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 When he knelt down on one knee to help Xia Xiqing untie the rope on his leg, Zhou Ziheng himself didn't know what was going on, why he was bewitched by this person, and why he was not firm enough to agree to his request.
 None of this is logical.
 Maybe it was because he was recording a show, he had already made a request to himself, and it would be bad to refuse. Zhou Ziheng found a step for himself.
 "Thank you." Xia Xiqing's ending sounded very pleasant, even though his hands were still handcuffed. He stood up from the chair, moved his ankles with his toes on the floor, and turned his head to observe the room by the way. Zhou Ziheng took off all the white cloths in the room and put them in a corner.
 This room is not too big, but judging by the furnishings, it is a decent study room. The door they are most concerned about has a code lock, and the door can be opened by entering the correct four-digit code through the touch screen.
 In the room, the four walls are covered with light brown wallpaper with dark patterns, several paintings are hung on it, and there is an oval mirror with a wooden frame. On the right side of the mirror is a mahogany cabinet against the wall with a gramophone on it. On top of it was a vinyl record.
 These were not the focus of Xia Xiqing's attention. He carefully looked for the distribution of cameras in this room. After all, it is a reality show, and all the puzzles are arranged, so there must be a close-up of the decryption process with a camera.
 After roughly counting the cameras, Xia Xiqing felt a lot clearer. Occupational diseases made him look at the paintings hanging on the wall, and Zhou Ziheng followed, but he wanted to check whether there were any clues behind the paintings.
 "What do you think of this painting?"
 Hearing Xia Xiqing's voice, Zhou Ziheng's hand holding the picture frame paused. Art has never been his specialty. Although he has acted since he was a child, there is still a big gap between the expression forms of painting art and performing art.
 "I don't know much about these things." Zhou Ziheng still said the truth.
 Xia Xiqing smiled, "This is Goya's painting, "The Dressed Maha". This painting actually has a very interesting story."
 Zhou Ziheng put the painting back and took a look at him. In fact, he was not interested in the story Xia Xiqing said, but then he remembered that it was being recorded, and it seemed not good not to speak, so he reluctantly agreed: " what story."
 "Spain in the eighteenth century was shrouded in asceticism due to historical reasons, and no **** images were allowed in the artworks of the entire country. The only piece of "Venus in the Mirror" was protected under the protection of the king He was punished." Xia Xiqing stretched out his still handcuffed hands and slowly touched the edge of the picture frame, and Zhou Ziheng looked at the woman in the picture lying on the dark green velvet bed with some puzzlement. A hazy white gauze dress, with a wide rose-colored belt around the waist outlines the soft waist.
 "She's wearing..."
 Xia Xiqing paused his hands, glanced at Zhou Ziheng, the tails of his beautiful eyes slightly raised, "She didn't wear it at first. It is said that this woman is a noble concubine in Spain, and Goya was ordered to draw a full-length portrait of her." As he spoke, Xia Xiqing suddenly chuckled, "Who knew that he was completely fascinated by the beauty, and drew a **** portrait. After the incident was revealed, the dignitary was very angry. In order to calm his anger, Goya drew the same "Clothed Horse" Ha", both paintings were taken away in the end."
 Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, looked at the woman in the painting, but didn't say a word.
 Xia Xiqing put down his handcuffed hands and looked sideways at Zhou Ziheng.
 "Are you imagining another one?"
 Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng frowned and looked at him like a little tiger with all its fur standing on end, "I don't."
 Xia Xiqing nodded with a smile, and replied softly, "I'm just kidding."
 Not a joke at all.
 Seeing the fake smile on his face, Zhou Ziheng was even more displeased.
 This guy really, has no shame.
 Zhou Ziheng left without hesitation, walked straight to the long table before, and checked the clues on the table. Xia Xiqing still stood where he was, staring blankly at the paintings on the wall.
 Why did you put this one up?
 After standing for a few minutes, Xia Xiqing turned around and found that Zhou Ziheng was standing by the long desk on which his back was leaning, looking intently at the desk. He also walked over. On the desk was a thick book and a blanket Torn sticky note.
