My Thriller Survival Game

In response to Xu Yang's words, the male model sneered, obviously he didn't believe Xu Yang's words.

When Xu Yang saw this, he did not force any explanation, but asked: "Where am I now?"

"Where do you think you are?"

Xu Yang remained silent.

This question was also what he had been thinking about the moment he unveiled the drawing paper on the second floor.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yang asked again: "Where did Liu Qilin go?"

"Go where he belongs."

"Did you kill him?" Xu Yang raised his eyebrows.

If this was really the case, then Xu Yang would regret it deeply, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it was impossible.

Among the people in the community, the one with the highest combat power was Liu Qilin. He had a level of resentment, so how could he be killed just for the sake of killing?

Thinking of this, Xu Yang looked at the male model. He still couldn't see too many clues from this guy who didn't look like a human or a ghost.

As if he knew what Xu Yang was thinking, the male model smiled evilly.

"I didn't kill him because he didn't have what I wanted."

"What do you want?" Xu Yang asked.

"Something beautiful."

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

"Beautiful things are everywhere, but perfect things are always scarce. What I want is perfect things. Only perfect things can be called art."

"Huh?"

Hearing these words, Xu Yang let out a sigh, and then said: "I didn't realize that you are still an artist."

"Artist? Haha~~~"

The male model suddenly laughed, and he smiled extremely happily. However, while he was happy, Xu Yang saw a kind of paranoid madness.

After laughing, the male model shook his head and said: "Although I really want to admit that I am an artist, I am not an artist."

"Then what are you?"

It seemed like a simple question, but the male model fell into deep thinking for a long time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Yang began to look around.

The army of models that just came like a tide disappeared without a trace, and when he was talking to the male model, the ghost cloth that had been pulling on him became extremely quiet at this time.

It was as if nothing had happened. If he hadn't had part of his body embedded in the ghost cloth at this moment, he would have really felt that everything just now was an illusion.

This place looks like a studio, everything is extremely real, but it is too real, which makes Xu Yang feel unreal.

Recalling the scenes he had just experienced, Xu Yang had to suspect that he had fallen into some special environment again.

"I'm just a person who likes to collect art." The male model's body suddenly sounded.

"Oh? Then you are a collector?"

The male model shook his head and nodded again: "I like to discover beautiful things and keep them. This gives me a sense of accomplishment."

"Then what do you think is beautiful?"

"What do you think?"

In response to the male model's rhetorical question, Xu Yang remained silent.

Beauty! This word is very broad. Everyone has different experiences, different visions, different moods, different experiences, and different definitions of beauty. This makes it difficult for Xu Yang to answer at once.

Seeing that Xu Yang remained silent, the male model asked again: "Do you think Zhu Pan is beautiful?"

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the fat little black man he came into contact with first.

To be honest, Xu Yang couldn't see any beauty in him, whether it was height, appearance, body shape, temperament... No matter what aspect, he didn't have an advantage, but gave people an extremely greasy feeling.

a feeling of.

Seeing Xu Yang's hesitant expression, the male model smiled and then asked, "Do you think Qianqian is beautiful?"

This time, Xu Yang nodded directly without any hesitation.

"Haha~~~"

The male model smiled and said, "You are very honest,"

Xu Yang said: "Although I don't understand art, she is indeed beautiful, with a perfect face, a perfect figure, and almost every part of her body. If she is not beautiful, then this world should be

There is no beauty left.”

The male model is very satisfied with Xu Yang's evaluation.

"You have really good taste, I like it very much."

"But she still has flaws."

"oh?"

The male model was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xu Yang with interest and asked, "What's the flaw?"

"She is perfect, whether it is face shape, figure, or other aspects, she can almost satisfy any man's fantasy about women. From the appearance, she is indeed perfect, but she is missing the most important thing.

"

"Eye?"

Xu Yang shook his head and said: "No, it's spirituality!"

As soon as these words came out, the male model's face changed slightly, and the eyes he looked at Xu Yang became dark and unclear.

Xu Yang seemed not to have seen it, and said to himself: "If I guess correctly, she is your most proud work of art, right?"

"How did you figure it out? Do you really not understand art?"

"Haha~~~"

Xu Yang smiled, he knew shit about art.

Qianqian is indeed beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, but also very fake. When he saw Qianqian for the first time, Xu Yang felt that she was not a living person, and looked very much like the plastic model he saw on the set.

"Someone once said that first-class men look at their breasts, second-class men look at their legs, and third-class men look at their faces. Qianqian is extremely perfect in these three aspects, but what I want to say is that this kind of beauty is only superficial.

That’s all.”

"Superficial beauty?" the male model narrowed his eyes.

Xu Yang seemed to be unaware of his situation and began to talk.

"Appearance beauty is what most people pursue. Whether it is a person or an object, when they see it, the first thing to pay attention to it is often the most superficial thing. But this kind of superficial thing cannot be seen.

After a long time, you will get bored of it. What can really attract a person is often the inner beauty beneath the surface."

"for example?"

"Such as temperament, such as spirituality, such as heart, but she has none of these things. I admit that in terms of appearance, she is indeed a rare work of art, but under the perfect appearance, she is just a

It's just a dead thing, I really don't know what you are so proud of."

The last sentence was extremely sarcastic, and the male model's face unexpectedly became extremely ugly.

But Xu Yang seemed to be unable to see it, and continued to mock: "Although you deny that you are an artist, you want to be an artist in your heart. In other words, you have always thought that you are an artist, but you are just a superficial person."

Are artists really artists?"

The male model's face was gloomy to the extreme, which was a sign that he was about to explode out of embarrassment.

"Do you know the consequences of irritating me?" the male model asked sinisterly.

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