Psychic

Song Wenneng’s background is too tough, she can do it arbitrarily, regardless of what other people say, her decision will never change, and she will not make redundant explanations.

She returned the protest from all the players and sneered: “If you have any objection to this result, you can quit the game directly, we will never keep it. The program will always be broadcast later, and Van Gogh is worthy of this. First, you will know by then, and the audience will also know that we ca n’t do the stupid thing to do this self-smashing signboard for ratings. “

“I want to take a look at the replays of the Vatican Sea elections. This requires you to always be satisfied?” Chongming said loudly.

“Yes, yes, let’s watch the playback! We have to watch the playback!” Everyone echoed together and didn’t care if the program group’s station was dismantled.

Song Wenneng waved to the director, and the LED screen on the wall began to replay the performance of Van Gogh. He closed his eyes and described the photo, making everyone speechless. This is no longer a psychic category, is it a psychic?

“Fake! Your program team must have agreed with him in advance! He knows which photos you will select, he must know!” Chongming screamed with red eyes. He stayed in Yunduguan for many years. His vision and mind were very narrow. He grew up under the praise of the teacher in Guanzhong. He only knew himself, he didn’t know others, and he was even reluctant to admit others’ excellence.

He shouted so much that other players thought the video was fake.

Song Wenneng was too lazy to take care of these people, and directly opened the door of the recording room, driving away: “If you don’t believe you can retire, I have nothing to say.”

Chongming thought of the one million prize, he could not help showing greed and struggling looks, and the rest of them hesitated.

At this moment, Van Gogh raised his head and looked straight at him, his sharp eyes swiftly swept across Chongming’s red eyes and his fierce face, and finally stayed a little lower on his side. Ahuo seemed to perceive something, looking at Vangallo’s sight, but he saw no one beside Chongming.

“Abomination!” He Jinglian approached Van Gogh carefully, whispering in his ear: “He wants to harm you, he hates you!”

“Thank you for your advice, I will be careful.” Van Gogh looked down at this kind and lovely girl, his eyes as gentle as running water.

He Jinglian tightened her clothes and smiled contentedly.

A Huoxun set out and said: “It’s really unsightly! I can smell the breath on him, very clear, sweet, and full of the power of life, so I always thought he was a good person! The sense of smell can never go wrong. How could this playback not work on him? “

Van Gogh stared at Chongming, his expression was meaningful.

Chongming quickly looked at the vacant seat beside him, and his eyes crossed the moment of tension and confusion. But he calmed down immediately and sneered: “I will never take the initiative to retire. I want to see how you can help him cheat in the future!”

Song Nuan knew that these people would not leave. Who doesn’t want a one million bonus? Moreover, after the show became popular, their fame could be sold together. In the future, when they opened a consulting company, countless businesses would automatically come to the door. It is a fame and fortune, who is willing to leave?

As she expected, the show crew’s attitude was tough, and the players softened their bones and sat back to the original position while handing themselves the steps.

Song Nuan continued to announce the rules and time for the next game, and then ended the recording.

When everyone was gone, Fangallo stood up and walked out of the door. Ahuo and He Jinglian were like two small tails, keeping pace with each other. When they walked to the elevator, their expression of stealing music suddenly froze on their faces, and instead of daring to move their legs, they moved back inch by inch.

Van Gogh looked into the elevator and it became clear.

Song Rui held the door open button and invited with a smile: “Come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

Van Gaal stepped forward.

He Jinglian and A Huo dragged his sleeves from left to right, and each issued a warning:

“Don’t go, he has a strong dark breath, he is a monster!” Ahuo’s so-called monster is not a real monster, but only a classification of bad guys: thieves are bad guys, and they smell like rotten eggs. The big evil is a beast, there is a peculiar smell that is unique to the fierce beast; the bad smell of the human will be like a thick fog in the night, not to mention the specific taste, but it can penetrate into the mind from the tip of the nose and invade every nerve Awaken every nightmare.

This was the second time he met a monster. The first time was at the age of six. All the people in the village died in the hands of the monster. But when no one believed him, they all felt that the child had a bad nose. , Or the brain is broken.

