Criminal Psychology

Private home recording studios are of course different from regular recording studios, but Song Shengsheng has a decent income and can afford good equipment, so although this recording studio is not big, it actually has all the internal organs.

The floor is covered with a thick layer of carpet, and the walls have been professionally sound-proofed, covered with sound-absorbing sponges. Because of the need for quietness, there are no windows in the recording room, and a wall separates the recording room into two parts, the inside and the outside.

The air here is turbid, and the ground outside is full of things that Dynasty knocked down just now. Those are two chairs and some large musical instruments stacked outside.

As a result, the outside room looked extremely chaotic, and it was far from Song Shengsheng's clean and tidy living room and bedroom. Nine years later, the smell of cigarettes was still lingering here, and there were some obvious signs of broken instruments or heavy objects on the walls and floors. left traces.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze from the wall, and looked inside through the glass window on the wall separating the inside and outside.

The situation inside the room is completely different from the outside room. 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.

Xing Conglian nodded to him, twisted the 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-looking things hanging in the picture frame on the back wall, and in the corner next to the picture frame, there are two dark gray semi-open lockers.

The locker is about the height of a person, and there are several baskets in the lower part where there is no door to cover it. Lin Chen walked over and moved one of them out.

He found that there were small musical instruments in the baskets, such as maracas and triangle irons, and there were corresponding labels on each basket. Clear, but he can still feel Song Shengsheng's meticulous attitude towards these fragmented instruments.

Then, he looked at the things piled up in the corner of the room again.

Whether it is the broken guitar, the old bass, or even drum kit parts, those large instruments are thrown in the corner casually, as if Song Shengsheng suddenly had a split personality, producing two completely different personalities. different personalities.

Lin Chen put the basket back to its original position, stood up, and opened the cupboard door.

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

He thought he probably found what he was looking for.

In fact, it is not right to say that, because what he wants is not in this door.

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

Xing Conglian didn't say anything, he just put on his gloves, gently brushed the dividing line in the cabinet, and said, "Brother Lu Xu, took a lot of CDs from here?"

"should be."

Lin Chen spoke lightly.

There were three layers of CDs neatly stacked in the cabinet door in front of them. Lin Chen's eyes moved to the bottom layer, which was empty.

Those who have a lot of books at home should understand that when a cabinet is suddenly emptied after being filled with books for a long time, the place where the books are left will be obviously brighter than other places, so what Xing Conglian brushes over is such a boundary between light and dark Wire.

The CDs on the bottom floor were obviously cleaned up, so the person who did this should be Lu Xu's eldest brother.

Xing Conglian's finger fell on the label on the side of the cabinet door, and he read softly: "From 2003 to..."

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

"2003-2007." Lin Chen continued.

After he finished speaking, he took a CD from the top floor and opened it. The label inside the CD read "2000.1.3, snow, garbage."

"Dynasty?" Lin Chen turned his head and shouted softly.

"Here!" The young man stood up abruptly and shouted in response.

"Can you put this plate down?" Lin Chen handed it over.

Wang Chao snapped his fingers, and he fiddled with Song Shengsheng's equipment for a while, and the singing voice immediately flowed from the pair of high-end speakers.

Although the singing voice flowing from the speaker was so distant and ethereal, Lin Chen still confirmed that it was Song Shengsheng's song the moment he heard it.

After all, Song Shengsheng's voice is really unique.

Of course Li Jingtian sang very well, but in front of Song Shengsheng, it was not enough. I don't know if it was temperament or something else that made the difference between people.

Although in this CD, Song Shengsheng seemed to be humming casually, but the moment his voice appeared, it seemed to light up the whole room.

This kind of metaphor sounds a bit exaggerated, but the moment the singing came into his ears, Lin Chen suddenly felt very happy, as if all the sadness, melancholy and nostalgia had been erased, leaving only pure joy.

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

If the CD contained songs from Song Shengsheng, then the three-story cabinets should contain music demos or other music materials that Song Shengsheng had made in the past five years. After "2003-" there is no year.

So 2007 should be the unfilled time on the label.

If ten years ago, the things in this cabinet were probably the treasures that fans flocked to, singers and musicians might fight for any song in this cabinet.

But today, ten years later, the CDs in this cabinet are worthless. Except for those fans who are still checking in on Song Shengsheng's personal website, no one will take a second look at these demos.

