MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 7 Negotiator

Hearing Xia Xiqing's words, Zhou Ziheng froze for a moment. Although he still didn't speak, his quick heartbeat couldn't fool anyone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing Xia Xiqing in front of him still facing him so straightly, after a stalemate for a while, he asked again: "Is your mouth sealed? That's okay, can you help me take this piece of cloth?" Just take it off."

Xia Xiqing's tone was so firm that it was almost impossible to refuse. Zhou Ziheng turned his neck and thought for a while in silence.

To be honest, he didn't want to talk to this person at all.

But...they have been so frozen, neither of them can get out, not to mention that this is recording a program, so it can't be difficult for the program crew.

After struggling for a while, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to choose to give up watching the good show.

With his feet on the ground, he turned the office swivel chair he was sitting on vigorously, so that his body faced the long table. A white porcelain vase with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums was placed very close to it. Zhou Ziheng stretched out his bound hands with great difficulty to reach the vase. Finally, his fingers grasped the neck of the bottle, and with a bang, he decisively smashed the vase against the table.

Zhou Ziheng raised his leg, stepped on the edge of the table with the sole of his boot, kicked hard, and slid the chair to Xia Xiqing's side.

"I can untie the blindfold for you, and in exchange, you have to untie the rope for me."

It can be regarded as being a real dog to him for several years, Xia Xiqing instantly recognized Zhou Ziheng's voice, which was completely in line with his previous expectations. He smiled. "No problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng stretched his bound hands behind his head, took off the cloth that blocked his sight, and threw it aside.

His vision changed from being temporarily blurred to clear. Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side, only to realize that the two of them were very close. He could almost smell Zhou Ziheng's faint scent of aftershave.

Xia Xiqing half-closed his restored eyes, the expression on his face ranged from ignorance to surprise, flowing smoothly without any flaws.

"So I was trapped with you." Xia Xiqing smiled sweetly, his eyes were shining brightly, and the mole on the tip of his nose made him look even more innocent, "It feels like a dream, I'm a little dizzy now dizzy."

It's so good at pretending that even he, a professional actor, has to admire him. Zhou Ziheng couldn't figure out why there was no sense of disobedience with this kind of smile on this person. If they hadn't seen his true face, I am afraid few people would not be deceived by him.

This secret room is full of cameras, and every corner can be clearly photographed. He didn't want to be accused of being indifferent to fans, so Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to respond with a smile that seemed warm enough, and even softened his voice. , "My eyes are also covered by the blindfold, and I was surprised when I took it off."

Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to deal with him patiently due to his self-esteem as an actor and Jiang Yin's advice, even though he really didn't like this kind of people. He handed the sharp piece of broken porcelain in his hand to Xia Xiqing, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Don't worry, I've liked you since a long time ago. I've watched every movie you made." Xia Xiqing took the broken porcelain awkwardly with his handcuffed hands, half bent down and broke it for Zhou Zihoning rope.

Zhou Ziheng smiled emotionlessly, "Thank you."

Two people who are good at disguising come and go and make hypocritical moves.

The rope is not easy to cut, Xia Xiqing said slowly while doing it, "Oh, did you just say the rules just once? I'm still a little confused."

Only then did Zhou Ziheng withdraw from his memories. He didn't hear what Xia Xiqing said, so in order to ease the embarrassment, he had no choice but to say something else: "By the way, how did you know that someone would take off the blindfold for you just now?"

Xia Xiqing guessed that he would ask this sentence. Now there are only the 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 the rest of the game.

It would be better to be open and honest.

The pair of drawing hands cut the rope vigorously. Xia Xiqing stared intently at the gradually disconnected rope, and explained softly, "Although this is the first time for me to be on the show, I used to often hang out with my friends. Playing the escape room together is also considered a bit of experience."

"When you come to this kind of place, you can't have too much sense of substitution. You must always think from the perspective of those planners."

He cut one and pulled out the disconnected rope with his hands, "They put me here in the hope that I could escape, not really want to keep me here for the whole episode. If only I A person is in this room, his hands and feet are trapped, and he can't even see his eyes. The possibility of escaping by himself is almost zero. There are only two situations for such a long time. First, he waits for others to escape from his room Come to my room, save me or kill me. Second, there is another person in this room, and we need to help each other, from a viewability standpoint..."

Having said that, Xia Xiqing raised his head slightly, and met Zhou Ziheng's eyes.

