Hearing Xia Xiqing's words, Zhou Ziheng was stunned. Although he still didn't speak, his accelerated heartbeat couldn't deceive anyone.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Xia Xiqing in front of him still facing him so straight, stalemate for a while, he asked again: "Is the mouth sealed? That's okay, can you help me with this cloth? Just take it down."
Xia Xiqing's tone was so firm that it was almost impossible to refuse, Zhou Ziheng rolled his neck and thought for a while in silence.
To be honest, he didn't care about this person at all.
But... it's been so frozen, neither of them can get out, not to mention this is recording a show, and it shouldn't make it difficult for the show crew to do it.
After struggling, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to give up watching the good show.
He supported the ground with his feet, and energetically turned the office swivel chair he was sitting on, facing the long table, and a white porcelain vase with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums was placed very close. Zhou Ziheng tried his best to stretch out his tied hand, struggling to reach the vase. Finally, his fingers grasped the bottleneck and with a bang, he decisively smashed the vase to pieces by the table.
Zhou Ziheng raised his leg, the sole of his boots stepped on the edge of the table, and he stomped hard, and he slid to Xia Xiqing's side with a chair.
"I can untie the blindfold for you, in exchange, you have to untie the rope for me."
How could it be regarded as a sincere dogged him for several years, Xia Xiqing heard Zhou Ziheng's voice in an instant, which was completely in line with his previous expectations. He smiled, "No problem."
As soon as he finished his words, Zhou Ziheng stretched out his two tied hands behind his head, took off the cloth that shielded his vision, and threw it aside.
His vision changed from a brief blur to clear. Xia Xiqing turned his face and realized that the two people were very close. He could almost smell Zhou Ziheng's light aftershave scent.
Xia Xiqing squinted his eyes to restore light, the expression on his face changed from ignorance to surprise, and there was no flaw.
"So I was trapped with you." Xia Xiqing smiled sweetly, with bright eyes, and the mole on the tip of his nose made him look even more innocent. "It feels like I'm dreaming, I'm a little dizzy now. Dizzy."
It's so pretentious that even a professional actor like him has to admire him. Zhou Ziheng couldn't figure out why this kind of smile on this person could feel no disobedience. If he hadn't seen his true face, I am afraid that few people would not be deceived by him.
This secret room was full of cameras, and the corners and corners could be taken clearly. Not wanting to be accused of being cold to fans, Zhou Ziheng had to respond with a smile that seemed warm enough, even the voice was softened. "My eyes are also covered by the blindfold, and I was surprised when I took it off."
As an actor's self-esteem and Jiang Yin's advice, Zhou Ziheng can only choose to deal with him patiently, even though he really doesn't like this kind of people very much. He handed the sharp broken porcelain pieces to Xia Xiqing, "Thank you."
"No trouble, I've liked you from a very early time. I watch every movie you make." Xia Xiqing awkwardly took the broken tiles with his handcuffed hands, and half bent over to hone for Zhou Zi. rope.
Zhou Ziheng smiled without emotion, "Thank you."
Two people who are good at disguising you come and go to make false moves.
The rope is not easy to cut. Xia Xiqing started to speak slowly, "Hey, did you just say the rules just once? I've been a little confused now."
Only then did Zhou Ziheng withdraw from the memory. He didn't hear what Xia Xiqing said. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he had to say something else: "By the way, how did you know that someone would unblind you just now?"
Xia Xiqing guessed that he would ask this sentence. Now there are only two of them here, and Zhou Ziheng fully understands his true colors. If he is not honest, he will lose more trust and cause trouble for later games.
It's better to be honest and open.
The hands used for drawing cut the rope forcefully. Xia Xiqing's eyes watched intently at the rope that was gradually breaking, and softly explained, "Although it's my first time on a show, I used to often talk to my friends. It’s a bit of experience to play escape rooms together."
"When you come to such a place, you can't have too much sense of substitution. You must always think about problems from the perspective of those planners."
He cut one off and pulled out the broken rope with his hand. "They locked me here, hoping that I could escape, instead of really trying to trap me here for a whole show. If only I was A person in this room has his hands and feet trapped, and he can't even see his eyes. The possibility of escape by himself is almost zero. There are only two situations for a long time. First, wait for others to escape from your room. Come to my room, save me or kill me. Second, there is another person in this room. We need to help each other. From the point of view of the show..."
Speaking of this, Xia Xiqing raised his head slightly and met Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
He didn't say anything, just looked at him in silence for three seconds.
Then suddenly the corners of his mouth were raised.
For an instant, Zhou Ziheng had a weird illusion, as if he could hear what he hadn't finished.
It was clear that they had only met for a few days, and there was no tacit understanding at all. However, from this look, he completely understood Xia Xiqing's overtones.