 "It's so shredded, the props team really worked hard." Xia Xiqing teased in a gentle tone as he looked at the snowflake-like pieces.
 Zhou Ziheng flipped through the book in silence, and a bookmark came out with a line written on it.
 [Whatever I touch breaks. — Kafka]
 Xia Xiqing came over, "Selected Poems of Kafka."
 Feeling Xia Xiqing approaching him, Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable, put the book aside, picked up a small piece of it, turned it over, looked at it, frowned for a moment, then said nothing, and began to spell out one by one. , Xia Xiqing didn't like to do this kind of piecemeal work. He walked to the phonograph, brushed his fingers lightly over the tone arm of the phonograph, and gently placed the stylus on the record.
 The unique ethereal feeling of vinyl records quickly penetrated into this dull closed space with the fast-paced notes. Xia Xiqing leaned against the cabinet and looked at the equally dull young man.
 "Have you ever heard this song?"
 Zhou Ziheng didn't look up, but focused on the desktop, "I'm not very good at music."
 He has no interest in art, and he has no affection for artistic libertines.
 Xia Xiqing smiled. Although his hands were handcuffed, he stood in front of the mahogany cabinet like a professional music connoisseur and admired it for a while before slowly saying, "This is the composition of Ravel's piano suite "Mirror". The first song was inspired by moths in the dark." He turned his head, looked at the slowly rotating record, and chuckled, "Although music critics think that this kind of fine half-tone is very similar to It's fluttering butterfly wings, but it sounds like a shattered mirror to me."
 As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. It seemed that he shouldn't have said so much on the show, but Zhou Ziheng, who had been putting together the fragments before, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Xiqing.
 Perhaps because he thought his analogy was quite appropriate, Zhou Ziheng, who was originally focused on nothing else, was also distracted by the endlessly flowing music, trying to appreciate this piece. He didn't straighten up until the broken note was recovered without error.
 "Finished? You are so good."
 Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. The sticky notes were full of broken letters, and the fragments were so many and broken that it gave him a headache when he was impatient. As he spoke, he walked to the desk, where Zhou Ziheng was pasting these fragments into a complete piece of paper with scotch tape on the desk.
 He glanced at it, and all the letters on the sticky note appeared and were restored, but it was a sequence of letters in disorder.
 PGOEUDEAENHNRD
 Obviously it's a password. Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, he was more curious now, how Zhou Ziheng put the pile of pieces together so quickly.
 "It's so fast, how did you fight?"
 Zhou Ziheng turned the piece of paper over, and a complete sentence was written on the reverse side, in beautiful handwriting.
 [See you at Sophia's restaurant at ten o'clock tonight. ]
 "The information on the back is much easier to restore than the information on the front."
 Xia Xiqing nodded. Even if you can see that there is a complete sentence behind it, it will take a while to distinguish the pros and cons.
 Wait, front and back.
 Xia Xiqing reached out to pick up the sticky note and touched it. Sure enough, this piece of paper was specially processed. It looked the same, but it felt different. The front side was very smooth, while the back side was much rougher.
 "You are really careful." Xia Xiqing put the piece of paper back on the table with handcuffed hands, and smiled sideways at Zhou Ziheng, "As expected of Ziheng."
 Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he worshiped so much, he responded slightly bluntly, "This kind of special paper is very common in the secret room, if you are not distracted by the music, you will also find it."
 "No way, art is life." Xia Xiqing's hands were a little sore. He moved his shoulders and looked down at the paper. For some reason, the originally ethereal and clear music on the gramophone suddenly became sluggish. Strange lag, unpleasant.
 "Your 'art' looks a bit old." Zhou Ziheng rarely used a mocking tone. The stale music made his brain unable to concentrate, so he was about to walk over and turn off the music.
 At this time, Xia Xiqing stood motionless, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he seemed to be in a daze.
 "Wait a minute." The moment Zhou Ziheng put his hand on the tonearm, Xia Xiqing called to stop, "Don't turn it off yet."
