Chapter 49 Huaning TV Station 9
The sound of heavy and nervous breathing lingered in his ears. Xia Bai, who was standing in the front row of the lower group of trainees, saw that many trainees from the middle and lower groups were trembling and their faces were as pale as paper.
This is the first player to die on the stage.
This was the first time they faced the consequences of being eliminated and saw the death of the eliminated.
In fact, they did not see the specific process. They only saw Sun Lijie fleeing in panic and falling into a strange hole in the ground, with all the blood drained out.
But there was too much blood, and the studio was filled with a strong smell of blood, which went into his tense body through his mouth and nose with every breath, causing him to retch.
【Ahhhhhhhhhh! 】
[Dead, dead, hahahahahaha! ]
[There's so much blood. I'm so excited.]
[Ahhh, my blood is starting to boil! My feeling must be right! ]
[Keep going! Don’t stop!]
The excited barrage of comments made them even more terrified. They seemed to really see through the barrage of comments that hideous evil spirits were drilling towards the screen, wanting to eat their flesh and drink their blood.
"Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous."
Xia Bai heard Zhong Zicang beside him constantly comforting the people around him. He knew that if he got nervous on this stage, he would be finished, and nervousness was fatal.
But it is hard not to be nervous in such an environment. The more you don’t want to be nervous, the more nervous you become. It is the biggest test of one’s mentality.
He heard a small sob, which only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared.
Wang Wei was biting the back of her hand hard to suppress the sound coming out of her mouth, but the trembling of her body could not be stopped by biting the back of her hand.
She slowly stopped trembling. She looked up at Zhong Zicang beside her. Her moist eyes were a little dazed, but very bright.
Seeing this, Xia Bai lowered his head and looked down, and saw Zhong Zicang holding Wang Wei's hand.
He held her hand and she stopped shaking.
Xia Bai looked at it for several seconds, feeling a little warm, and raised his head to continue looking at the stage.
The producer wasted no time and said in a deep voice, "Unfortunately, Sun Lijie failed the assessment and was eliminated, but we will definitely remember him. Now, let me turn my attention to the next trainee, Song Chenkai."
The stage wasn't even cleaned yet, yet they let the next trainee go up.
When they looked closely at the blood on the stage, they found that there was much less blood on the stage and it had seeped under the stage.
Even though there was much less blood, there was still a large pool of blood on the stage. I had just seen the death of my companion, and was standing at the place where he died, with my feet stepping on his blood. How could I not be nervous?
Song Chenkai is the only volunteer from Peace Medical College in the middle group.
They all looked up at him, most of them with encouragement on their faces. Perhaps when he saw that there was a group of companions encouraging him in the horror studio full of blood and evil spirits, he would feel more at ease.
Song Chenkai was also looking at them, his hand tightly grasping the center line of his pants, his eyes passing over each classmate, finally landing on Xia Bai.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the producer asked, "Song Chenkai, what is your solo performance?"
[Yeah, what are you talking about? Hurry up! ]
[It's obvious that there's nothing good about this show! Let's end it quickly. I'll give you an F. ]
[I can’t wait to see the elimination. ]
"I, I..." Song Chenkai glanced at the barrage, and his voice trembled. He looked at Xia Bai again, "I want to perform the coffining, send him off for the last time, let him leave the world with dignity and go to another world."
He looked away, and the people around him looked at Xia Bai.
This is Xia Bai's performance.
A long time ago, when Zhong Zicang asked, Xia Bai said that he wanted to perform the burial of a corpse.
Even what Song Chenkai said just now was said by Xia Bai when someone asked him about it later.
Xia Bai's performance was difficult for others to imitate. If anyone could imitate it, it could only be volunteers from his school. Heping Medical College had offered human anatomy classes since the second year of college, and Song Chenkai was a fifth-year student who had already been doing internships at the hospital for a while, so it was feasible for him to perform the coffining performance.
This show focuses on creativity and care for the audience.
If he performed, and Xia Bai performed again, it would be just imitation from the audience's perspective. There would be no intention and creativity. He didn't know how well he had to perform to get the F.
