One point!

There was a dead silence in the huge square, and everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak, staring at the big screen in amazement, the screams about to be exhaled in their chests were blocked in their throats, and the arms that were about to be waved high hung down weakly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Silence, silence! If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence. In this silence, Murakami suddenly remembered a sentence said by the great writer who once studied in RB. He clearly saw the undercurrent rolling under the silence in front of him and about to explode, and he was about to be torn to pieces by this wave, afraid of himself.

Murakami was thinking a little distractedly, but the thing in his hand gave him great courage.

The person who was torn apart should be me, not you, my poor grandson, little Yozhen.

"Masashi Murakami! What are you doing! Qin Zhaoming's shocked and angry voice sounded in his ears, and the microphone spread this sentence far away. As if a switch was pressed, the crowd was instantly detonated, and doubts and angry scolding came from all directions, tightly surrounding Murakami.

In the midst of the noise, Murakami smiled miserably at Qin Zhaoming, his face was pale, and his thin and old face revealed a sense of determination.

The two have known each other for many years, Qin Zhaoming saw that something was wrong with Murakami, grabbed Murakami's hand, and said in a low voice: "Murakami, why are you doing this?" What the hell is going on. ”

Murakami was breaking free from Qin Zhaoming, shook his head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, nothing happened." ”

"The final average score of Huaxia Jiuding is... 8.12 points. The host forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart with good professionalism, and slowly read out the score, but his voice was extremely difficult.

Hearing this disappointing result, the angry audience became even more emotional, and they all picked up the mineral water bottles and other sundries at hand and threw them at the judges' stand, and many people turned down the audience seats, wanting to rush to the stage to beat the initiator. Fortunately, the competition received strong support from the government, and after seeing the large number of participants, a large number of police forces were mobilized, plus the security personnel of the convention and exhibition center itself, and the angry crowd was blocked from the stage.

Not only the people in the audience, but also many judges on the stage and invited celebrities in the blue industry also stood up to accuse Murakami, and more were puzzled and questioned. Orchid is one of the four gentlemen in the flower, and those who love orchid love its shape and fragrance, but they love its god and temperament even more. I don't dare to say that the Ailan people can really do this, but the invisible subtlety will always make people's hearts bright, not to mention the soak in orchids for half a century, and they are highly respected in the orchid world, almost at the level of living fossils.

It's hard to believe, but that's what happened, and Murakami was blowing the "black whistle".

The people who used all the beautiful words to praise Huaxia Jiuding seemed to have been greatly insulted, and Murakami's ears were full of accusations and scolding from his peers, including many friends and respectful juniors for many years.

"Murakami! It's too late for you to change back to the score, don't make a mistake! ”

"Veteran Murakami, did you make a mistake when you were older? Now if you say it, it's still too late, don't let the fame you've built up over the years go to waste! A man in his early thirties was looking at him worriedly.

Murakami recognizes him, he can be regarded as half of his apprentice, he has learned from himself for a while, he is a diligent and studious, very understanding junior, and Murakami also admires him. Hearing the meaning of protection in his words, the embattled Murakami couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, but this only warmth was instantly swallowed up by the boundless chill that came from his right hand and reached his heart.

"One point, that's my score." Murakami's voice sounded, the middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and a sigh sounded on the stage.

Throwing down this sentence, Murakami got up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed deeply to the surging audience, but the audience did not appreciate it, Muraki Masai just kept getting up, a leather shoe flew out of nowhere, and smashed on Murakami's forehead, the latter snorted, his body shook twice, and a big bag quickly bulged up in the middle of the smash, but the people who maintained order in the audience did not seem to see it, and did not have the slightest intention of looking for the shoe thrower.

Murakami didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the table with orchids. Walked to the table, lifted the hem of the kimono, and fell to his knees with a pop.

"Knock, knock, knock." Murakami's face was solemn, and his movements were meticulous and he knocked three times, although the voice was not loud, anyone could see the sincerity in his heart.

Everyone in the Lan Realm on the stage sighed, and no one stepped forward to help.

Qin Zhaoming didn't want to believe that an old friend who had known him for many years would do such a thing, looking at the gray figure kneeling on the ground, Qin Zhaoming turned his back and didn't want to look at it again.