 "What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and found that Xia Xiqing found a pen on the table and wrote something down on the previous piece of paper.
 Did he find anything? Zhou Ziheng slowly withdrew his hand, and began to listen to this strange discontinuous piece seriously.
 The stagnation in the music sounds almost irregular at first glance, sometimes there is a short stutter, and sometimes it lasts longer. But if you listen carefully, you will find that at the end of every two bars, the stuttering will stop for a few seconds, and then reappear, even the stuttering time is the same.
 like some kind of cycle...
 Zhou Ziheng quickly realized that the beginning of each cycle was to repeat the password again.
 Long time freeze - short time freeze - short time freeze - short time freeze - music
 Short-time freeze-long-time freeze-short-time freeze-music
 Short Card - Music
 long-short-music
 long-short-long-music
 …
 The long and short handover is Morse code.
 He stood in front of the phonograph and listened to a few bars. Xia Xiqing, who was leaning over the desk just now, had straightened up, looked and looked at the draft that he had just calculated, and finally walked to Zhou Ziheng's side.
 "Have you solved it?" He was a little surprised. After all, as far as he knew, Xia Xiqing majored in art, so how could he solve the Morse code so quickly.
 Xia Xiqing nodded, frowning slightly, walked to the mirror he had seen before, stared at it carefully for a while, and then said to Zhou Ziheng, "Stand farther away first."
 Zhou Ziheng was puzzled, but he still stood up a bit. He saw Xia Xiqing take the tonearm away, and the music stopped abruptly. He was about to ask Xia Xiqing what kind of information he got after decoding, but he was a step late. Xia Xiqing took a step back with his right foot, put his handcuffed hands into fists in front of his chest, and raised his leg with a very skilled posture and movement. Remember the side kick.
 With a bang, the oval mirror suddenly shattered. He gently retracted his legs, and the light-reflecting fragments fell on the wooden cabinet and the floor, making a crackling sound. The moment it fell, the original appearance of the carved mirror frame finally appeared.
 A silver key is pasted into the gray chassis of the mirror frame.
 "Please help me untie this." Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at Zhou Ziheng, and stretched out his bound hands towards him.
 To be honest, Xia Xiqing's intelligence was beyond Zhou Ziheng's imagination.
 Under this second of thinking, he was even considering whether to take the key as his own when he let down his vigilance, so as to use it as a weight to blackmail Xia Xiqing in the future. The most likely killer.
 But he finally gave up on this plan. Zhou Ziheng glanced at the wrists that were a little red from the handcuffs, and felt that his thoughts were really disgusting.
 If he plots against him later, he can only consider himself unlucky. Zhou Ziheng stepped forward to take off the key. The props team really worked hard, the key was stuck so firmly that it took him a lot of effort to take it off smoothly.
 Xia Xiqing obediently stretched out his hands to Zhou Ziheng, watching him lower his head and uncuff him. This scene gave him great aesthetic enjoyment.
 Zhou Ziheng's straight nose bridge and delicately angled eye corners look more refined from such a low angle, it is a kind of delicate sculpture full of male hormones, the beautiful lines of brow bone and mountain root are connected and raised, like the silence falling in the wind mountains. His lowered head and his focused eyes made Xia Xiqing involuntarily think of Paul in Rodin's sculpture "The Kiss".
 If it wasn't for the recording of a reality show, Xia Xiqing would definitely come to his ear and say something.
 [Your face is really suitable for kissing. ]
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 Xia Xiqing: I like you a lot.
 Zhou Ziheng: Don’t suffer from Laozi.jpg
 However, within three seconds’ appearance at a press conference, his beauty made him debut in the C-position as Zhou Ziheng’s fan, and together with his idol went trending online, on a reality show, on… Yes, it’s as you think.
 But it’s not as Xia Xiqing thought.
 He thought he was fishing for the alpha of the entertainment industry, only to find out after peeling off the image he displays in public that he was an innocent tsundere as naive as a primary schooler. He thought it was a script about “I slept with my idol”, but in the end it became “my idol slept with me”.
