Psychic

The recording time of the second episode was scheduled to be three days later. During these three days, Van Gogh always lay asleep in the bathtub, but would wake up at midnight and feed the little humanoid mist with a drop of black water Beads.After three drops of water droplets, the mist has condensed into a thin soul body, the skin is pale, the eyes are dark, and the eyes are as shiny as they were in life.

During the day, he will shrink into a ball and guard by the big brother's bathtub; at night, he will be cautious and cautious, but he will eagerly wait for the brief meeting at midnight.He especially likes the feeling that his elder brother's clear voice trembles and echoes in the forced bathroom. That is the joy that even his soul will resonate.

On the evening of the third day, Fangallo woke up early, and he had to go to the TV station to record the show before seven o'clock.After connecting the charger, the phone finally turned on, dozens of missed calls and more than one hundred unread messages rushed to the screen, most of them came from Zhao Wenyan.

Fangalo was about to call back, but Zhao Wenyan slammed in, his voice like a worn old bellows, "Galuo, what should I do? Can I escape Su Fengxi's clutch in my life? You honestly Tell me, do I still have hope? "

"Well? You wait a moment." Van Gogh seemed to feel that he kept the phone and changed to the news page, but saw that all the front page headlines were pushing Su Fengxi's new song.In just a few days, she had killed a way out of desperation, announced her interest, but changed to become a singer, and the first song occupied the top of the major music charts with unpredictable momentum.

Some music critics described her voice as such-this is a singing from the deep sea, a wonderful song floating in heaven, and a magic sound from hell, which has the power to confuse people!I love her, I love her crazy!

Below this comment are hundreds of thousands of likes, Su Fengxi's new song has almost everyone's ears.From the loss of her reputation to the resurgence of popularity, she spent less time than Van Gogh, she is a miracle of the entertainment industry.Netizens all said that she was a talented singer who was seriously delayed by her acting career. If she took the singer route early in the morning, where would she be reduced to the present?Her fans will love her as much as they love life!

This sentence is not exaggerated at all. When Su Fengxi's song sounded, some people laughed when they listened, others cried when they listened, and others fell into a collapse or madness when they listened.Her singing does have extraordinary appeal, and it can seduce the deepest emotions of the listener's depression. Love and hate, sorrow and joy, bitterness and joy all make wine in her singing and make people drink it. Get drunk.

When Fangallo checked the news, Su Fengxi's singing echoed in this forcing space, both like the whispers of the Kraken and the whispers of the devil.

Xu Yiyang, who was also very happy for the elder brother's early awakening, immediately covered her ears and showed a painful expression.This voice made him extremely uncomfortable.

Zhao Wenyan, who was silently waiting for an echo, suddenly uttered a painful moan. "Gallo, please turn off the music! I can't hold it anymore!" Since Su Fengxi's new song has spread all over the country, Zhao Wenyan has once again fallen into trouble In hell, even if he could n’t see anyone, and only heard her singing, he would remember the bits and pieces that used to be with her. Those humiliating memories changed their colors and appearances in her singing. Totally sweet and tender.

It is easy to avoid a person, but it is difficult to avoid a sound.The song is playing on the Internet, in reality, in the streets, shopping malls, and even every passing car, as if weaving a celestial net, called Zhao Wenyan, nowhere to escape.Just yesterday, if Mr. Zhao Guoan had sent a bodyguard to intercept him in time, he had knocked on Su Fengxi's house and once again knelt at her feet and waved his tail to beg for mercy.

The influence of this song has been magnified infinitely by the men who have been tempted by Su Fengxi.Before that, if they were just obsessed with her, after that, they would be willing to give her even if they were destined.Of course, the love of ordinary people for this song has also become crazy as time goes by.

After experiencing such a disastrous defeat, Su Fengxi seemed to go to an extreme.

Zhao Wenyan gasped and asked, "Is she ..."

Fangalo returned to the call page with a calm voice: "Yes, her ability is stronger."

Zhao Wenyan was silent for several decades before speaking hard: "Can you ..."

Fangallo laughed lightly and comforted: "Don't be afraid, things will always be resolved. In this world, there is no power without restraint."