He didn't say anything, just looked at him silently for three seconds.

Then suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, Zhou Ziheng had a weird illusion, as if he could hear what he hadn't finished speaking.

They had just known each other for a few days, and there was no such word as tacit understanding, but from this look, he completely understood Xia Xiqing's implication.

[From the perspective of program viewing, only you and I have the highest degree of topicality. ]

"I just wanted to try the second possibility, but I didn't expect to be so lucky and hit it once."

Lying again.

At some point, Xia Xiqing had already released Zhou Ziheng's hands.

"alright."

"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng was still in a daze. He thought he was a smart person, but his extremely bad first impression made him lose his ability to judge the person in front of him. If he wants to win the game, he must lose his prejudice.

When he came to his senses, Zhou Ziheng noticed that Xia Xiqing actually bent down and used his handcuffed hands to untie the rope on his ankle.

His hands are now free, and he can completely untie the knot by himself, without the need for violent unlocking methods such as broken porcelain pieces, and without the help of others.

"I will do it myself…"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xia Xiqing, who was still bent over, raised his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, his slightly red lips were holding the piece of porcelain that cut the rope just now, and his white shirt was exposed from the oversized neckline. Raised collarbone.

The eyes that were freed from the black cloth, the hair that was **** a little longer, the angle of the leaning body, the posture that was close to Zhou Ziheng's knees.

Handcuffs, moles on the tip of the nose, sharp fragments, beautiful but ruthless lip lines, nibbling the tips of the porcelain tiles.

The weird atmosphere sets off these broken elements into a strange painting, which is very strange, and a little ambiguous paint is accidentally rubbed on it.

Zhou Ziheng didn't understand why he suddenly felt embarrassed. He had never experienced this feeling 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, but just took off the ceramic piece he was holding with his fingers and handed it to Zhou Ziheng, "It seems to be a few dead knots, try this?" But the other party just shook his head and untied a knot with a little difficulty.

Seeing that he didn't appreciate it, Xia Xiqing had no choice but to straighten up, and threw the broken porcelain neatly to a corner of the room, like throwing a dart.

Zhou Ziheng, who untied his hands and feet, regained the most basic freedom, at least he got out of this **** swivel chair. The scene just now made him feel uncomfortable, no matter what, he had to attribute this feeling to the sequelae of being restrained. Turning his neck, his fists were clenched so that he could relax a bit. However, Xia Xiqing's hands were still handcuffed, and he couldn't release the restraint on his legs by his own ability.

It's a pity that he only exchanged one condition for taking off the black cloth. Now that Zhou Ziheng is so benevolent, he can be allowed to become a victim of the game here, not to mention that he hates himself so much.

Xia Xiqing thought about the countermeasures in his heart. This was recording a program. It is reasonable to say that the practice of directly abandoning his companions is too tricky, and ordinary celebrities would not choose such behaviors. However, this program has the particularity of psychological warfare. The hidden killer role will make There is a 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, his moral values ​​made him unable to just abandon someone like this, even if it was just a simulated survival game. But he really didn't like Xia Xiqing, he was a big trouble, a ticking time bomb. If he is saved now, maybe at some point he will betray himself.

Smiling like an angel and pushing him into the abyss, this is Xia Xiqing.

For a brief moment, both were struggling and weighing.

"Although you are my fan, this is in the game. I can't be sure if the program team will do some tricks to lower my vigilance." As Xia Xiqing thought, Zhou Ziheng found something for himself after abandoning him. It is the most difficult rhetoric 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 **** with Xia Xiqing, "If you are a killer, then I will be a slave to a tiger."

What if you are? Xia Xiqing originally wanted to ask him this question, but he took it back before he opened his mouth, because such words were too direct and conflicted with his harmless person design.

There is really no way.

Having made enough mental preparations, Zhou Ziheng turned around frankly, but the moment he stepped forward, 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, obviously belonged to such a cunning body, why these eyes could always make the most pure and unbearable look.

"Ziheng, form an alliance with me, I will unconditionally help you win." Xia Xiqing laughed, the expression on his face was so confident that he didn't look like a person who was asking for help, but rather like someone 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 smart, Xia Xiqing laughed.

"I didn't make you believe me." His abyss-black pupils revealed a sweet and seductive light, "I let you use me."

The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing: This child is so pure that my **** skills have completely failed.

Zhou Ziheng: Actually, it's not completely... [whispering bb