Xiya and put them together: “Their abilities are very similar and rely on keen perception.”

He picked up the photos of Chongming and Ahuo, “their abilities are also very similar, one depends on the eyesight and the other on the sense of smell. Note that the eyesight I mentioned should be similar to the legendary perspective eye, because Chongming ’s answer is It only describes the original image. He can accurately locate any objects in the photo, but there is no way to receive the emotions that the photographer wants to convey through these pictures. “

He finally lifted the photo of Ding Puhang: “His ability is similar to mind reading. I still observe how it works.”

He reconstituted these photos and continued: “This is what I think is really a psychic player. The abilities of other players are still in doubt with me. If I let them sort them, I will rank Yuanzhongzhou. In the first place, if you combine his answers, you will find that the scenes and emotions he can perceive are very grand. In a sense, you can even see the past and the future. Although I am an atheist, I cannot Does not recognize his ability. “

“The second place should be Zhu Xiya, she can sense everything is comprehensive, emotional fluctuations and scene changes are within her range of acceptance, but she is more sensitive to the past, present and future than Zhongzhou is slightly inferior. “

“The third place is He Jinglian. She can’t perceive specific scenes, and can’t clarify the past, present, and future, but her sense of emotion is the strongest. The first photo is hungry, the second The danger of the photo, the tranquility of the third photo, the pleasure of the fourth photo, and the despair of the fifth photo can all be accurately sensed. Her ability to capture emotions amazes me. “

“The fourth place is Ah Huo. He can not only smell specific things, but also find the emotion hidden under the thing. This is a kind of natural intuition similar to the beast.”

“The fifth place is Chongming. I have already said that he can only see the appearance, but he cannot discover the essence. His ability is very limited.”

“At the end is Ding Puhang, he is just a speculator.”

Song Rui took a drink from the glass and seemed to be not going to explain it any more. Song Nuan poked one of the photos hard and hinted, “This is over? Did you forget who?”

Song Rui glanced at her beautifully trimmed, long, pointed nails, and frowned. He took the photo away from under her fingertips, gently smoothed the light scratch, and placed it on top of all the photos, calmly saying: “It’s not that I forgot Van Gogh, but I think that he is completely different from these people and cannot be compared. His ability is beyond my understanding and I dare not speculate. “

The more he knew about Van Gogh, the more soberly Song Rui realized-how arrogant and ignorant he once had analyzed this person in the police station. Want to see through this person, how is it enough to meet once or twice? Even ten or twenty years is in vain.

Song Wennuan had never seen a cousin who had such a high evaluation of who, could not help asking: “Is not on the same level as you?” Don’t think she doesn’t know, in the eyes of cousin, everyone in the world is available Nothing, stupid, dull and boring, he never put anyone in his eyes, let alone his heart, his arrogance is the first in the world!

“No, I’m just an ordinary person.” Song Rui said rightfully.

Song warmed, and looked at his cousin with eyes wide open. He couldn’t believe it was said from his mouth. It’s not easy, it’s not easy to make this seemingly humble, but actually arrogant and arrogant guy say such humble words, Van Gogh is really amazing!

“Do several judges have different opinions?” Song Nuan pressed down the surprise in his heart and looked at the other three judges.

“There is no doubt that Van Gogh is the strongest.” The three said in unison.

“But I think Ding Puhang can be ranked in front of Ah Huo.” Dr. Qian objected.

“We also think that Ding Puhang’s strength should be in the front, he is even stronger than He Jinglian and Zhu Xiya.” Dr. Ouyang and Dr. Lin also gave their opinions.

Song Rui was no longer interested in the words of the three judges, but just stared at the photos of Vanguard. The photographer quietly pulled a close shot to take a picture of his face, but found that he was not contemplating, but was simply in a daze. His narrow eyes condensed the floating light, focused, indulged, and had blocked everything except the photo .

Song Nuan discussed with the three judges for a while before ranking. Song Rui woke up like a dream and said a few words: “When the results are announced, bring a few security guards. Players 12, 66, and 109 are very emotional. Out of control. I wo n’t pass, just take a step first. ”

“Ah? You just left?” Song Wenneng was too late to stop. He had already left with Van Gogh’s photo, and his back was very free and easy.

Song Wenneng couldn’t help her. She had to take the security staff to the downstairs auditorium to announce the result. She asked people to raise the curtain, then showed five photos in turn, and said with a smile: “Can you advance, should you have a count?” You can now open the card in your hand and take a look at it. If you do n’t write, you will go to the recording room next door.

Seeing the beautiful and elegant Song Warm, Ding Puhang’s eyes suddenly flickered, and then walked gracefully, trying to sell his personal feelings: “Beauty, you will have to pay attention to No. 12 and …”

He didn’t finish talking. Players No. 12, 66, and 109 were already in trouble. One of them also took out a knife and pulled it on his palm, saying that he wanted to curse the show with blood. They were reluctant to accept the reality that they were eliminated, and they kept saying that the show crew was playing with them. The five photos they put on now must be fake, and what they sensed is true.

