Previously, Vangallo had been sitting in the dark, not even glancing at the screen, nor speaking to anyone. But as the timer reached the last second, he handed over a sketch—a sketch identical to the one hidden behind the screen.
When the director displayed his sketch and the photo chosen by the crew on the same screen, Song Wenwen was left staring in shock and disbelief.
Song Rui covered his face with his hand, letting out a sigh that seemed both satisfied and regretful. He had finally witnessed Vangallo's uniqueness, and finally understood how the death sketch provided by Sun Shadow had evoked such intense emotions. However, this unveiling of all the mysteries failed to satisfy his desire for knowledge, only deepening his confusion.
He vaguely sensed—even if he spent the rest of his life, even if he exhausted all his knowledge, his understanding of this person might only scratch the surface; he might never understand what kind of existence he was.
"Why does the world have such people?" Song Rui shook his head, once again letting out a sigh. He couldn't imagine what kind of environment bred this unique person. He wanted to know, he was extremely eager to.
The other three judges were already dumbfounded, pointing at the big screen with trembling fingers, "H-he, he drew the photo directly!"
Song Wenwen's face gradually turned from fair to blood-red, realizing her previous deliberate targeting and belittling of Vangallo. Seeing his extraordinary and terrifying psychic abilities, she felt ashamed for the first time. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't say a word, struggling for a long time before hoarsely saying, "Cousin, that death sketch..."
She even forgot to conceal her relationship with her cousin in front of the camera.
Song Rui nodded slightly, his voice tinged with a bit of cheer, "Ah, I forgot to tell you earlier, the police have already verified the death sketch provided by Sun Shadow. It was indeed sketched by Vangallo before Gao Yize fell from the building. The monitoring equipment happened to capture that moment." So Vangallo became the focus of the police's suspicion, but these side issues were not worth mentioning here.
Song Wenwen's cheeks blushed red, and she looked puzzled, "Cousin, you knew that the death sketch was real, so why didn't you tell me earlier? Did you deliberately let me embarrass myself?"
If her cousin had explained the matter to her earlier, she would not have spoken so harshly in front of the camera! Now, she realized that she had wanted to slap Vangallo in the face, but instead, the slaps she had just dished out came right back to hit her face, quite loudly and embarrassingly!
And she knew better than anyone else how difficult it was to sense the content of the photo behind the screen. Because until she pressed the pause button, she didn't even know which photo would be chosen from the millions of photos in the database.
She could already imagine, once the program was aired, how the audience who saw Vangallo's extraordinary performance would ridicule her previous arrogance and ignorance.
Thinking about this, Song Wenwen gave a loud scream, feeling somewhat ashamed to face others.
Song Rui knocked on the table with his knuckles and said slowly, "I remember that your show is one hundred percent authentic, and will faithfully present the performance of every person, and will not edit to cover up for someone. Those words still count, don't they?"
Song Wenwen knew her cousin was very insidious. He was reminding her not to delete the clips of Vangallo humiliating her just to save face. He was actually so protecting someone he had only seen twice!
Forced to force a smile, Song Wenwen bit her teeth and said, "Of course, I always keep my word. In our show, it's either good or bad, I will broadcast every exciting scene. She was very clear that when this content was released online, those who used to ridicule Vangallo's supernatural performance would be unbelievably shocked. On the other hand, this reality show would undoubtedly dominate the headlines and become a hit!
The better Vangallo performed, the more popular her show would become, why wouldn't she broadcast it? Song Wenwen then sent a message to the director to arrange for some more shots of Vangallo. This person was definitely the biggest dark horse in this show!
The timer returned to 30:00 again, and the second test was about to begin. Song Wenwen handed the red pause button to Dr. Lin and proposed with a smile, "Let's each choose a photo, so we can better demonstrate the fairness of the program."
"Okay, then I'll press it!" Dr. Lin looked at the large screen in the center, where photos were scrolling rapidly, making it almost impossible to make out the specific designs. He waited casually for a while, then pressed the button heavily. The rapidly scrolling photos suddenly stopped, and a colorful venomous snake opened its mouth, showing sharp fangs, making a fierce attack motion towards the people in front of the screen, which was very impactful.
"Good choice, I like reptiles." Dr. Qian smiled with interest, while the other two doctors turned away, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
At the same time, this photo had already appeared on the projector behind the screen, and the on-site host quickly announced, "Alright, the second test has begun. Please use your abilities."
The energy fluctuation of this photo was obviously much smaller than the previous one, so the beautiful woman and the pale-faced girl had to leave their seats and walk onto the stage. However, the young Taoist was still standing below the stage, looking disdainfully at those who were getting closer to the screen, and were frantically using their powers.
After sizing up every potential competitor, the Daoist turned back to look at Vangallo, who had been sitting still in the last row from beginning to end and laughed even more contemptuously.
He thought Vangallo hadn't even submitted an answer in the last round. But in fact, the photographer responsible for capturing Vangallo was holding the sketch of the black child, thinking with astonishment: Is this answer correct? Is this the photo behind the screen? It should be, right? It must be!
Actually, all the staff on site did not know what was hidden behind the screen, but after witnessing the birth of this sketch, the photographer inexplicably and incredibly believed that there must be something peculiar inside Vangallo, and his aura was different from everyone else's!
The director switched to seven close-ups, with seven uniquely featured faces appearing on the monitors inside the observation room.