[Wow, unexpectedly, he actually... I admit that my voice was a bit loud just now. ]
[I'm looking forward to it. This is the first time I've seen this performance on the Idol 404 stage. ]
[I touched my face, said nothing, and gave you a B. ]
The producer glanced at his red wedding gown and frowned, "You're going to perform a coffin, why didn't you tell the production team in advance so they can prepare props for you?"
"I'm sorry." After seeing the comments, Song Chenkai's nervousness eased a little. His fingers trembled with excitement. He bowed deeply, "But, did the production team prepare a corpse?"
"You're going too far!" Yang Mei just understood that not only did he steal Xia Bai's idea, but he also wanted to use Xia Bai's props. What about Xia Bai? Not only did he become an imitator, but he couldn't perform the show anymore.
Yang Mei tried to stand up but was held down by Ling Changye.
The physical education teacher turned around, holding the bloody whip, and stared at him gloomily, "Although you are a top trainee and can beat and scold him, but now we are recording a program. Is yelling and shouting your manners?"
Yang Mei felt aggrieved, but after being held down by Ling Changye, he dared not speak anymore.
The physical education teacher gave him a warning look before turning his head away.
Yang Mei looked at Ling Changye anxiously, and Ling Changye whispered, "Believe him."
Yang Mei looked back at Xia Bai worriedly, "But, what if..."
They all knew that Xia Bai was going to perform a coffin, and Xia Bai told them as soon as he made the decision. At that time, Ling Changye said that the show was good, so he stopped worrying about Xia Bai.
However, according to the program team's different treatment of different trainees, they would agree to give the props of the low-level trainee Xia Bai to the middle-level trainee Song Chenkai. Xia Bai had never thought of other programs. What program could he think of temporarily? If he was nervous, he could just use an ordinary program, wouldn't it be...
Xia Bai caught Yang Mei's gaze, nodded to him, and looked at the person on the stage, his senior at Heping Medical College.
He still remembered that night, two buses drove out of Heping Medical College and stopped outside the university town. Zhong Zicang told them the real situation in Quanguang City. Faced with the weird and thrilling game in the video, almost everyone firmly chose to support Quanguang.
He also remembered that they were about to return to school, but they encountered a "fire" that was not their responsibility, and all the students in the three rescue vehicles chose to come to the rescue.
All the volunteers in this game are people who have made firm choices twice, people who touched his heart and made him look up at them, including Song Chenkai.
Faced with the terror of annihilation and the shock of death, it doesn't seem surprising that people would make another choice.
He knew it was a game.
It is the game that distorts the once shining soul, and it is the game that likes to study and test human nature again and again.
The producer asked Song Chenkai: "Are you really going to perform with the corpse we prepared?"
"Yes!" Song Chenkai stepped on the blood of a trainee and said fearlessly: "I want to use it, is it okay, producer?"
"Okay." The producer said directly, without any emotion, as if it was normal for him to use the props of low-level trainees, and it was a trivial matter. "Bring the prepared corpse up."
Song Chenkai bowed repeatedly with excitement, "Thank you, producer, thank you to all the staff, you have worked hard."
He glanced at the comments and saw that everything was looking good. He became even more excited, so excited that his hands were shaking.
He survived.
He guessed correctly, Xia Bai's program was indeed very popular among the ghost audience. When he first heard about Xia Bai's program, he thought it was very good. Later, the more he thought about it, the better it was. It could be said to be the best among the non-skill programs and would definitely pass the assessment.
Even though he knew it was good, he had never thought of plagiarizing before.
When he saw Sun Lijie's death and knew that he would be the next to take the stage, he didn't have this idea until he stepped on Sun Lijie's blood. The blood seemed to seep from the soles of his feet, from the bottom to the top, and the blood rushed into his head, giving him this idea.
He took anatomy lab classes at Heping Medical College for two years and also interned with a teacher in the hospital for so long. As a freshman, he should have no problem preparing for the burial.
He knew that coffining was the restoration of corpses. To put it simply, it was the sewing and beautification of corpses. He would definitely have no problem with sewing, as he had seen so many cadaver teachers and studied dissection repeatedly.
Clenching his hands excitedly, Song Chenkai looked at Xia Bai. He thought he would see anger, resentment, and panic in Xia Bai - but there was nothing. Xia Bai's eyes looked at him quietly, without any emotion.