Ahuo was terrified, but he still held Van Gogh tightly and supported it firmly. If he was a big dog, his tail might have been pinched by the trembling legs.

“Don’t go, he is an abyss.” He Jinglian’s face was paler than ever. Even at a distance of four or five meters, she was still permeated by the cold breath emitted by this person, attacked, and took away all the temperature in the body. He stood in the elevator, so the narrow space became a dark abyss, trying to devour all the prey that came close to him.

Song Rui is not deaf, and naturally can hear the words of the two, but his smile is still so gentle and gentle, pressing the open button with his fingertips, waiting politely and persistently.

“Come in?” He didn’t look at the two young men, just staring at Van Gogh.

“Okay.” Fangallo broke free of the two and pulled into the elevator without hurrying, nodding toward the door: “We’ll see you next time.”

“Hey, Van Gollo, don’t go! He’s a big bad guy! You believe me!” Ahuo wailed for a while on the already closed elevator door.

He Jinglian glanced around stiffly, and then quickly ran to Ahuo, showing an expression of extreme discomfort but having to endure.

The elevator slowly descended, and Van Gogh looked up to the ceiling, his eyes shining with joy, until Ahuo’s wailing disappeared completely above him, and then he laughed lightly: “It’s funny two children. But,” he gently palm Covering Song Rui’s back, his voice dropped a lot in an instant, “You should stop it, you are destroying yourself.”

Song Rui subconsciously tightened his body, but did not wait for the expected pain, but was taken away by the lightness of all discomfort. A stream of Qin Liang slowly merged into the **** wounds along the tail vertebrae, and climbed onto his scalp, soothing every nerve and even every cell of him.

He took a deep breath in secret and asked sideways: “I always wanted to know what exactly I look like in your eyes? Is it really a dark bottomless abyss?”

Fangalaban just glanced at him casually, but somehow, suddenly fixed his gaze, his slightly curved thin lips slowly straightened, and showed a rare confused expression: “I don’t know how to describe it, darkness still exists , But there is light, a very weak point, suddenly disappearing, like … “

He put his fingers together and lightly touched Song Rui’s jaw, causing the other person to turn his face completely towards him. He looked at it carefully and carefully, and considered: “It seems that a star is lit up.”

“Stars?” Song Rui froze, repeating: “Are you sure a star?”

Fangallo looked straight into his undulating eyes, and said firmly: “Yes, it’s a star. The stars lit up in the abyss, it’s incredible!” He probably thought it was funny, so his smile changed. It was a lot brighter, and it showed a bit of innocence, like a teenager without worries.

Song Rui guessed that his age must be young, at least much smaller than the body he currently owns, so he smiled.

Song Rui only murmured for a few seconds after being puzzled: “Yes, there is such a star.”

Fangallo looked at him in surprise, “You know what that is?”

“I know.” Song Rui nodded with a smile, but refused to say more.

Fangallo endured it, and seemed to be unable to resist it, so he asked, “What the **** is that? I’m curious.”

Song Rui’s smile became more and more real, “I am also very curious about him, and I will tell you when I really understand him.”

Fangalodin looked at him a few times and found that he was really ready to sell the pass, so he waved his hands, wrinkled his nose, and left quite disappointedly.

Song Rui watched his car drive away, and then took out his mobile phone to make a call. The other side quickly connected, but the tone was dejected: “How come you suddenly remembered to call me? I asked you to do your profile. Yet?”

Song Rui: “The information has been sent to your mailbox, have you found no clue?”

Zhuang Zhen: “Yes, I didn’t find any useful clues. The criminal investigation technology at that time was not comparable to that of us now. I can only rely on your profile to find the suspects, but the population loss situation here is very serious. Yes, I could n’t find those people at that time. Xiao Fei has n’t closed his eyes for more than a week. I ca n’t solve the case anymore. I ’m afraid he will collapse. ”

Song Rui looked at the parking lot exit, there was a white light that drove away all the darkness, so he pursed his lips and smiled and said seriously: “If it doesn’t work, I suggest you go and seek the help of Vanguard, he may be you Last hope. “

Zhuang Zhen asked seriously: “How can you be as naive as Xiao Fei, how can the psychic gadget really exist? Others say you can read mind surgery, why don’t you call yourself a psychic? I will never be a Zhuangzhen Take the case and ask the ghosts and gods, this is irresponsible for the victims and their families. “

“That’s fine.” Song Rui smiled meaningfully: “Then let’s say something light. My cousin recently shot a reality show called” The World of Strange People “. I’m a judge on the show. You have You can take a look at the time, relax, just add ratings to my cousin. “

“Huh? Are you still recording the show? Don’t you hate selling your face the most?” Zhuang Zhen was surprised.

