Song Wennuan was busy searching for people she knew very well, those who could be used for the new 'arrangement', so naturally, Fan Jialuo's test was suspended for a while.

The assistant director took Fan Jialuo to another room and told him to wait for a while, without mentioning any details.

Fan Jialuo could feel the indifference or even disgust being emitted by these people towards him, but he didn't ask any questions. He just walked to a quiet corner and sat alone with a lowered head.

A moment later, an almost unnoticeable energy fluctuation appeared in the room. Fan Jialuo quickly lifted his eyelids and looked in the direction that the energy fluctuation had come from.

He hooked his fingertip and the energy fluctuation slowly moved towards him. It finally condensed into a faint human-shaped fog. Two black tears rolled down from the face of this foggy person, showing where his eyes were.

A flash glinted in his eyes, and Fan Jialuo caught the foggy teardrops.

"Are you at home?" He asked in a low, almost inaudible voice.

The human-shaped fog nodded, and more tears welled up in his eyes, but they disappeared without a trace before they could touch the ground.

"Let me see." Fan Jialuo said, as he casually placed his right hand on his knee, his fingertips drooping naturally.

No one watching would be able to discover this abnormal action of his through the monitor.

The human-shaped fog squatted down in front of him and carefully pushed his forehead against his fingertips.

The blurry swaying scene gradually became clear.

A small black fog was squatting at the top of the stairway as usual. Its short arms were hugging its thin legs, while its head was buried in its arms. Its large eyes were filled with panic and expectation.

Today was the day his mother was being released from the detention center.

He was afraid of her beatings, but the feeling of missing her was equally strong and almost unbearable.

He, who had been hurt countless times, was just like a dog. As long as the owner called for the loyal pet gently, he would once more run over to their side happily.

The love children harbored for their parents was always natural and pure.

While they were still young, no matter how much hurt their parents bequeathed upon them, which usually left permanent marks on their hearts, they would always be able to look towards them as if they were a shining light.

It was only after they grew up and understood what was love and what was hate, what was sadness and what was joy, would those lights start to gradually dissipate.

At this moment, as the little figure squatted in the shadow of the dim doorway and watched as his mother stepped out of the elevator with the help of his father, it felt as if a light had suddenly lit up his dark world.

He got up in a hurry and went to greet them timidly and stealthily, feeling both joyful and fearful at the same time.

The two people walked into the house with extremely tired expressions and locked the door.

The father then took the mother into the kitchen, pointed to a stiff body inside the refrigerator and said, "I killed him."

The tone with which he said this was no different from the way he would say 'it's going to rain tomorrow.'

The little foggy figure stood at the door of the kitchen, his dark eyes staring at them and his corpse, unable to even express any kind of distinct emotion upon witnessing this scene.

The mother opened her mouth wide as if to scream, but the father quickly blocked her mouth and nose before she could let out any sound.

His face showed a twisted expression as he explained, "I didn't mean to do it, really! You were the one beating him everyday but he remained fine back then. I was just drunk that night and accidentally kicked him, but then he died. How could I have known that this would happen?"

The mother desperately grabbed at him, scratched him and kicked him, with tears pouring from her eyes like pearls. The sorrow of losing her child seemed to have driven her crazy.

The man covered her mouth throughout all this, silently suffering this purging of her emotions.

After this episode, both of them collapsed tiredly. The little body was still curled up in the freezer, covered in layers of snow-white frost.

The woman yelled, venting all the emotions she had buried deep in her heart, "I hit him because I just couldn't bear it!

"When I was struggling with my pregnancy, you weren't at home to take care of me at all. Even when I was suffering from the pain of giving birth to him, you only came to the hospital the day after his birth.

"I coaxed the child and fed the child, while you continue to socialize with your friends outside. I took the child to cram school, while you played games at home. When I said I was suffering from depression you said I was being unreasonable.

"You were never there when I needed you! Now, you've killed the child, and we're all free! Ha ha hahaha!"

The woman laughed awkwardly and murmured into the void, "If I had known it would be like this, I would never have given birth to him in the beginning. His life was not good because he had parents like us! Hahaha, hahaha..."

The woman laughed again and again, her volume growing louder and louder.

The man had to cover her mouth once again, and then he apologized, "I'm sorry dear, I'm really sorry. Let's have another one, hmm?

"This time, I promise to love the child and you. I will accompany you every day when you are pregnant, I will wait in the hospital the whole night while you are giving birth, I will help you in coaxing the child, I will feed the child and will also send the child to cram school.

"You can rest at home every day, you can do whatever you want to do. If you want to play games, then play games, if you want to go shopping, you can do that too. I will work hard to provide you with the best life ever. So, let's have another one, okay?"

The man pressed his cheek against the woman's and kept asking gently, "Okay?"

Under the shadow of this cold and absurd night, this long lost hypocritical warmth actually moved the woman's heart.

At last, with tears in her eyes, she nodded and agreed, "Alright, we'll have another one."

Neither of them ever discovered how two lines of bloody tears had formed and flowed down from the little foggy figure's eyes after hearing what the woman had said.