"Really?" Zhao Wenyan's trembling voice began to calm down. I don't know why. As long as Vangallo said yes, he felt that he could do it. As long as Vangallo said don't be afraid, he was really not afraid.Su Fengxi's voice is magical, but Van Goghro's magic is no less than hers.He is more peaceful, indifferent and calm. If Su Fengxi is a devil, then he is undoubtedly an angel and a harbor of ambulance.

Zhao Wenyan couldn't wait to say: "Listen to Cao Xiaohui saying you are going to record the show tonight? How about I go with you?" He now wants to stay with Van Gogh and not go anywhere.

Fangallo's gentle voice reassured him: "Come on, we'll see you on TV at half past six."

"No, no, I'll pick you up, and I will start now." When he said this, Zhao Wenyan had already drove his car on the road to Moon Bay Community.

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At half past six, Fangallo and Zhao Wenyan walked side by side into the studio. Cao Xiaohui was carrying bags behind him, his expression flattering.The players are all here, and they are gathering, meditating, meditating and practicing.A beautifully tuned song echoed above the hall, and the singer was Su Fengxi.

Zhao Wenyan's footsteps were slightly paused, his face tight.

Van Gaal gently put his hand against his back and appeased: "It's okay, but only a song." His slender five-finger like an indestructible shield, blocking the surging magic sound; he Qinglang's voice is very soft and slow, and it can't be compared with the loud singing through the loudspeaker, but it completely covers it miraculously.

Zhao Wenyan's tight body immediately relaxed, and his straight lips flared involuntarily.

"I'm much better." He whispered against the young man's ear, if he could, he wanted to stick to the other side all the time.

The posture of the two was too intimate, causing a lot of staff to read it, and then remembered Su Fengxi's complaint after the new song.It turned out that she was right. Fangalore was indeed Mr. Zhao's new love. Or would Mr. Zhao personally accompany a small star to record this unknown program?Look, it's so close, it seems like I'm afraid to lose people.

Everyone's eyes could not affect Fangalo. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the players who were entrenched in the corner of the hall.In Su Fengxi's singing, they meditated peacefully, meditating, and didn't feel any discomfort. Some people even showed a relaxed and happy expression, as if the practice had benefited.Only He Jinglian frowned and stirred her hands, and it was very difficult to sit up, but when the song entered the high tide, and Su Fengxi's tone suddenly climbed, this uneasiness also dissipated.

Fangalo took back his eyes and already knew what Su Fengxi was doing.

A staff member greeted him warmly and took the three to a separate lounge.Although Song Wenwen was not afraid of Zhao Wenyan, the leaders of the TV station did not dare to neglect the big brother. It is still necessary to give a little special treatment appropriately.

At the same time, Song Rui was holding a two-foot square sandalwood box into the observation room.

"Cousin, what did you bring?" Song Wenwen wanted to help him move the boxes, but found that it was dead.

"I'll come by myself." Song Rui placed the box on the table, glanced at the boxes brought by the other three judges, and said: "Like we said last time, don't listen to each other's boxes. Whatever you put, you only need to know that what we bring is related to life. In addition to the warmth, we can open the boxes of all of us and take a look. Other staff must avoid it. That is, in this studio, know Everyone who answers correctly has no second except warmth. "

"Cousin, why do you arrange this? What do you want to do?" Song Nuan was puzzled.

"I just want to confirm some of my guesses." Song Rui waved his hand: "Warm, you can secretly open our box to check, photographers and monitors please avoid."

Although Song Nuan felt inexplicable, he understood that this arrangement would make the show appear more mysterious, and the mystery has always been the effect she sought, so she avoided everyone and secretly looked at the things in the box.The things brought by Dr. Lin, Dr. Qian, and Dr. Ouyang are obviously very interesting, making her cover her mouth and snicker, but the things brought by her cousin make her frown, showing a confused expression.

"Cousin, we have already said that, to bring life-related test items, what kind of gadgets do you bring? When did your comprehension become so poor? Elementary students are better than you at examining questions!" Song Warm rolled his eyes in front of the camera.

Song Rui just smiled lightly, without refuting.

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Time slowly approached seven, and the players were all ready.Chongming looked around in the hall without looking for Van Gogh, so he went outside and asked about the situation.

"Oh, you said Van Gogh, he has a separate lounge, not with you." A field attendant pointed to a row of small rooms on the inside of the corridor.

