Psychic

After the second photo was finished, the time card returned to 30:00 again. Another photo was randomly selected. It was a blue sky in Turkey. There were many colorful hot air balloons floating in the sky. The city under the sky was covered in orange sunset , Quiet and serene.

Song Wennuan gradually realized that the more magnificent and lifeless photos are, the harder they are to be sensed by the players. They stood in front of the curtain, showing an extremely confused expression. Of course, those players who do n’t have real materials and think they have a strong sense of sensitivity have spoken confidently to the camera:

"Still beautiful! The program group seems to like beautiful women in particular!"

"Flame, it's flame, I feel the hot temperature, do you see it? My face is red hot!"

"It's a party, many people are singing and dancing."

Song Nuan constantly switched the screens on the display, and looked at this group of people with unrecognizable appearances, crying and laughing. When she tried to change the movie in front of her cousin, she was firmly held by the other hand holding the mouse: "Don't move."

"Do you always stare at Van Gogh alone? Do you feel bored? He has been sitting there, without even raising his head." Song Nuan rarely sees his cousin being so interested in a person until Jane is fascinated. He must know that his performance will be recorded and broadcast by the camera, but he doesn't care at all.

"Not greasy." What Song Rui didn't say was that he had already edited all the screens of Vangallo's interrogation and brought it home. In his free time, he could stare at the other person's white face in bright light See all day. He will carefully observe each of his movements, every expression, even every blink of an eye; he will also carefully analyze every sentence, every word, even every pause of his, to capture those who are hidden intentionally or unintentionally Subtle message.

How can this get tired? This is so interesting. Song Rui stared at the young man on the display screen and sighed in satisfaction.

Song Nuan gave up switching the screen in front of his cousin and instead observed the most optimistic people.

Yuan Zhongzhou has given the answer: [Long, vast, laughter and wonder floating in the air. 】

Chongming: [Hot air balloon, city. 】

Zhu Xiya: [Empty, boundless. 】

He Jinglian: [Tranquility is far away. 】

Ah Huo: [The smell of dusk, a city full of fireworks. 】

Ding Puhang: [Hot air balloons float in the sky, and the city shrouded in dusk under the sky. 】

This time, even Song Nuan also noticed that he was tired, pointing at Ding Puhang and said: "He is indeed a bit strange. His answer is a synthesis of the answers of all the strongest players. But he rarely observes the curtain. There was no induction gesture. "

Dr. Qian seems to appreciate Ding Puhang very much, and affirmed: "But you have to admit that his ability is there."

"Yes, I admit this." Song Nuanwen cut the picture to Vanguard, but found that he had given a black-and-white sketch to the photographer, and others could barely describe the scene in words, even with his eyes closed. come out.

"Strength crushed!" Song Wennuan shook his head and sighed.

In the later stage, I made a special effect on the spot, faded the black and white sketch of Van Gogh into a line draft, and enlarged the magnification on the three photos. Then I was shocked to find that they were indeed completely overlapping, as if by a color printing machine. It is generally printed according to the same template as an ordinary printer.

"Netizens will blow up when this episode is broadcast." After watching the coincidence comparison chart, Dr. Qian shook his head and smiled happily: "The faces of those netizens who scolded Fangalo for being a **** stick will be swollen.

Song Nuan touched his face subconsciously, his expression very embarrassing. She also seems to be one of those netizens who are short-sighted but self-righteous.

Another half an hour later, the fourth photo has been tested, and Fangallo still submitted a sketch, and the entire jury has been numb to his divine performance. Song Rui chose the last photo. He stared at the constantly scrolling large screen, and after two seconds, he immediately pressed the pause button.

A black-and-white photograph appeared on the projector behind the curtain. The dilapidated buildings were hidden among the trees and vines growing wildly. There was a blazing sun in the sky, but it was so lonely here.

"Auguss abandoned nuclear power plant!" Song Nuanwen exclaimed.

The other judges also showed unexpected expressions.

The Augustus nuclear power plant has absolutely a decisive position in human history, because it triggered an unprecedented nuclear explosion that razed a small city in the sand country on the spot and affected two other neighboring cities. On the day of the explosion, nearly 200,000 people died. The number of people who have been killed by nuclear radiation has not yet been counted. It is said that this number has reached a million. Since then, the city of Augustus has been abandoned, and only the wreckage of buildings and the plants and animals that have grown wildly under the influence of nuclear radiation remain there.