As soon as he turned his head, Qin Zhaoming saw that the eyes of the people behind him were getting wider and wider, and the expressions on their faces were also frozen.

"Masashi Murakami! What are you going to do, stop! An old man on crutches suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and shouted, and walked forward, and the people around him reacted in a similar way, shouting to stop.

"Phew!"

A soft sound came into Qin Zhaoming's ears, who was about to turn around, Qin Zhaoming's pupils shrank suddenly, and the memory of the war buried in his heart for many years was awakened, which was clearly the sound of a sharp weapon inserted into the human body!

Masashi Murakami! Qin Zhaoming turned around abruptly, and saw Murakami holding a dagger in both hands, the dagger was deeply inserted into his right chest, and the blood that leaked out dyed the gray kimono a large dark red color in the blink of an eye.

"Wow!" The scene was full of exclamations, whether it was the audience who tried to rush to the stage or the security personnel who struggled to block it, they all watched all this in amazement, and after the exclamation, the scene fell into dead silence again.

"Murakami!" Everyone on the stage saw a flower in front of them, Qin Zhaoming subconsciously tried his best, rushed to Murakami's side in front of everyone, hugged Murakami who fell to the side softly.

"Brother Qin..."Seeing the person coming clearly, Murakami smiled reluctantly.

"Don't move, don't speak, I'll help you stop the bleeding." Qin Zhaoming's brows were furrowed, and he didn't care about tearing his clothes. With a slight swipe of his right hand, the gray kimono silently parted, revealing the blade underneath.

Murakami had just used almost all his strength, and the dagger was plunged deep into his chest, and the wound was constantly bubbling with blood. Seeing this situation, Qin Zhaoming chuckled in his heart, he knew that this kind of injury was difficult to recover, and it was difficult for even ordinary people to have hope of survival, let alone Murakami, who was over the age of old.

Without thinking too much, Qin Zhaoming stretched out his finger and pointed to several acupuncture points around the wound, not seeking to stop the bleeding, but to slow down the speed of blood flow.

"Brother Qin!" Murakami suddenly grabbed Qin Zhaoming's hand and didn't let him continue to rescue.

"If you have anything to say later, the only thing I ask of you now is to live!"

"Nope." Murakami shook his head slowly, took a breath, and said weakly: "Don't bother, I know my situation, take advantage of still some time, help me." ”

Clearly seeing the firmness in Murakami's eyes, Qin Zhaoming was silent for a moment and then gently helped Murakami up. At this time, everyone had already arrived, and they looked at Murakami with concern. In any case, at the moment when Murakami was plunging the dagger into his heart, most people forgave him for his mistake.

Murakami didn't look at the others, and with Qin Zhaoming's support, he walked tremblingly towards his seat, and the blood quickly soaked through his clothes and flowed down. One step, two steps, bloody footprints appeared on the ground, Murakami's face became more and more pale, but his movements sped up a few points, looking directly at his target.

The photographer on the stage was also stunned by the scene in front of him, and only knew that he subconsciously turned the camera, and Murakami's figure clearly appeared on the big screen.

"Okay, Brother Qin, thank you, let me do it myself." Walking to the judges' bench, Murakami suddenly stopped and let go of Qin Zhaoming with a smile on his face. Looking at his old friend's pale face, Qin Zhaoming felt a pain in his heart, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Murakami reluctantly raised his hand and patted Qin Zhaoming's shoulder, then turned around and walked forward, and in front of him was the score display with a big "1".

"How can it be a point?" Murakami was muttering to himself, a slightly dissatisfied tone, as if he had forgotten that he had scored this score.

Slowly bending down, Murakami's right hand reached out to the wound, and touched the blood flowing from the heart in one hand, like a great painter who wantonly Danqing, using the blood of his heart as ink, carefully sketched a stroke on the bright red "1".

Looking at his work, Murakami smiled with satisfaction, a bright red blood stain on the digital display and the red number perfectly formed a cross.

"I'll give 10 points." Murakami said with a smile as he held the dagger in his right hand and pulled it out with force.

A fountain of blood erupted into the sky, and a gray shadow fell limply to the ground.