“The show is very interesting, I recorded it very pleasantly today. You are busy, I drove.” Song Rui hung up the phone with a smile.

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When Fangallo returned to the Moon Bay community, it was near midnight. Xia Feng whistled in the gap between the buildings and made a crying sound, but the crying in Building 1 was more tragic than the howling of the overcast wind.

The women on the fourth floor were beaten down by a family of children, and the begging of mercy one after another seemed to be blood-stained and helpless to the extreme; the seventh floor was dead and silent, but a loud noise erupted in the next second, as if the walls had collapsed; The anti-theft door on the 14th floor was ragged, and the timid owner dared not come back to live …

When Fangallo climbed to the 17th floor, he suddenly stood still, staring at the dark corner of the small animal that used to hide from him. The eyes that had been circulating gradually became dark and sticky, and all emotions Take away. He watched for a long time, and stood for a long time, and then continued to climb step by step, the original light footsteps were slightly heavy.

He lay in the bathtub, submerged in cold water and fell asleep. The clear water slowly stained with ink in the passage of time, and those ink colors that were close to his skin were absorbed cleanly. After sleeping for about twenty minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up halfway in the bathtub, frowning his delicate eyebrows, pursing his red lips, and looked helplessly at a corner of the bathroom. This expression made him show a bit childish.

“Come here.” His clear voice was compressed by the forced space, and it seemed even colder.

There was no one in the room, but he stretched out his slender fingertips, across the void. A drop of black water droplets contaminated his white nails and slid down the beautiful arc, but did not fall, but disappeared at the edge of the fingertips, as if licked by an invisible mouth go with.

After a few seconds, a cloud of mist from shallow to deep, from light to thick, from gray to black, gradually condensed into a thin and small human shape. The figure had no facial features, only a pair of short hands, shaking a pair of thin legs, and stood in awkward position. He seemed to want to get close, but he was afraid of this cold bathtub filled with black water.

“Let me see what happened to you.” Vanguard’s fingertips were still hanging in the air.

The humanoid mist quickly moved a few steps and pressed his forehead.

Fangalo closed his eyes and felt that his helpless expression had turned into total indifference. He saw a messy home with piles of clothes on the balcony, mouldy and stale dishes in the sink, crooked takeaway boxes on the coffee table, and scattered chairs and express bags on the floor.

A drunken man opened the door with the key and staggered into the living room, but was tripped by the courier and nearly fell. A little boy ran up to help quickly, his face timid and shouted to his father silently.

The man stared at the little boy with his head, his red eyes gleamed with the light of a bird of prey. When the little boy stepped back in fear, he suddenly kicked hard and cursed: “You **** cumbersome! If this home is without you Enough!”

After scolding, the man fell to the sofa behind him, snoring and sleeping. Time passed bit by bit, and the little boy who had been kicked in the abdomen had been lying on the floor. He had no time to shout, dodge, or even struggle, and died silently.

Fangallo retracted his fingertips, staring blankly at the human fog.

The humanoid mist twisted his small body and waved his short hand, as if eagerly begging for something.

Fangallo shook his head: “Who doesn’t want to live? But you are already dead.”

The human-shaped mist exhales a lighter mist, then drills into the angle between the bathtub and the toilet to seal itself off.

The wind outside was blowing loudly, and the bathroom was crying intermittently, restrained but confused. He was too young, he was too late to grow up, and he did not know what death meant. The longing for life burned in his soul, so that he never dissipated in this sullen place.

Fangalo lay back to the bathtub with his painful head in mind, tried to close his eyes, but sat up again after dozens of minutes, supporting Yi, thinking seriously for a long while, and finally sighed: “That’s the case, then let’s try it out , Anyway, I have already crushed my bones. “