Chongming's handsome face twisted for a moment because of jealousy, and then sneered and walked over, but stopped suddenly at the door of a certain room.

A slightly ironic female voice came from the door: "... I also secretly found the director to watch the replay. Van Gogh is really powerful. He is the well-deserved number one! That Chongming was also embarrassed to compete with our sister Song, he I do n’t look at how normal my performance is. He ca n’t say anything but the picture, and it ’s good to be ranked seventh. As Dr. Song said, his ability is too limited, he You can only see the appearance, but not the essence. What kind of spirit medium is this? "

"Yeah, I also think that his ability is very weak. Yeah, Xia Xia, what is your dog trying to do with his hind legs? Pee? Take it out soon, this dressing room is Sister Song, let her smell Urine. You smell bad! "

There was a chaotic battle in the room, and then a girl in her early twenties rushed out of the room carrying a pug and almost hit Chongming.She evaded dangerously, and glanced quickly at the man in a robe, but was startled by a pair of crimson, vulgar, and angry eyes.

She gradually ran away, but she turned around again and again, looking at Chongming with fear.Chongming also stared at her with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.For a few moments, he moved slightly and followed quietly.

Three minutes later, the girl ran back, crying, holding a breathless puppy in her arms.Her crying attracted several other makeup artists. Everyone was surprised by the death of the puppy. It was not sick and harmless, and there was no trauma to the body. It was only a few seconds away from the owner's line of sight. Why was it gone?

The girl ’s sad cry attracted Van Gogh ’s attention. He was about to let Cao Xiaohui check the situation, but the door of the lounge was knocked. Chongming leaned against the door frame and his smile was as sunny as the sun: I encountered a bottleneck in spiritual practice. I heard that you are very strong. Can you give me some advice? "

Fangallo turned to look at him, his lazy expression instantly converging.He slowly stood up, gently pressed Zhao Wenyan, who also wanted to get up, slowly walked to the door, pushed Cao Xiaohui aside, staring at the young man: "Yes, we can find a quiet corner to talk alone."

This sentence was in the middle of Chongming, and his smile grew brighter. He pointed to the black staircase not far away and said, "Come on, let's go there and talk."

Zhao Wenyan stood up nervously, but was appeased by Fangallo's slightly raised back pressure palm: "It's nothing serious, I'll be back in a moment."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you here." Zhao Wenyan stared at him eagerly.

The two entered the stairwell and entered the darkest corner.Chongming's eyes flashed red awns in this dark color, like a mad beast, and like a evil spirit.He spread his spasmodic fingers and caught Vanguard's shoulder unexpectedly, pulling it outwards.In the darkness, the bright smile on his face was finally replaced by the grimace, but it turned into horror at the next instant.He failed to pull anything out of Van Gogh. The other party seemed to be empty, or the desert of Henggu.

Fangallo turned back and looked at him quietly, his voice very soft: "Is this your ability?"

"What are you talking about?" Chongming wanted to take back the hand that was placed on Fangallo's shoulder, but was firmly held back by the other party. A force of suction was quickly generated in his body by this cold hand, scouring his body. Blood and spirit, and then surging towards the palm of the Van Gogh, just like all rivers and lakes will eventually run to a wider ocean, that is the unstoppable force of nature.

"You and I understand what your abilities are." Van Gogh looked down at his feet, although there was nothing there.

Chongming looked down his eyes, his eyes wide and his expression stunned.He seemed to understand something, so he struggled frantically.He wriggled desperately, snarled, kicked, scratched, but completely useless.He was once incapable of living forever, now he is embarrassed like a maggot that cannot be turned over by the fingertips of human beings.

Coincidentally, the door of the stairwell was pushed open, and a staff member urged: "You are indeed here! It's almost seven o'clock. The director asked you to hurry back to the studio."

The ferocious suction disappeared, and Van Gogh gently released Chongming's hand and smiled in the dark: "Okay, we will come right away."

Chongming stepped back a few steps at once, slammed the staff and the false door, and ran towards the corridor.There was a white lamp on the top of the gallery. When these lights hit Chongming's face, his eyes were wet, and the joy of escape made him cry.

A girl who was also crying collided with him. He gave him a fierce glance and photographed the girl's body with something that had already been stored in his palm but could not be released to Van Galo.