Or how it trembled, then struggled to hold on as its existence almost dissipated from the world.

The little figure backed a few steps away from the couple, as if wanting to leave, but then couldn't help from standing by the door for a long time.

He tried to take one small step forward, then took another small step...

Just like this, he arrived beside the woman, and then slowly stretched out his two thin arms, as if wanting to hug her.

But, the moment his arms were about to touch the woman, she suddenly stood up and said decisively, "We have to deal with the body, or you will be arrested by the police!"

The little figure, who was inadvertently 'swung away' by her arm, looked up at her, and his bloody teardrops finally turned into thick black tears.

He backed away from them step by step, while continuing to watch them numbly.

The man had said so many sweet words to the woman all because his purpose, from the very beginning, had been to get her to say such words.

Satisfied with this outcome, he quickly found a suitcase and wanted the woman to help him put the body into it.

The two of them were 'busy' with this task when the doorbell started ringing, and continued to ring persistently for the next five to six minutes.

They couldn't pretend to be ignorant any more, or pretend that 'there was no one at home,' and so put the body back in the refrigerator before reluctantly opening the door in a calm manner.

Seeing Liao Fang in her police uniform on the other side of the door, the woman turned pale with fear, but the man managed to cope with the shock rather well and spoke naturally.

He said that he had sent the child to his grandparents' home. He was always busy with work, so the child would only suffer if he stayed with him. It was better to send him away to his grandparents.

After saying these words, he also called his mother on the spot and asked if the child was fine.

His mother seemed to have been prepared for this beforehand, and so praised her grandchild for being sensible and obedient.

Liao Fang had no right to intrude into other people's homes without any authorization. Seeing that the living room was in a really messy state, which was obviously not suitable for a child to live in, she left.

The couple then took turns staring out of the peephole to make sure there were no police officers outside anymore.

Only after assuring themselves that they wouldn't be interrupted did they place the child's body into the suitcase and take it to the artificial lake in the community. They tied heavy stones to it, and then carried it onto a small boat.

They sailed a long distance from the shore before dropping the suitcase and letting it sink to the bottom of the lake.

There were only a few people living in the community, and the surveillance cameras had been damaged long ago, so they managed to perform these actions quietly and without disturbance.

Only the little human-shaped fog had been a silent witness to their actions.

These cruel fragments of memory soon faded away from Fan Jialuo's mind. The only clear memory left behind was the scene where the child had willingly and stubbornly stretched out his hands for a hug, even after being hurt in such an extreme manner.

This gesture of his, and his longing for a hug, was like a wedge which firmly embedded itself in Fan Jialuo's mind.

The human-shaped fog swayed and flickered several times in front of him before Fan Jialuo finally let out a low sigh.

"Even after all this, you still want to go back?"

The human-shaped fog stood up straight and nodded his head heavily while still shedding black tears.

He had to go back, because he had one last wish that hadn't been fulfilled.

"Okay, then I'll take you home later," promised Fan Jialuo.

***

Meanwhile, a quarrel had broken out in the observation room.

Song Rui, who had gotten hold of the paper note which was the so-called 'evidence,' questioned with a sneer, "Do you really think that Fan Jialuo needs to cheat by using such inferior means? Then, how can you explain his first performance?"

"I just thought it through carefully right now. In fact, it's easy to cheat in the first test. As long as someone implants a Trojan horse virus into our computer, they can control the selection probability of the five photos.

"Think about it, he was able to draw four of the five chosen photos and had accurately predicted all the photos you went through before choosing one. Come on, can his ability really be that great?

"I dare not even think about something like this happening in my wildest imagination, but he has the guts to do it!

"Cousin, since you are so confident in Fan Jialuo, why won't you let us rearrange the test? What are you afraid of?" Song Wennuan boldly asked.

Song Rui took off his gold-rimmed glasses and laughed helplessly. He then calmly said, "It's fine. You can arrange whatever you want, but you can't move those four boxes. That test should also take place."

Song Wennuan glanced at him with a complicated feeling brewing in her mind. She really couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn about those boxes.

Was there something fishy about them?

But before she could think more deeply into the matter, a handsome man entered the observation room and waved to her with a smile.

"Ah, Yuntian! When did you return to China? Has your exhibition ended?"

Upon catching sight of this man, Song Wennuan's raging anger completely extinguished and was instead replaced by happiness at this precious surprise.

The man who had just entered was her boyfriend, Yu Yuntian, a well-known Oil Painting Master both in China and abroad, and he was also the Vice President of the Chinese Art Association.

A single painting of his could be sold at a price reaching tens of millions. He was a legend in the art world, and was someone who had reached the pinnacle of his career at the age of 30.

The two couldn't wait to embrace each other and exchanged a few eager kisses. The man was handsome and the woman was bright. The scene of them being together was as beautiful as an oil painting.

All the people present looked at them with envious eyes, but Song Rui only curled up his lips lightly.

No one knew what Song Wennuan and Yu Yuntian said to each other. The latter showed a puzzled expression at first, before nodding helplessly under his girlfriend's persuasion and leaving with a makeup artist.