The weathered black-robed uncle once again shook the copper bell, the long bell ringing echoed in the spacious hall, ding ding, ding ding, ding ding... weaving closely, resonating with countless useful or useless information; the pale-faced girl stood in front of the curtain, but for some reason, she suddenly stepped back, covering her face with her hands as if defending something, her mother quickly embraced her, comforting her in a low voice; the beautiful woman stood in front of the curtain, hands crossed over her chest, her eyes continually concentrating, as if peering; Ahuo approached the curtain sniffing, muttering something under his breath; Dingpuhang completely ignored what was behind the curtain and looked with interest at the beautiful woman, dressed in a long robe, standing in the dimly lit place, his lips curved, smiling confidently.
On the final display screen, Vangar's lowered brows and calm face remained unchanged, he hadn't even moved a step.
Song Wen secretly stared at Vangar's calm face, as if trying to see through his thoughts through the screen.
At that moment, Vangar suddenly raised his eyes and lightly looked at one of the dozens of monitors above his head. At the same time, right on Song Wen's table, the display screen projected his sharp gaze.
Song Wen was struck by this sharp gaze, and couldn't help but wonder, "This is unbelievable, with so many monitors, so many display screens, and so many random images being transmitted, how does Vangar always manage to find the right monitor and screen to stare at the person peeping at him? Does he have supernatural vision?"
Seeing her bewilderment, Song Rui whispered, "Vangar's intuition is very keen."
"Now I understand," Song Wen struggled to regain her composure and then opened a pile of contestant profiles, introducing each one in turn on the display screen: "This man in black is named Yuan Zhongzhou, 46 years old, a practitioner, not of Buddhism or Taoism, but of the heart; this Taoist is named Chongming, 20 years old, from the Cloud Temple, he grew up in the temple, this year; this beautiful woman with an excellent figure is named Zhu Xiya, 25 years old, Miao nationality, practicing witchcraft; this delicate little girl is named He Jinglian, just turned 18, seems to be in poor health, currently on leave from school, only able to compete with her mother's company. But she is said to be very powerful, with a great reputation in the local area; this handsome man is named Ding Pu Hang, 27 years old, reportedly has opened several companies, worth billions, a successful person, participating in our program just for fun, but seems to have good abilities; this is Ahuo, from a deep valley in the Himalayas, a Hongzha tribesman, 19 years old, with a very sensitive sense of smell; this is Vangar, I'm sure everyone knows him."
Song Wen looked at these seven people and asserted, "Currently, I have the highest hopes for them. Our program really doesn't tolerate any deception. Round after round, every one of them will be revealed for who they truly are. Well, let's silently wait for their performance."
This test seemed to be more difficult than the last one. Yuan Zhongzhou was still shaking the bell, every wrinkle on his face concealed confusion; Zhu Xiya and Ahuo were standing in front of the curtain sensing but still had no clue; but He Jinglian and Chongming seemed to understand something, walking to a quiet corner to compose themselves. Looking at all the contestants from the edge of the stage, Ding Pu Hang glanced at He Jinglian and Chongming, then smirked.
At that moment, Vangar picked up a pen and began to sketch fluently, the thin pen swirled and coiled on the paper, creating a strong and powerful body; then a triangular head with shining eyes; a large mouth dripping venom and sharp teeth, with fine scales; finally adding deep and light patches, making the drawing colorful despite being in only black, white, and gray.
"Quick, close-up!" the director's excited voice came through the photographer's earpiece who was responsible for capturing Vangar.
The photographer immediately moved in for a closer shot.
The director was still not satisfied and sternly ordered, "Closer!"
The photographer adjusted the focus repeatedly, the director's reprimands continuing, "Closer, closer, closer! Okay, okay, okay! Hold it steady!"
At that moment, the photographer seemed to understand something. When he looked back at Vangar, his gaze was filled with awe and shock. If the sketch and the photo behind the curtain were not the same, why was the director so excited? Vangar's abilities were really extraordinary!
The enlarged sketch and the photo were displayed side by side on the large screen in the observation room, but the several judges couldn't say a word despite the black and white, and the color images matching perfectly in every detail.
At the same time, the other six supposedly very powerful mediums were writing down their answers.
Yuan Zhongzhou: [Animal, cold, danger.]
Chongming: [Snake.]
He Jinglian: [Attack!]
Zhu Xiya: [Some dangerous animal.]
Ahuo: [Reptile.]
Ding Pu Hang: [A venomous snake preparing to strike.]
They all responded to the content of the photo. Some got a part right, some got it all right, but their extraordinary performance seemed feeble and bland when compared to Vangar's swift sketch.
"What is this?" Song Wen's eyes flashed with a strange light as she said, "What does this all mean? While others are struggling to sense, has he seen everything?"
Song Rui gave her a glance and said word by word, "I don't know if you've heard, but there are people in this world who don't need any substantial contact, they can grasp a lot with just a glimmer of light or a thought. Their eyes can penetrate the past, clarify the present, and see through the future. They can see what you see, hear what you hear, taste what you taste, and even read your mind. If they so desire, your perceptions are theirs, your thoughts are theirs, your past is theirs, your present is theirs, and even your future can be theirs. You can only use your body to understand this world, but they can use all their consciousness to explore the unknown. Everything in the world is a medium for them."
Adding to her perplexed gaze, Song Rui continued, "This was what Vangar introduced himself as the first time I met him. Can you understand such an existence?"
Song Wen slowly turned her head, slowly opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man on the screen, then slowly shook her head with a hoarse voice, "I can't, even if I saw it with my own eyes, I can't comprehend it! It's beyond my imagination!"
Inaudibly, Song Rui sighed, "Me too, but I want to understand."