If there is no mention of the cousin, Song Nuan will definitely be burnt, but fortunately, she trusts her cousin very much, and the security personnel she has brought have been lurking quietly around the three, and they have been controlled in an instant.

Ding Puhang retreated to his original position, glanced casually at the card in his hand, and found that it was marked with a “6” in addition to the word “promotion”. What does that mean?

Fangallo didn’t open the card at all, but stood up and stroked the gray traces that didn’t exist on his shoulders, and then silently followed Song Nuanwen out of the auditorium. The three follow-up photographers kept shooting around him, not daring to miss his side, front, back, every expression, every gait, or even every casual eye conversion. The countless monitors installed on the truss also follow his movement and rotate, completely taking him as the focus of the audience.

Most of the players who can enter the preliminary round have a keen sense, and naturally understand the supernatural treatment secretly obtained by Vanguard. But their response to this was quite different: Yuan Zhongzhou was always immersed in his own world, not paying attention to others; Zhu Xiya looked at Van Gogh curiously and then looked away; Ding Puhang followed Song Nuan all the way, looking for various Opportunity to talk up, completely do not care if the lens has given himself; but the most outside person who should be indifferent to fame and fortune, Chongming, is most jealous of the treatment of Van Gogh, secretly glaring at him several times.

Van Gaal walked on the crowded promenade, but it was like walking in the deserted desert, he was a world himself.

Gradually, He Jinglian, who still felt strongly uneasy in her mother’s arms, began to look at him frequently, her eyes showing struggling and longing. Seeing Ahuotian twirling around Van Gogh, although not ignored, she would not be driven away. She finally pushed away her mother and stumbled to the man.

In an instant, the whole world was quiet, and those noisy, cold, greedy, and jealous emotions disappeared completely, except for the clear and warm water. He Jinglian’s pale face regained its ruddy speed at a speed visible to the naked eye. She took the step to catch up with the dazzling young man, like a star chasing the moon.

Her mother followed her and shouted her name, her expression very anxious.

“Mom, go back. I’m much better now. I can do it alone.” He Jinglian was walking backwards and waving her hand, with a smile that she had never seen before.

Mother He was blocked by the staff from the recording room. After all, she was not a contestant and was not eligible to participate in the filming of the show.

The thick and heavy door with the sound insulation layer was closed, and Song Wenren greeted everyone to choose a seat casually. As soon as Fangallo sat down in the last row, the two empty seats around him were quickly occupied by Ah Huo and He Jinglian. Due to the urgency of the mood, the two even bumped into each other on the way.

It wasn’t until this time that Van Gogh raised his head and quietly looked at the sixteen selected players. His deep eyes only flickered across some people’s faces, but he gazed at Yuan Zhongzhou and others for a long time.

Almost immediately, Yuan Zhongzhou sensed this gaze, and then suddenly turned back to catch the voyeur: three young people were sitting in the back row, all of them were beautiful, two of them were energetic, and there was a little breath. Weak, nothing special. Yuan Zhongzhou withdrew his gaze, but his entire body of hair remained upright, and his apex was uncontrolled. He only experienced this feeling of being stared at by a large beast once, and that time, he was only 0.01 seconds away from death.

Fangalo hooked the corners of his lips and continued to observe the others. Then all his eyes focused on Chongming, and the left eyebrow was slightly raised, as if it was an accident.

Chongming is holding the promotion card and talking to Song Nuan Wen: “Miss Song, what does this number mean?”

“Ah, this is your ranking.” Song Nuan said broadly.

“Our ranking? According to our strength?” Chongming’s tone was obviously angry.

“Yes, we ranked according to your overall performance, you are seventh, and the results are very good!” Song Nuan started to make trouble.

Chongming sneered: “Why do you rank us? Do you understand our true strength? Who are the six people in front of me, can you let me know?”

Song Wennuan read the names of the 16 players in turn, and found that the first one turned out to be Van Gogh. The rest of the players began to whisper, and showed an expression of anger. They firmly believed that Fangallo could enter the preliminary round because the program group opened the back door. But this is not difficult to understand. After all, they are all amateurs, and Van Gogh is a star, with its own heat and flow, which can help the program crew to increase ratings.

But even so, the program team can’t give him the strongest evaluation in the audience, which is too unconvincing, and I’m not afraid of being scolded by the audience after the program is broadcast!

The contestants protested one after another, and the most violent thing was naturally Chongming. He was young and conceited, and he was reluctant to accept the fact that he was crushed by six people, threatening to withdraw from the game. Ding Puhang seemed to be very dissatisfied and was preparing to make solemn representations with Song Nuanwen, but he was stunned when he looked into the pupil of the other side, and then showed a horrified and unbelievable expression.

He closed his mouth very unnaturally and quietly sat back. It was at this moment that Van Gogh glanced at him inadvertently. Although his attitude was slack, the puncture in his eyes did not weaken.

The skin on Ding Puhang’s cheek jumped for a moment, and his expression management almost collapsed.