That's where humans can't set foot.

"Should this picture be easily sensed?" Song Nuan guessed.

The fact is the same as she guessed. Many players showed painful expressions in front of the curtain. He Jinglian even stood unsteadily and collapsed into her mother's arms; Ah Huo squeezed her nose three feet high and shouted. He was almost smoked to death; Yuan Zhongzhou knelt down on the ground and burst into tears when he stood up; Chongming Shengbao ’s expression was finally changed to doubt, he did n’t seem to understand what everyone was excited about; Zhu Xiya sat down on her knees and meditated on death Mantra; Ding Puhang looked at the left and right, there was not much mood swing.

They wrote their answers one after another:

Yuan Zhongzhou: [The Grim Reaper wields a sickle to reap this land, and humans are the source of this disaster. Even if the vitality is rekindled, everything is different from before. 】

He Jinglian: [Death, death in pieces, instant death, the torture that has lasted for several years is still death! 】

Zhu Xiya: [The undead gather in the sky into a cloudy cloud, thus eliminating the footprints of living people. This is a paradise for plants and animals, but it is a **** for humans. 】

Chongming: [Broken building, lush jungle. 】

Ah Huo: [Smelly! There are odors that I have never smelled everywhere. This odor will not dissipate for hundreds of years, and I can hardly breathe! 】

Ding Puhang: [A catastrophe killed many people, leaving a run-down city. It cannot be rebuilt. It can only be returned to nature. It is a nuclear explosion. 】

Seeing this, several judges exclaimed: "The information leaked from this photo is really strong, and several of them have sensed it! Of all the players, it seems that only they accurately guessed the theme of all photos. A Huo's prediction It has become a reality and they will definitely reach the final. "

Song Nuan pointed to the screen in front of his cousin and said, "Wait a minute, Van Gaal hasn't started writing yet."

"Why didn't he start painting? The structure of this picture is huge, and there are many details. Is it too late to paint? There are only eight minutes left." Dr. Qian said worriedly. Her favorite person is of course Van Gogh, and it must be the same with several other judges.

Sure enough, I found that there was not much time left, and everyone in the observation room showed a worried expression. Song Nuan even ordered to the director: "You connect the follower photographer of Vangallo through the headset and let him remind Vangallo to watch the time!"

As soon as the guide agreed to come down, Fangallo began to write, and the photographer quickly cut a close-up shot.

However, to everyone's disappointment, he did not draw a sketch this time, but wrote six words in a dance-the August nuclear power plant. The answer is simple and clear, but it is surprisingly accurate. It is still the best among all players!

Song Nuan felt disappointed and sighed: "Why didn't he draw anymore? Is it because he has no energy? It's really tiring to draw four sketches, but after all, his sketching skills are really solid, better than professional art students. Hey, who in the past said that Van Gogh was useless? Rumors on the Internet are really not credible! "

"Warm, he is still writing!" Dr. Qian exclaimed.

"Director, quickly cut back the close-up shot!" Song Nuan quickly ordered.

The beautiful face of Fangallo was swayed on the screen, and then his slender, invisible, thick-boned hands, as beautiful as works of art. He wrote one stroke at a time: [A glacier under the aurora; a group of carnival people; a bottle of blooming flowers, white roses, yellow roses, gypsophila, hyacinths; blonde girl; sheep in the deep valley and The shepherd playing the flute. 】

"What is this?" Song Nuan repeatedly checked these words, and was extremely confused and disappointed. "What is Van Gogh writing? Is he trying to overthrow the previous answer? Is he blindly guessing? Let us start from this Pick the correct one out of multiple answers? "

Dr. Qian squeaked his wrist and said, "How did he drop the chain at a critical moment! This is already the last photo!"

Dr. Lin played a round field: "His thinking may be a bit confusing. After all, others use text to explain, and he has been drawing sketches, and it is normal to consume more energy than others."

Dr. Ouyang quickly added: "Yes, his energy may be too much, so that there is a problem with perception. The young people are too good and strong, which is not good, not stable enough!"