Seeing Song Wennuan come back alone, Song Rui asked, "Do you want him to take part in the Fan Jialuo's personality appraisal test?"

Song Wennuan smugly tossed her long hair over her shoulder. "Yes, people all over the world know about Yuntian's experience and struggles. I'll make Fan Jialuo wear a blindfold and then ask him to appraise Yuntian's personality. I'd like to see just what he says."

Her unspoken words were-if there was something wrong with Fan Jialuo's words, she, who had been publicly acknowledged as Yu Yuntian's girlfriend, could immediately stand up and tear the other's face apart in front of the camera for millions of viewers to see!

In her program, anyone who crossed her bottom line would have to watch out for her revenge, and then bear it for every second it lasted!

Song Rui genuinely asked, "Song Wennuan, I thought you had already broken up with Yu Yuntian?"

"Whether we broke up or not is none of your business!" The expression on Song Wennuan's face showed that she didn't want to discuss this topic any further.

In the whole Song Family, it was only her cousin who had always opposed her relationship with her current boyfriend, without stating the exact reason he did so, which made her feel very angry.

Song Rui was not a nosy person either. His action of reminding her to break up was already the upper limit of what he could do.

He turned his head and looked at a certain young man waiting in another room, reminding her for the last time, "You will regret your decision."

"Cousin, I know that Fan Jialuo is your favorite, I know that very well. But you can't just keep threatening me for him, you know? What kind of outrageous thing have I done that will make me regret it in the end, huh?"

Knowing that her cousin would never answer this question, Song Wennuan picked up her walkie talkie and urged, "Producer, have you found some other people? Hurry up, we don't have much time."

"Sister Song, in addition to Mr. Yu, we have found two other people, one of whom is Ya Ya, and the other is Jie Furui. Do you think that's ok?"

Song Wennuan's eyes lit up and she immediately nodded. "Yes, get them to put on makeup quickly, we are going to start recording soon."

Ya Ya had been following Song Wennuan since she was 18 years old. It would be no exaggeration to say that she was a cherished student of Song Wennuan.

She had worked as a low-level staff member in a TV station for her first job. Later, she started following Song Wennuan as an assistant.

She wasn't a talkative person, but she was very smart. She had a stable and reliable personality, and she gradually rose to become a first-rate assistant from just being a small-time associate assistant, before then rising to become the Manager of the Operations Department under Song Wennuan.

Currently, she was learning screenwriting with Song Wennuan's support.

Jie Furui was Song Wennuan's exclusive makeup artist, and was also an Internet celebrity with five million fans. He often published videos on beauty tips or makeup on the Internet.

He had a strong professional ability. Early in his career, he had once worked as a stylist for a first-rate superstar. Later on, because of his upright character, he had offended some people and so was fired and excluded from the upper-tier echelon in the fashion circle.

However, people with vision, like Song Wennuan, knew that he was a person possessing an honest ability.

After following her, Jie Furui didn't fall down any further, but instead, managed to climb onto another high branch. At least those people he had once offended would now have to take a detour whenever they saw him.

However, he was a man who couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes. Even if those people wanted to smoothen things out with him, he refused to do so.

Whenever he saw such a person, he would tear into them. Thus, he gradually gained the nickname 'Sister Sisi', and his popularity on the Internet rose higher than ever before.

Last but not the least, there was Yu Yuntian, who was born into a scholarly family, had graduated from a top-tier international art school, had won numerous awards at a young age, and had a large number of fans at home and abroad. His popularity was no worse than that of a first-rate celebrity.

There was nothing bad to say about his character, appearance, family background, wealth and status. He was a perfect match for Song Wennuan.

Ya Ya was a person whom Song Wennuan knew very well, while Yu Yuntian and Jie Furui were people that the whole country knew about.

Let's watch just how Fan Jialuo gets through this level. If he said even a single wrong sentence, he would definitely invite overwhelming doubt and ridicule onto himself.

The more Song Wennuan thought about it, the more proud she felt of this move of hers.

She took out a small mirror and muttered to herself while applying makeup, "Hoho, how can I be so smart? Is this what they mean when they say 'the devil is ten feet tall while virtue is one foot'?"

Song Rui sighed again. "Wennuan, you will regret it."

***

Song Wennuan was a person who stuck to her opinions and never listened to others. She would only look back once she hit the south wall.

She quickly invited the three people to be appraised into the previous testing room, and had four very soft and comfortable sofas brought in for seating. Three of these sofas were set two meters away from a circular table, and the last one was set three meters away from the same table in the opposite direction.

The four boxes on the long table were moved to an inconspicuous corner.

Yu Yuntian, Ya Ya and Jie Furui were seated in their respective places. Their expressions showed that they were very relaxed, and indifferent to their current situation.

For some people, being appraised on the spot was equivalent to taking off their clothes in the public, and was always accompanied by the feeling of their privacy being violated.

But at this moment, these three were experiencing no sense of crisis at all, because they had never believed those rumors floating around on the Internet.

Did a person who could see your ins and outs with just a glance really exist in this world?

Of course, the answer to this was no.

In the end, it was just speculation, and using a rather cheap way to do so too! Nothing more!