Chapter 7 Negotiating Experts

Hearing Xia Xiqing's words, Zhou Ziheng was stunned. Although he still didn't speak, his fast heartbeat couldn't deceive anyone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Xia Xiqing who was still facing him so straight in front of him, after a stalemate, he asked again, "Is your mouth sealed? That's okay, can you help me with 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 silently for a while.

To be honest, he didn't care about this man at all.

But... it's been so stagnant, neither of them can get out, not to mention that this is recording a show, so it shouldn't make it difficult for the show team to do it.

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

He supported the ground with his feet, turned the office swivel chair he was sitting on, and turned his body to face the long table. A white porcelain vase with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums was placed very close. Zhou Ziheng stretched out his bound hand with difficulty, reaching for the vase with difficulty. 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 legs, the soles of his boots stepped on the edge of the table, kicked hard, and slid the chair along with him to Xia Xiqing's side.

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

He had been pampering him for several years, and Xia Xiqing could hear 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 speaking, Zhou Ziheng stretched his two bound hands behind his head, took off the piece of cloth that was blocking his vision, and threw it aside.

The vision changed from a brief blur to clear, Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side, only to find that the two were very close, and he could almost smell Zhou Ziheng's light aftershave vapor.

Xia Xiqing half-squinted his eyes that had regained brightness, and the expression on his face went from ignorant to surprised, flowing without any flaws.

"It turns out that I was trapped with you." Xia Xiqing smiled sweetly, his eyes lit up, 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."

He is so good at pretending that even a professional actor like him has to admire him. Zhou Ziheng couldn't figure out why this kind of smile could be put on this person without any sense of disobedience. If they hadn't seen his real face, I'm afraid few people wouldn't be deceived by him.

This secret room is full of cameras, and the edges and corners can be clearly photographed. Not wanting to be accused of being cold to fans, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to respond with a smile that looked warm enough, and even his voice softened. , "My eyes were also covered by the blindfold, and I was surprised when I took it off."

The self-respect as an actor and Jiang Yin's advice made Zhou Ziheng only choose to deal with him patiently, even though he really doesn't like this type of person very much. He handed Xia Xiqing the sharp broken pieces of porcelain in his hand, "Excuse me."

"No trouble, I've liked you since a long time ago, and I've watched every movie you've made." Xia Xiqing awkwardly took the broken piece of porcelain with his handcuffed hands, and half bent down for Zhou Ziheng to break it. rope.

Zhou Ziheng smiled emotionlessly, "Thank you."

Two people who are good at camouflage, you come and go, and you are making false moves.

The rope was not easy to cut, so Xia Xiqing said slowly while he started, "Oh, did you only say the rules just once? I'm still a little confused."

Zhou Ziheng just pulled away from his memory. He didn't hear what Xia Xiqing said. In order to ease the embarrassment, he had to say something else himself: "By the way, how did you know someone would take off your blindfold?"

Xia Xiqing guessed that he would ask this question. Now there are only the two of them here, and Zhou Ziheng fully understands his true colors. If he's not honest, he'll lose more trust and cause trouble later in the game.

It's better to be open and honest.

The hands that were used for drawing cut the rope vigorously, Xia Xiqing fixed his eyes on the gradually breaking rope, and explained softly, "Although this is my first time on the show, I used to hang out with my friends. Playing escape room together can be 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 about problems from the perspective of those planners."

He cut one and pulled out the broken rope with his hand, "They kept me here hoping I could get out, not really trying to keep me here for an entire episode. If it was just me 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 so long. First, waiting for someone else to escape from the 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 viewability point of view..."

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

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

Then suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched.

For a moment, Zhou Ziheng had a strange illusion, as if he could hear what he had not finished.

It was obvious that they had only known each other for a few days, so there was no such thing as a tacit understanding, but from this look, he completely understood Xia Xiqing's overtones.

[From the perspective of program visibility, only me and you have the highest topicality. ]

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

Lie again.

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

"All right."

"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng was still in a trance. He considered himself a smart person, but the extremely poor first impression made him lose his judgment on the person in front of him. If he wants to win the game, he has to lose his prejudice.

When he realized it, Zhou Ziheng found that Xia Xiqing had bent down and used his handcuffed hands to untie the ropes on his ankles for him.

Now that his hands are free, he can completely untie the knot by himself, without the violent unlocking method of broken porcelain pieces, and without the help of others.

"I will do it myself……"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Xia Xiqing, who was still bent over, raise his head. There was some doubt in his eyes. His slightly red lips were holding the broken piece of porcelain that cut the rope just now, and he was exposed from the oversized neckline of his white shirt. Raised clavicle.

Eyes that broke free from the black cloth, slightly long hair tied up, leaning over at an angle close to Zhou Ziheng's knees.

Handcuffs, moles on the tip of the nose, sharp fragments, beautiful but tender lip lines, the tips of the teeth biting on the porcelain pieces lightly.

The weird atmosphere renders these broken elements into an unfamiliar painting, very unfamiliar, and accidentally rubbed a little ambiguous paint.

Zhou Ziheng didn't understand why he suddenly felt embarrassed. This 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, just took off the piece of porcelain 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 only 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 neatly threw the broken pieces of porcelain to a corner of the room, like throwing darts.

Zhou Ziheng, who untied his hands and feet, regained his most basic freedom. At least he left the damn swivel chair. The scene just now made him feel uncomfortable. Turning his neck, he squeezed his fists so that he could relax a little. And Xia Xiqing's hands were still handcuffed, and he couldn't untie the restraints on his legs by his own ability.

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

Xia Xiqing was thinking about the countermeasures in his heart. This is recording a show. It is reasonable to say that the practice of directly abandoning his companions is too black. Ordinary stars will not choose such behavior, but this show has the particularity of psychological warfare, and 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 is also thinking. To be honest, morality makes him unable to just abandon a person, even if this is just a game of simulating survival. But he really didn't like Xia Xiqing, he was a big trouble, a ticking time bomb. If you save him 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, but this is in the game, I am not sure if the show team will make some tricks to reduce my vigilance." As Xia Xiqing thought, Zhou Ziheng found himself after abandoning him. The rhetoric that is 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're the killer, then I'm just playing for the tiger."

What if you were? Xia Xiqing originally wanted to ask him this, but he withdrew it before he opened his mouth, because such words were too direct and conflicted with his own innocence.

There is really no way.

After being mentally prepared, Zhou Ziheng turned around like this, but the moment he stepped on his leg, his calf was hooked by a foot.

"Don't go."

Turning his head, Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on a chair, looked into his eyes. Zhou Ziheng thought it was very strange. He obviously belonged to such a cunning body, so why could these eyes always make the purest and most unbearable look.

"Ziheng, you form an alliance with me, and I will unconditionally help you win." Xia Xiqing smiled, with a confident expression on his face that didn't look like someone asking for help, but like someone with the best bargaining chip. Negotiator.

"Really? But in this kind of game..." Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows at him, "The way to win is to not trust anyone."

Quite clever, Xia Xiqing laughed.

"I didn't make you believe me." There was a sweet and seductive light in his pupils as black as abyss, "I let you use me."

The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing: This child is so pure that my technique is completely ineffective.

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