Song Chenkai was stunned for a moment, and his eyes moved to the right. He looked over and saw the corpse props brought by the program crew. His eyes widened in horror little by little.
The body was brought up in a large bucket.
What kind of body needs to be carried up in a bucket?
The bucket was placed in front of him. He could not see the corpse, only a bucket of broken limbs and bloody and broken things.
【Oh my god, my heart aches.】
[Shocked, I underestimated you, Song Chenkai. ]
[Sorry, I apologize for my F just now, awesome Song Chenkai. ]
[Song Chenkai, from now on I am your die-hard fan! ]
Seeing these comments, Song Chenkai was now terrified. He was even more scared than before. He was so scared that he was shaking all over and wanted to vomit.
"Can I change to another one? I won't perform the coffin encoffining anymore." His voice was already tearful. "I'll still perform the ghost marriage. I am the ghost marriage..."
Even if his mentor came, he might not be able to bury such a bucket of body parts.
Xia Bai is just a freshman, how could he possibly challenge such an extreme burial?
He finally understood why Xia Bai's eyes were so quiet.
The whole game, no one could plagiarize his show.
[What do you mean? Are you kidding us?]
[What the hell? My expectations have been raised so high, and you're not going to perform again? ]
[I must bury him! ]
The producer also said: "I have just confirmed with you, the props have been brought up, you must perform this, and you are not a trainee in the top group, you don't have a chance to do it again."
Song Chenkai froze in place, at a loss when faced with the bucket of stuff.
He was so nervous that he wanted to retch again, but it might not be entirely because of nervousness.
It's okay, actually you can.
He has studied for so long that he knows every part and every acupoint of the human body very well.
Start with the big pieces first. As long as he can put together a human figure, the performance will be better than others and will not be an F.
Comforting himself over and over again, Song Chenkai reached into the bucket and vomited as soon as he picked up a piece of skin with corpse spots and slight decay.
He vomited.
No need to read on, the ending is already decided.
Many people who couldn't bear to look at him anymore looked at Xia Bai. They didn't expect that this dull and quiet boy had prepared such a prop for them.
Everyone in the lower group, except Zhong Zicang, was surprised.
The players who had not yet decided on their programs on Tuesday were very anxious. Not only did they not have a satisfactory program to practice quickly, but also because of this performance, the program team asked them to report the props they would need in advance, and the team leader would report them to the program team on Wednesday.
What Xia Bai reported was body dismemberment.
At that time, Zhong Zicang asked him to be cautious and report a whole body. He believed that if Xia Bai reported a dismembered body, the show crew would give him a worse report than he thought.
Xia Bai did not change it. He felt that dismembering the body would show more sincerity.
He learned coffining from his grandfather. His grandfather would occasionally go to the funeral home to work for a few days. He used to think that his grandfather was broke, so he followed his grandfather to earn some money for his tuition and food, thinking that he could inherit his grandfather's legacy, use this skill to support himself and his grandfather, and also mend the clothes for the family's god of joy.
He likes the funeral home very much. When his grandfather doesn't go, he will go there. He has also learned from other undertakers in the funeral home and has seen all kinds of corpses.
Moreover, he thought he had a little talent when it came to corpses, whether it was embalming, dissecting, or keeping corpses. The clean and tidy God of Joy in his house was proof of that.
Therefore, he was sure that he could bury and dismember the body.
Others may not be able to do it. Coffining and dissection are different. Even if you have studied it at Peace Medical College, you may not be able to embalm a corpse with more problems.
Song Chenkai was eliminated.
His ending was the same as Sun Lijie's. He also tried to escape from the stage, but still left his blood on the stage.
Among the trainees in the middle group, only You Mohan got a C, and the five trainees who had plastic surgery all got E. Of the remaining seven trainees, only one trainee got an E in such a horrible atmosphere, and the other six trainees were all eliminated.
It was the turn of the lower group trainees.
Producer: "The next one to come on stage is Xia Bai."
Everyone knew what Xia Bai was going to perform. His props were still there, but his performance was no longer new to the ghost audience.
Xia Bai: "Good afternoon, judges and audience. The show I will perform for you is coffining."