Those neat plastic CD cases are shining under the light, and the things in the boxes may be rare treasures or worthless, and the value of the music depends entirely on the reputation of Song Shengsheng himself. Thinking of this, Lin Chen feels that this is still a bit ridiculous .

"CA company sent people to take away the samples collected by Song Shengsheng, but they didn't take all of them, but kept some. Why?" Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen replied: "Of course there are many reasons. For example, if they take away these demos, they can replace the music made by Song Shengsheng with someone else's name. Of course, this is for business; but it is also possible that Song Shengsheng's music in these demos What unspeakable content was recorded, so that after the CA company found out, it had to send someone to steal it."

"I don't understand!" Dynasty said.

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

Maybe it was because the singing voice drifting with the dust was too soothing, Lin Chen couldn't help closing his eyes, and the image of Song Shengsheng slowly appeared in his mind, and he began to imagine his wandering in this recording studio.

Song Shengsheng sometimes leans in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room to write songs. If he feels that his new writing is very good, he may directly rush into the recording studio in his pajamas to make a demo. Sometimes he feels dissatisfied with his writing, and then he He will turn on a desk lamp and take a pen to make some revisions on the score. Among them, the things that satisfy him or have the most commercial value will be included in the album to meet fans, and the rest of the music will be thrown in this cabinet by him. , Shelved.

Occasionally, at very special times, he will take out the CDs in the cabinet to listen to, and then ignore these things for a long time. This kind of Song Shengsheng is an absolutely real him that fans will never see. .

Song Shengsheng...

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

At that moment, the recording room suddenly fell silent, there was no sound, the vocals stopped, and the singing also stopped.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, the blue fluorescent characters on the player were still jumping, the CD was still playing, the demo was not over yet.

Then, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Someone walked into the room and told Song Shengsheng something about tomorrow's schedule. leave again.

The person who walked in was probably Song Shengsheng's manager...

Then there was another long blank sound, the sound of opening and closing the door sounded, Song Shengsheng walked out of the radio room and took something outside, after some subtle tuning sounds, the melodious guitar sound sounded, Song Shengsheng began to accompany himself, and continued to hum the previous song that tune.

After that, there was a more beautiful piece of music, which was already similar to a finished piece of music, anyway, Lin Chen couldn't tell the difference.

Accompanied by Song Shengsheng's song, he once again looked at the pile of broken musical instruments in the corner.

Those old musical instruments cast a very dim light.

Lin Chen suddenly understood something. He searched the room stiffly for Wang Chao, and then said with some difficulty: "Among the materials you compiled for me, is there any news about Li Jingtian's visit to Song Shengsheng's house?"

"I...I don't seem to have read such reports...but..." Wang Chao paused, looking hesitant to speak.

"But what?"

"This large community used to house many artists under the CA company, and CA's staff apartments are also here, including the dormitories of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo."

"So it is very likely that Li Jingtian often went to Song Shengsheng's apartment back then, which is not suspicious, right?"

Dynasty nodded vigorously.

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

There is a whole piece of clean log-colored floor, and the microphone stands beside it, other than that it is clean and not stained with dust...

After investigating this case until now, Lin Chen suddenly had the urge not to continue, he was really going crazy.

"what happened?"

Xing Conglian instantly noticed his abnormality, and pressed his hand, as if relieved.

"Dynasty." Lin Chen controlled it for a long time so as not to let his voice tremble too much.

"Brother Chen, tell me what you want."

"Bring in your computer and play a song."

"What song is it?"

"Last night, the song we listened to in the car, the song sung by Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo, what is the most classic song by illi."

Wang Chao was stunned and didn't know why.

Xing Conglian yelled at him: "Go!"

Young people came and went like the wind, Song Shengsheng's singing suddenly fell in the middle, and after a while, the voices of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sounded.

Mu Zhuo was singing in a low voice and Li Jingtian was accompanying him, the melody was melodious and melodious. After tens of seconds, the style of the song suddenly changed, and an unbearable scream sounded, painful, depressing, and desperate. It is the most realistic scream, and it makes people no longer believe that there are any bright screams in the world. There are men, women, old and young in those screams, and they mix together as if all the malice in the world It poured out in an instant, nothing but pain.

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

"what happened?"

Lin Chen felt someone brush his cheek lightly with his fingertips, he looked up and saw Xing Conglian's worried dark green eyes.

He said: "Among these screams, there is the voice of Song Shengsheng. Li Jingtian mixed Song Shengsheng's screams into his own song and played it for the whole world to hear."