Criminal Psychology

Private home recording studios are of course different from regular recording studios, but Song Shengsheng's income is not bad and he can afford good equipment. Therefore, although this recording studio is not large, it is actually full of everything.

There is a thick layer of carpet on the ground. The walls are professionally soundproofed and covered with a muffler sponge. Because of the need for a quiet relationship, there are no windows in the recording room. A wall separates the recording room into two parts, the inside and the outside.

The air here is cloudy, and the ground outside is full of things that the dynasty just knocked over. These are two chairs and some large musical instruments stacked outside, which seem to be scattered and seem to have no use value.

The outer room therefore looks extremely chaotic, and it is far from Song Shengsheng's clean and tidy living room and bedroom. For nine years, the smoke here is still lingering. There are still some obvious beats on the walls and the floor after hitting musical instruments or heavy objects. Traces left.

Lin Chen retracted her gaze from the wall and looked through the glass windows on the inner and outer partition walls.

The situation between the inside and the outside is completely different. The radio room inside is very clean and tidy, even the microphone stand in the corner. The music stands are neatly arranged in a row.

Xun Lian nodded to him, twisted his handle and walked into the room.

Lin Chen was still standing outside. He turned around and continued to observe the entire recording studio. Finally, his eyes fell on the back wall of the recording studio.

There are two award-like things hanging in the frame on the back wall, and in the corner next to the frame, there are two dark gray semi-opening lockers.

The locker was about one person tall, and there were several baskets in the lower part of the place without the door covering. Lin Chen walked over and moved one out.

He found that the basket was filled with small musical instruments, such as sand hammers and triangle irons. Each basket also had corresponding labels. Although the time passed, the instruments were dusty, the labels faded, and the writing was blurred. Qing, but he can still feel Song Shengsheng's careful attitude towards these fragmented instruments.

Then he looked back at the pile of things in the corner of the room.

Whether it ’s a broken guitar there, a worn out bass, or even things like drum parts, those big musical instruments are thrown away at random in the corner, as if the sound of Song suddenly appeared a personality split, creating two distinct Different characters.

Lin Chen put the basket back in place, stood up and opened the cabinet door.

The moment he opened the door, he rested his hand on the door and stood still for a long time.

He thought he probably found what he was looking for.

In fact, this is not true, because what he wants is not in this door.

Footsteps rang from the inside out and stopped beside him. Lin Chen felt a hand resting on his shoulder.

Xun Lian didn't say anything. He just put on his gloves, gently brushed the dividing line inside the cabinet, and said, "Brother Lu Xu, took a lot of CDs from here?"

"should be."

Lin Chen said lightly.

There were three layers of cds neatly arranged in the cabinet door in front of them, and Lin Chen's gaze moved to the lowest level, where it was empty.

People with a lot of books in the home should understand that when a cabinet is filled with books for a long time and suddenly emptied, the place where the book was left will be significantly brighter than other places, so the sentence of the light from the sentence is the junction of light and darkness line.

The lowest level of cd is obviously cleaned up, so the person who did this should be the brother of Lu Xu.

Xing Conglian's fingers fell on a label placed on the side of the cabinet door, and he whispered: "2003 to ..."

There is nothing after "to", because nothing is written on the label.

"2003-2007." Lin Chen went on.

After he finished speaking, he took a disc from the top layer and opened it. The label on the CD said "2000.1.3, snow, garbage."

"Dynasty?" Lin Chen shouted, turning his head softly.

"Yes!" The young man stood upright and yelled.

"Can you put this disc on?" Lin Chen handed it over.

The dynasty slammed his fingers, and he tossed Song's equipment for a while, and the singing voice immediately flowed out of the pair of high-end stereos.

Although the sound of the song flowing out of the stereo was so distant, but Lin Chen heard it at the instant of confirmation that it was Song of Song Shengsheng.

After all, Song Shengsheng's voice is so personal.

Of course, Li Jingtian's song is also well sung, but it is not enough to read in front of Song Shengsheng. I don't know if it is temperament or something else, which makes the difference between people and clouds.

Although in this CD, Song Shengsheng just seemed to hum something casually, but when his voice appeared, it seemed to light up the entire room.

This analogy sounds a bit exaggerated, but at the moment when the singing voice was in my ears, Lin Chen suddenly felt very happy, as if all sadness and melancholy nostalgia had been erased, leaving only pure joy.

Listening to Song Sheng humming the background music, Lin Chen looked again at the dark gray cabinet in front of her.

If the CD contains Song Shengsheng songs, then the three-layer cabinet should be a sample of music or other music materials that Song Shengsheng has made within five years, and because the owner suddenly entered the prison, so There is no year after "2003-".

So in 2007, it should be the incomplete time on the label.

If ten years ago, this cabinet was probably a treasure cherished by fans. Singers and musicians might be fighting for any song in this cabinet.