[I am dying of laughter. Here comes another coffin.]
[Are you here to tease us again? Get lost! ]
[Do you think today's stage is not popular enough? 】
Xia Bai's expression did not change at all because of the barrage. He was wearing a white coat and gloves.
The producer didn't ask him any more questions, and the staff brought up the props that were originally prepared for him.
Xia Baimian took out a piece of skin from the bucket and placed it somewhere on the bed without changing his expression. Then he put a piece of half of the organ on the bed.
There were more and more pieces on the bed, and they began to match up. Then he would stop and sew them together tightly with ordinary catgut.
He was focused and quiet, and his hands' movements were not timid at all but very gentle, as if he was not facing the horrible pieces of a corpse but the warm body of a loved one. With the body intact, there was even a light in his clear eyes that made it impossible to look away.
The entire studio was affected by his silence and gradually quieted down. The direction of the comments on the barrage had already changed, but no one seemed to notice.
Yang Mei stared at Xia Bai intently. At first, he was attracted by the assembled corpses of Xia Bai amidst the sea of corpses and blood.
He told Hua Haoming that night that the man was Captain Feng, who was a very good wife and mother. He did not use the term "good wife and mother" casually. When he saw Captain Xia Baifeng, he inexplicably felt the feeling of home. A gentle wife and mother are the first people that come to mind when a person thinks of home.
Thinking that the person who was stitching Xia Bai was sitting next to him, Yang Mei subconsciously turned his head and saw Ling Changye also staring at Xia Bai, with a layer of dark blue light flashing in his dark eyes.
Ling Changye’s skill is replication, he can replicate everything related to the skill.
If he sees a player mobilizing and using a skill in a game, he can copy the player's skill and use it at any time. If he thinks the skill is not useful in the game at that time, he can copy it with another player and use a different skill after 24 hours.
If he doesn't see the player using the skill, but only sees the results after the player uses the skill, he can also directly copy the player's results. It's not that flexible, but if the opponent has an accumulation skill, he can use it directly and save effort.
Therefore, whenever he encounters a player using a skill, or sees a player who has used a skill, a layer of deep blue light will appear in his eyes. The blue light represents that he is analyzing and replicating other people's skills, and it also represents that that is when he is watching most carefully.
They all knew that Xia Bai didn't use any skills.
That day, when they were in the ward, reciting the copy of Harmony Cinema to the people from the research institute, Yang Mei was listening outside.
The people from the research institute asked Ling Changye why he was pulled into the movie. Ling Changye didn't say, but he knew that everyone in the Wangchuan team knew it.
It was when he saw the bodies being mutilated and dismembered in the movies.
In addition to a soul skill duplication, Ling Changye also has a physical skill that is said to be immortal. Even if his body is broken into countless pieces, he can still grow it back.
This was something he acquired in a deep-sea copy, and for acquiring such a skill, he suffered the same degree of pain.
He was the only one who came out alive from that copy, and no one knew what he had encountered, but they all knew that he hated dismemberment and abuse of bodies and corpses, so some people in the Wangchuan team speculated that he had been dismembered and endured the most painful death alone at the bottom of the sea, which enabled him to acquire such a miraculous skill.
The last time they were in the orthopedic hospital copy, it was extremely difficult and they relied entirely on Ling Changye to lead them through. In the end, he was also in that hospital and was once again dismembered by the medical demon, and he didn't react for a long time.
It was Xia Bai who picked him up bit by bit from the sea of blood and corpses, and that's how he was sewed up.
On the stage, the body has taken shape.
From a bucket of bloody stuff to a complete corpse, it is a strange and magical thing, and it even makes people think of the magic of nature in a paradoxical way.
It’s not the magic of nature, but the magic of Xia Bai’s hands.
He took a wet towel and wiped the dirt off the corpse bit by bit, cleaned and repaired the decay of the corpse, and simply made up the corpse and changed its clothes. There was light in his eyes, and every movement was gentle and powerful.
Grandpa was also curious why he was not afraid of dead bodies at all.
He said as a matter of course that with five gods of happiness in his home, how could he be afraid of dead bodies.
Grandpa also said, even if you are not afraid, why would you still kiss her.