Song Rui stared at the young man on the screen, his brow slowly changed from loose to wrinkled, and finally turned into a chuckle. If it weren't for him to know Van Gogh a little more than ordinary people, he would probably think that the other party was confused. But that is not possible, Van Gogh will not be disturbed, nor will it relax, nor will it consume itself meaninglessly. For him, his body is a temple, as long as the temple lasts, his power will never be exhausted. He has extraordinary control over his body and consciousness. He is a monster that can't perceive fatigue.

Song Rui carefully recalled everything before, and quickly swept a flash of light in his head, and then sighed: "Let the director bring up the picture I just pressed the pause button, and I will explain to you Van Gogh's answer."

"Is he right?" Song Nuan was anxious.

"He can't go wrong." Song Rui said decisively.

"Director, replay the picture just now!" Song Wenneng's voice just fell, and the scene when Song Rui selected the photos appeared on the big screen. Many pictures were scrolling and flashed colorful lights, which was dazzling.

Song Rui selected a photo after only two seconds of pause. In these two seconds, several photos flashed and disappeared quickly. The naked eye could never capture their exact images. Song Rui narrowed his narrow eyes for a while, and said to Song Nuan Nuan: "You let the later stage take precise screenshots. From the start of the picture to the time when I pause, every one must be cut out."

"What the **** do you want? Director, did you hear Dr. Song? Let the later screenshots." Song Nuan said to the headset.

The post-production staff quickly used the screenshot software to take out several photos that rolled over in two seconds, and zoomed in and processed clearly. Seeing them lined up on the screen, Song Nuan was dumbfounded, Dr. Qian was speechless, and Dr. Ouyang and Dr. Lin repeatedly wiped their glasses, lest they might have hallucinations.

Song Rui pointed to five or more photos juxtaposed on the big screen, and said slowly: "The first one of the photos I picked was the glacier under the aurora; the last one, a group of beer bottles The carnival person; the previous one, a bottle of blooming flowers. Song Nuan, can you recognize the varieties of these flowers? "

Song Rui looked at her cousin unknowingly.

Song Wenwen said with strong heart palpitations: "White roses, yellow roses, gypsophila, hyacinths."

Song Rui pointed to two other photos and continued: "Blonde girl; sheep in the deep valley and the piper's shepherd. When I selected the photos, Van Galo had already rolled the short ones that had rolled before me. For the rest of the time, all the photos that only have light and shadow are blurred. You have to understand that there are millions of photos in this gallery. The possibility of them is random and unpredictable. Once restarted , All orders will be disrupted. Even if we go back and forth along this photo of the nuclear power plant, the five photos that appear in two seconds will no longer be the current five. You said, what did he do Did you? How did he perceive everything I saw, even I did n’t even know that the photos had been drawn in front of my eyes. "

Song Nuan was asked. The more she thought about this question, the more she felt the pain in her head.

Dr. Lin is a metaphysicist, and he is naturally very capable of accepting such weird events. He ca n’t help but be excited: "Van Galo can really psychic! His perception can explore the world indefinitely, and can predict every possibility in the future. I ’m really eye-opening today, and I ’m so glad I agreed to your invitation and witnessed the miracle with my own eyes! I must record everything today! ”

"Incredible!" Dr. Qian leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the five pictures on the screen.

The answers given by Van Gogh are very short, but what he does is not unusual. He was a few tens of meters away from the floor and had a glimpse of what was happening in the observation room. He broke through the secrets hidden under the heavy curtain, and even obtained all the information he wanted to know in an instant. Millions of photos, massive combination rules, and one-hundred-millionth chance of selection are all within his observations.

When your naked eye is observing, he can also see through your eye; when your naked eye cannot observe, he mobilizes his own consciousness to see. No matter what happened, he could not escape his perception, what a terrible ability!

"The strongest psychic must be him!" Dr. Qian asserted decisively.

Song Wennuan tried to calm down the inner storm, and it was only then that she finally understood why the cousin who was indifferent to everyone, but paid so much attention to Van Galo. He is definitely the biggest doubt in this world! Even if they approached him, peeped at him, and analyzed him, they still couldn't figure out how he existed.