Song Rui knew better than anyone whether what Sun Ying provided was false testimony, but he couldn't be bothered to argue with others. He focused on retrieving the footage from earlier, fast-forwarding and replaying it repeatedly. Master Fan was like a huge mystery, arousing extreme desire in him to get close and explore.
When the spotlight suddenly brightened, Master Fan sat quietly; a moment later, the light dimmed, and Master Fan remained seated calmly. However, in the transition between light and dark, in a mere 0.01 seconds, Song Rui found himself unable to capture the figure of that person. He disappeared into the sudden darkness!
Song Rui's breath caught, and he repeated the playback of that moment, repeatedly capturing the screen, until after several attempts, he finally captured that precise 0.01-second moment. In the seat originally occupied by Master Fan, a patch of darkness descended, but the slender figure was nowhere to be seen. He had inexplicably vanished, disappearing without a trace, as if merging with the surrounding darkness.
Was he really there? Did the recording equipment malfunction? How could someone blend into the darkness? Song Rui took off his gold-rimmed glasses, massaging his aching forehead. It seemed that whenever he encountered Master Fan, he was constantly perplexed.
He deleted the screenshot and let the program continue playing, not telling anyone about his discovery. Due to his lofty status, no one in the observation room dared to interrupt him while he operated the computer, let alone be curious and gather around to watch.
Song Wenwan, on the other hand, craned her neck to take a peek and found that the screen was full of Master Fan, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Meanwhile, the outdoor host was conducting interviews with the participating contestants. The young man who claimed to have a keen sense of smell introduced himself to the camera, "My name is Ahuo. I come from the deep valleys of the Himalayas, and I am a member of the Hongzha ethnic group. Have you heard of the Hongzha ethnic group? Probably not, because our people are not among the 56 ethnicities, we are an undiscovered ethnic group. The people from our place never get sick, and have very good health. I discovered my clairvoyance at the age of six, and I had always thought I was special, but now I see that many people here have abilities surpassing mine."
The host was particularly interested and asked, "So Ahuo, can you make a prediction about the results of this audition? Who do you think will advance to the preliminary round?"
"First, it's definitely me," Ahuo grinned, revealing his white teeth. "That man in the black robe is definitely the first, that fair-faced girl is great, the beautiful sister, the little Taoist, and the very handsome man, they will all make it to the preliminary round. They exude strong spiritual energy!"
The last person Ahuo mentioned was a man wearing an expensive suit, diamond earrings, and remarkable looks. He keenly noticed the host and the cameraman's attention and walked over casually, smiling as he inquired, "What are you discussing?"
The outdoor host was captivated by his elegant demeanor and was briefly taken aback before she replied, "Ahuo predicted that you would advance to the preliminary round. He believes you are one of the most capable contestants."
"Oh? Is this Ahuo?" The handsome man reached out his hand to shake hands with Ahuo. "I am Ding Puhang. Can I be friends with you? I can also tell, your power is very strong."
"Oh, thank you for the compliment!" Ahuo began to feel uncomfortable once the man approached him, sensing a strong, unsettling aroma, yet he couldn't figure out what it was. Based on past experiences, people with such an odor were usually dangerous and must be avoided.
The man glanced at him, took a step back, creating a distance of 1.2 meters, just enough to maintain friendly communication while keeping a safe distance.
Ahuo breathed a sigh of relief, and the man subtly curled his lips, a hint of gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Ahuo, who else do you favor? Can you tell me?" Ding Puhang asked politely.
"Ah, I also favor that uncle, those two sisters, as well as that Taoist. They will all definitely make it to the finals." Ahuo was very confident in his judgment, even bypassing the audition and predicting the results of the final round.
Ding Puhang furrowed his brows, pointing to Master Fan seated in the corner, and asked, "And what about him? Don't you favor him?"
"About him, I can't smell anything from him, he should be an ordinary person," Ahuo shook his head.
"You can't smell anything from him at all?" Ding Puhang's brow furrowed even more.
"Yes, absolutely no smell at all," Ahuo continued to shake his head.
"Alright, I got it." Ding Puhang nodded slightly and left without delay.
The outdoor host and Ahuo watched his departure in puzzlement, not understanding the purpose of his random words. Was he seeking attention? Wanting to be in the spotlight? He didn't seem like it with his aristocratic appearance!
Ahuo scratched the back of his head, sniffing the air randomly and suddenly slapped his forehead, wailing, "Ah, I was wrong! I was terribly wrong! How could I be so foolish! Everyone has a scent, and each one is different, but Master Fan is the only person I have encountered who has absolutely no scent. This is very abnormal!"
"What's wrong with Master Fan?" the outdoor host asked, puzzled.
Ahuo's face reddened with excitement. "Master Fan is the only person in the world with no scent, do you know? Although I haven't seen the whole world, he is definitely one of a kind in my world. No one is like him! I can't smell any scent from him; he's even cleaner than the snow on the Himalayas!"
"Isn't that description a bit exaggerated?" The outdoor host was at a loss.
These inquiries seemed overly exaggerated to her, with a hint of suspicion.
"Without exaggeration, I can smell the clear air emanating from the snow on the Himalayas. It's a bit bitter, a bit sweet, very faint, extremely faint! I originally thought it was the faintest smell in the world, but even a fragrance as weak as that does not exist on Fang Luo. Do you understand what this means? It means that he is even more insubstantial than the ephemeral snow, he is either a void, or a closed-off world. He has the ability to shut himself off from others, this is incredible. I need to change my prediction, he will definitely make it to the finals!"
As Ahuo said this, he ran towards Fang Luo, like a big dog running frantically after seeing a bone, afraid that someone else would grab it.
The on-field host, left behind by him, could only force a smile at the camera.
At the same time, Song Rui stared at the screen, silently pondering: "A void? Are you really a real existence?"
For some reason, he was particularly repulsed by the negative answer.