[From the point of view of the show, only me and you have the highest level of topicality. ]
"I just wanted to try the second possibility. I didn't expect that luck would be so good, and I would win it once."
Lie again.
At some point, Xia Xiqing had already released Zhou Ziheng's hands.
"All right."
"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng was still in a daze. He considered himself a smart person, but his extremely poor first impression made him lose his judgment on the person in front of him. If he wants to win this game, he must throw away his prejudice.
When he reacted, Zhou Ziheng found that Xia Xiqing had actually leaned down and used his handcuffed hands to untie the ropes on his ankles.
His hands are now free, and he can completely untie the knot himself. He doesn't need the violent unlocking method of broken tiles, and he doesn't need the help of others.
"I will do it myself… "
Before he finished speaking, he saw Xia Xiqing, who was still bending down, raising his head. There was some doubt in his eyes. His slightly red lips were holding the broken piece of porcelain from the rope just now. He was exposed from the oversized neckline of the white shirt. Raised collarbone.
The eyes that broke free from the black cloth, the slightly longer tied up hair, the angle of leaning, is close to Zhou Ziheng's knee position.
Handcuffs, nose moles, sharp fragments, beautiful but thin lip line, lightly bite the tip of the porcelain teeth.
The weird atmosphere turned these broken elements into an unfamiliar painting, very unfamiliar, and accidentally smeared with a little ambiguous paint.
Zhou Ziheng didn't understand why he suddenly felt embarrassed. This kind of feeling was something he had never experienced before. He hurriedly bent down and reached out to untie his legs.
People are always subconsciously afraid of the unknown.
Xia Xiqing didn't care either. He just took off the clamped ceramic piece with his fingers and handed it to Zhou Ziheng, "It seems that there are a few dead knots, try this?" But the other party only shook his head and untied a knot slightly.
Seeing that he didn't appreciate him, Xia Xiqing had to straighten up and threw the broken pieces of porcelain into a corner of the room neatly, like throwing a dart.
Zhou Ziheng, who untied his hands and feet, regained his most basic freedom. At least he left this damned swivel chair. The scene just now made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. He had to attribute this feeling to the sequelae of being restrained. He turned Turning his neck, his fists creaked to relax himself. However, Xia Xiqing's hands were still handcuffed, and he couldn't use his own ability to untie the restraints on his legs.
It is a pity that he only exchanged a condition to remove the black cloth. Now that Zhou Ziheng is so benevolent, he can completely let him become a victim of the game here, not to mention that he hates himself so much.
Xia Xiqing is thinking about countermeasures. This is recording a show. It is reasonable to say that the practice of directly abandoning peers is too black. The average star will not choose such behavior, but this show has the peculiarities of psychological warfare. The hidden killer role will make There is natural mutual suspicion between people, and they cannot be called companions at all.
So even if Zhou Ziheng left him here at this moment, it was completely logical.
In fact, Zhou Ziheng was also thinking about it. To be honest, morality made it impossible for him to just abandon someone like this, even if it was just a game of simulating survival. But he really didn't like Xia Xiqing, he was a big trouble, a time bomb. If you save him now, chances are he will betray himself at some point.
Smiling like an angel and pushing him into the abyss, this is Xia Xiqing.
For a brief moment, both people are struggling and weighing.
"Although you are my fan, this is in the game. I am not sure if the show crew will make some tricks to reduce my vigilance." As Xia Xiqing thought, Zhou Ziheng found himself after abandoning him. The least likely to be criticized by the audience, but even if the audience is really dissatisfied with it, it doesn't matter, because he really doesn't want to be tied up with Xia Xiqing, "If you are a killer, then I will be a fool."
What if you are? Xia Xiqing originally wanted to ask him this way, but he took it back before he spoke, because such words were too direct and conflicted with his own harmless person.
There is really no way.
After making enough mental preparations, Zhou Ziheng turned around frankly, but the moment he stepped his leg, his calf was hooked by a foot.
"Don't go."
Looking back, Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, looked into his eyes. Zhou Ziheng felt very strange. He clearly belonged to such a cunning body, why these eyes could always make the simplest and most unbearable look.
"Ziheng, make an alliance with me, I will help you win unconditionally." Xia Xiqing laughed, the expression on his face was so confident that he didn't seem to be a person asking for help at all, but he seemed to be holding the best bargaining chip. Negotiator.
"Really? But in this kind of game..." Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows at him, "The rule of winning is not to trust anyone."
Quite clever, Xia Xiqing laughed.
"I didn't make you believe me." There was a sweet and alluring light in his pupils, which were as dark as an abyss, "I let you use me."
The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing: This kid is too pure, and my technique is completely ineffective.
Zhou Ziheng: Actually, it's not completely... [Whisper bb