 Exciting [lights a cigarette]
 Xia Xiqing: Didn’t you hate me the most? Why are you hugging and not letting go?
 Zhou Ziheng: You smell good.
 Playboy and Alpha with the face of an angel Shou vs Aggressive but innocent Angel Gong
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 [Infinite Anime Stream] Fifty years ago, the game “Infinite World” came to the planet Terra, and all humans became players. Through the experience of the copy world, it is expected to become a powerhouse that surpasses mortals. 
 Terra has also changed as a result, “Infinite World” has become the most direct, fair and cruel way to ascend the class, and elite players have also become the existence standing at the top of this world. 
 Lu Feng came from the earth. 
 “This Infinite World game is actually the reincarnation space in the infinite stream novel, and this place actually treats the reincarnation space as a daily routine!” 
 “Ha, it turns out that the copy worlds are all two-dimensional animations and novels on Earth.” 
 As the only player with his own dungeon world story library, Lu Feng said that this time-travel benefit is absolutely full. 
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 A story of rebirth in another world, living with the flow, slowly blending into the surrounding environment.
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 She, the “godly doctor” of an assassin organization in 21st century, transmigrated into the body of Yun Family’s abandoned, good-for-nothing Ninth Miss. Good-for-nothing? Then she’ll let the world see what a real good-for-nothing looks like. Summoners are legendary? Nothing is impossible in this world! She’ll become the first Magical Summoner.
 He, the third prince in Long Xu Kingdom and the mysterious, behind-the-scenes owner of Zhou Dynasty’s monopolized business, seemingly handsome and uninhibited, is actually brutal and merciless.
 The world knows her as a sickly good-for-nothing and her standing is as low as a servant’s, yet she solely dominates his heart. Trickery, schemes, overbearing, seducing… an exhaustion of methods, all to capture her heart. The scheming couple supports each other, producing stories about enmity, love and win-win cooperation.
 Read to see how they stand side-by-side at the peak of this extraordinary world.
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 Xiao Chen, “the waste” of Xiao clan, had his engagement to the Young Lady of the Yang clan renounced.
 And when he arrived at the sect that sympathized with him and took him in, he found corpses strewn all over the place and a mist of blood in the air. The sect was exterminated by a mysterious group that was looking for the ‘Wind Spirit Jade’.
 He himself was left behind only half-dead for ‘wastes do not deserve to die by their hand’. Humiliated once more and on the verge of death, in the surroundings strangeness happened. A whirlpool sucked up the blood mist and diverted it into Xiao Chen’s forehead, transforming and enhancing his body.
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 Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.
 Returning back to her juvenile years, she turns the tide. Against natural order, she had been reborn. Those who had deceived and humiliated her, she would return it to them a hundredfold with additional thanks.
 Studying her own blood vessels, she recasts the best quality spirit roots. She destroys those rascal clansmen and returned home with glory!
 The rules of the world do not hold her down; this time around she kills through the righteous path.
 He is the universally admired spirit emperor, high above others, cold, proud and aloof. But every night he sneaks into her room and takes liberties. “Little runt, won’t you think it over?”
 “Do I have a choice?”
 “You can choose from giving birth once or giving birth twice.”
 “Why must I?!”
 “Because you stole my heart.”
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 When the peerless quasi-emperor enlightened the Dao Emperor, he was ambushed by the powerful and died. Because of a secret treasure, he brought his true spirit and turned around. After fourteen years of dream, he finally found himself back.
 The glorious past is now in the past, and now I am back. I will take back what belongs to me.
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 Martial arts can be a master! After practicing martial arts to the realm of the god wheel, you can develop supernatural powers and become extraordinary!
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 After crossing into the world of Xianxia, Zeng Xiaoyu received a cultivation technique upgrade system. From then on, no matter what cultivation technique is in Zeng Xiaoyu’s hands, it will be able to glow with amazing brilliance.
 Zeng Xiaoyu: This exercise is only the top grade of Huang, and the grade is too low!