Today, ten years later, this cabinet CD is worthless. Probably no one would look at these demos except for those fans who are still playing cards in Song Shengsheng's personal station.

Those neat plastic cd cases shone under the light, and the contents of the box may be rare or worthless. The value of music depends on the reputation of Song Shengsheng himself. Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt that this was a bit ridiculous. .

"The company CA sent someone to take away the samples collected by Song Shengsheng, but not all of them were taken away, and some were left, why?" Xun Conglian said.

Lin Chen replied: "Of course there are many reasons, such as taking these samples, they can use Song Shengsheng's music for another person's name and reuse it, of course for commercial purposes; but it is also possible that Song Shengsheng's samples What unspeakable content was recorded, so that when CA found it, it had to send someone to steal it. "

"I don't understand!" Said the dynasty.

"It's normal that you don't understand, because I don't understand very well." Lin Chen took a deep breath.

Perhaps because the singing of the dust was soothing, Lin Chen closed his eyes involuntarily, and his voice slowly appeared in his mind, and he began to imagine his wandering in this recording studio.

Song Shengsheng sometimes leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window in his room to write songs. If he felt that his new writing was very powerful, he might rush into the recording studio in a pajama to make a demo. Sometimes he was writing and was not satisfied, and then he Will turn on a table lamp and take a pen to make some changes on the score. The most satisfying or most commercial value will be included in the album to meet fans, and the rest of the music will be thrown in this cabinet. , Beyond the Pavilion.

Occasionally, in a very special time, he will also take out the cd in the cabinet and listen to it, and then leave it alone for a long time. This kind of Song Sheng is a fan that the fans will never see but is absolutely real. .

Song Shengsheng ...

Lin Chen thought, if music can really guide something, then you need to make these wonderful music, tell me, what exactly am I looking for, and how can I solve the case for you, please tell me.

At that moment, the recording room suddenly became quiet, there was no sound, the vocals stopped, and the singing stopped.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, the blue fluorescent word on the player was still jumping, and the cd was still playing. This demo was not over.

Then, he heard the sound of opening and closing the door. Someone came into this room and was talking with Song Shengsheng about something like tomorrow's schedule. Song Shengsheng was a little bit angry. He said that he was recording and let the other party roll. After the other party was sorry, Leaving again.

The person who entered was probably Song Shengsheng's agent ...

Then there was a long blank sound. The sound of opening and closing the door sounded. Song Sheng went out of the radio room and took something outside. After some fine tuning, the pleasant guitar sounded. Song started to accompany himself and continued to hum the previous That piece of music.

After that, there was a more pleasant piece of music, which was already something similar to the song, in short Lin Chen couldn't hear the difference.

With Song Song's song, he looked again at the pile of tattered instruments in the corner.

Those shabby instruments were extremely dimly lit.

Lin Chen suddenly wanted to understand something. He stiffly looked for the dynasty figure in the room, and then said with some difficulty: "Did the media that you arranged for me ever report the news that Li Jingtian visited the Song Shengsheng family?"

"I ... I don't seem to have seen such reports ... but ..." Wang Chao paused, looking reticent.

"But what?"

"In this large community, there were many artists under the CA company, and CA's employee apartments are also here, including the dormitories of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo."

"So Li Jingtian was very likely to be in and out of Song Shengsheng's apartment, and it wasn't suspicion, was he?"

The dynasty nodded strongly.

Lin Chen leaned back, supported the mixer, and looked through the glass.

There is a whole piece of clean wood-colored floor, and the microphone stands side by side. In addition, it is clean and free of fiber dust ...

Tracing this case up to now, Lin Chen suddenly had the urge to not continue anymore, and he was really crazy to **** him.

"what happened?"

Xun Lian noticed his anomaly in an instant and pressed it on his hand, as if reassuring.

"Dynasty." Lin Chen controlled for a long time before she let her voice tremble too much.

"Brother Achen, what do you want, you say."

"Bring your computer in and play a song."

"What song is it?"

"Last night, the song we listened to in the car, Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sang that song, what illi's most classic song."

The dynasty dynasty is unknown at the moment.

Xing Cong shouted at him: "Come on!"

The young people came and went like the wind, and Song Shengsheng's singing sounded in the middle. After a while, the voices of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sounded.

Mu Zhuo sang Li Jingtian's accompaniment to him, the song was melodious and gentle, so after dozens of seconds, the genre suddenly turned, unbearable screams sounded, painful, depressed, desperate, that It is the most real scream, and it is no longer believed that there will be any bright screams in the world. There are men, women, old and young in those screams. They are mixed together as if all the malicious in the world are in Instantly poured out, except pain only pain.

The tears in Lin Chen's eyes fell at that moment.

"what happened?"

Lin Chen felt someone rubbing his cheek with his fingertips, and looked up to see the dark green eyes of Xun Conglian.

He said: "These screams have a voice that belongs to Song Sheng, and Li Jingtian has mixed Song's scream into his song and let it be heard by the whole world."