He also said as a matter of course that isn't the God of Happiness a family member of theirs, so love the God of Happiness and love his family as well.
Grandpa hesitated, touched his head and said that some things might be fixed in the soul. Later, the game skills proved that grandpa was right.
Maybe something was fixed in his soul at some point in time. He couldn't be afraid of corpses. Somewhere in his soul reminded him all the time that corpses were something he could never get away from for the rest of his life.
There was no sign of acting on his part; everything was instinctive, even his smile at the end was not a success in facial expression management.
A white chrysanthemum was placed on his heart. The people under his command looked like they had just died, or died in a sweet dream. They were not run over by a car, and did not experience any pain.
The barrage was flooded with A and B.
Looking at those A's and the text barrage that had not appeared for a long time, all players knew that he had become the ghosts' favorite and even respected boy.
Xia Bai's final grade was also a B. He could have gone for an A, but his physical education teacher gave him an F. When he first went on stage and hadn't performed yet, many audience members also gave him an F.
Xia Bai bowed, "Thank you for watching."
Xia Bai's performance gave great encouragement to the trainees in the lower group. Most importantly, he reduced the crazy, depressing and terrifying atmosphere in the studio, making the trainees less panicked. Zhong Zicang and Zhang Runyue, who went on stage next, both passed the assessment smoothly.
But there were only the two of them. When two more deaths appeared on the stage, the thick smell of blood and the excitement of the barrage of comments made the studio fall into suffocating depression again, and the remaining trainees became nervous again.
The ones following are the contestants with the worst performance in the first stage. Except for those who had plastic surgery, the mortality rate is very high. Some contestants had good program ideas, but they were not able to show them at all because of nervousness.
Wang Wei started shaking again. Before she went on stage, Zhang Runyue hugged her tightly and comforted her. Zhong Zicang also squeezed her hand tightly. She stared at Zhong Zicang for several seconds and walked to the stage in a daze. When she passed by Xia Bai, she didn't even hear what Xia Bai said to her.
Xia Bai held her arm and asked her again in a low voice. She didn't know if she heard it or not. She just shook her head, said "it's okay", pulled Xia Bai's hand away, and hurried away.
She walked at first, then started to jog after a few steps, and finally ran onto the stage with the last two steps.
I still remember that night when she first arrived in Quanguang City, she was the first one to vomit when they went to the Orthopedic Hospital to clean up the bodies. She cried while cleaning the bodies, but she still insisted on finishing the cleaning and did not do any less.
After so many days of getting along, everyone in their group knew that she grew up in a wealthy family and was spoiled by her parents and brother. She had never suffered any hardship. Her family did not agree with her studying medicine.
But she still insisted on studying medicine and was admitted to the most famous medical school in the country.
When asked why, she said, "Have you seen the movie "War Doctors"? It is based on the deeds of a real doctor named Mu Chunfei. After watching the movie, I was inspired to become a doctor like her. Alas, my character is far worse than hers. I have been raised at home since I was a child and have not received much training. I think this volunteer support is a good opportunity to train myself. I tried my best to sign up successfully and come here."
"I didn't make a mistake coming here. I will definitely grow through this support activity."
She really grew up and she didn't cry.
"Good afternoon, three judges and audience." She stood straight, as if she was using all her strength to stop herself from trembling. Her voice was hoarse, but a few tremolos would always jump on the collapsing music score, which was not something the human body could control.
"The ballet I am going to perform for you today is The Last Moment of Life. At the last moment of life, who will you think of?"
With that she began to dance, and the first arabesque fell over.
Xia Bai lowered his eyes and looked at his toes.
He heard Zhang Runyue sobbing and she was also hanging her head.
Only Zhong Zicang still raised his head. Xia Bai turned around and saw that his jaw was clenched and he looked pale under the bright light.
He watched Wang Wei's dance, Wang Wei's "The Last Moment of Life", and her bloody ending.
Xia Bai also saw at that moment that Wang Wei did not flee on the stage. She just looked at them in a trance, with some concentration in her eyes. It seemed that when she wanted to say something, she fell into the tunnel.
"President, I won't get plastic surgery."
"Xia Bai, I believe what you said too."
"I want it clean."
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