 System: It’s okay, I can upgrade it to a mysterious high-grade.
 Zeng Xiaoyu: This exercise is only suitable for eunuchs.
 System: It doesn’t matter, I can upgrade it so that everyone can practice.
 Zeng Xiaoyu: This is a stubborn book of exercises.
 System: It doesn’t matter, I can restore and perfect it into a complete exercise.
 Zeng Xiaoyu: This technique is only suitable for the cultivation of the monster race.
 System: It doesn’t matter, I can upgrade it so that Terran can also practice. ……
 There is an upgrade system for exercises, there is no best exercises, only better exercises.
 Zeng Xiaoyu relied on the cultivation technique to upgrade the system, cultivated a peerless technique that was superior to others, and took an unusual path to becoming stronger.
 A genius, in his eyes, is nothing but a small dust under his feet, he can step on it as he wants!
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 At first, when he learned that he was forced to go to many different routine worlds and be reborn into all kinds of cannon fodder, he was against it.
 Because villains usually all only have a moment of satisfaction, the endings of cannon fodder are also frequently quite miserable.
 But the man who gave him the system told him that this system not only has all types of powerful functions, but he can also break the routine lives of the cannon fodder. If he achieves this satisfactorily for each world, he can even become a god.
 He’s already experienced over a thousand reincarnations, but hasn’t yet been a god. Since it sounds pretty great, why not just try it out.
 From that moment on, he began the irreversible path of tyrannically oppressing people, while conveniently tearing open those white moonlights and so-called righteous people’s hypocritical masks.
 His goal: wearing the villain’s role to walk other people’s righteous paths, leaving them no path to follow.
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 Shen Zhe, a low-achieving student with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, traverses into a world of high achievers.
 A writing notebook, which can change the Rules and formulate the Truth, appears in his mind.
 Emperor: Where is my sword?
 Shen Zhe: I have eliminated items of the same kind and ours are gone too.
 Army Chief : Where is my army’s war sabre?
 Shen Zhe: The army’s war sabre is a standard weapon. After extracting from all, there is only one left in my hands.
 Expert: I have a secret art that can increase twice its power instantaneously.
 Shen Zhe mulls over it and changes the “2” on his own forehead to “3”.
 Big boss of an alien world: As long as our lineage is not extinguished, we will kill the entire human race sooner or later.
 Shen Zhe hesitates a little and writes three characters “404”. Hundreds of millions of books disappeared in a flash, and the alien civilization was destroyed.
 Your soul leaves the body. I have a separation wall.
 You can hide. I can open up the place.
 You need to ride a flying divine beast for travel. Sorry to say, I can easily travel by changing the coordinates.
 What? You think I’m ugly? I dare not add the perfect score. After adding it, I’m afraid you will find me irresistible and cannot control yourself…….
 This is a story about how a low achiever changes an existing world and creates a new world.
 New book from author from Library of Heaven’s Path
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 Ye Yusheng, who had traveled to another world, wanted to spend his whole life as a salted fish.
 But suddenly one day, I got a magical system.
 Beating people can not only explode blood, equipment, skills, and even attributes.
 Since then, he has embarked on a path of no return to life and death.
 But slapped, he found that he had the ability to explode the world!
 Who dares to provoke me, I will blow up this world and die with you! Just ask if you are afraid?
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 After a mishap, he accidentally became the protagonist. Unexpectedly, he and the villain cultivated together and they actually became dao companions.
 “If you want to be with me forever, there is only the supreme road of achievement. Are you willing to travel with me?”
 “Of course I’m willing.”
 ……
 In Li JinZhi’s view, the protagonist and villain’s coexistence should be like swords and spears facing each other, a feud.
 But when he crossed into the novel and became the protagonist; when he placed all his trust in the man who was supposed to be the villain; when the other side revealed some unusual feelings to him; when he held Ye Yu’s hand to the altar, he discovered that the relationship between the protagonist and villain isn’t as dull as he imagined.
 When the monotonous pattern is broken, the feelings of resentment turns into sharing a common destiny.
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