The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

— humming.

"Hello?" Toru Amuro glanced at the screen and picked up the phone, "The case is solved?"

"Solved, how is that guy doing?" Matsuda Jinping asked.

"He fell asleep." Although he was forced to fall asleep, the culprit Toru Amuro did not feel guilty at all, "His condition is not serious, and he will be alive and kicking after a short rest. What do you want from me?"

Matsuda Jinpei should be in the deceased's room now, on the same floor, and the other party's affairs are over.

If you are worried about Qiu Zeyao's situation, you can spend a minute walking over by yourself, there is no need to call him extravagantly.

Sure enough, Matsuda Jinhei smiled inexplicably, and said, "I remember you played the bass well, right?"

Toru Amuro's bass is still due to Zhu Fujingguang, and it has been more than ten years.

The current level is estimated to be comparable to that of the 25-year-old Zhu Fu Jingguang. Matsuda Zhenping suddenly asked this question, thinking in his heart, and humbly replied: "I just understand a little bit."

There was a noisy sound from the other end of the phone, and it was vaguely discernible that a few unknown people were talking, and the specific content could not be heard clearly.

Matsuda Jinpei: "Anyway, you come here first, and I will tell you the details in person."

When the other party hung up the phone, Toru Amuro frowned, and the tone of the other party almost directly expressed his malicious intentions. Based on his understanding of Matsuda Jinpei, he knew that there was definitely something wrong with the hair of his hair.But what will have a relationship with Bess?

He vaguely had a bad premonition.

He guessed here that the atmosphere in the deceased's room was extremely gloomy.

The young man with pigtails and letters tattooed on his face looked heavy and indignant: "This is our last performance, if we let such low-level guys come on stage casually, we might as well disband now!"

"Well, Ah Jin just attaches too much importance to this performance, and the words are not appropriate..." The pink-streaked woman smoothed things over for him.

Ah Jin clenched his fists tightly, the young man with red long hair patted him on the shoulder, smiled wryly and looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was leaning loosely on the load-bearing wall: "I am very grateful to Officer Matsuda for his kindness, but like Ah Jin That’s right. Although it’s not reconciled to end like this, but compared to this, we don’t accept flaws in a well-prepared performance.”

Matsuda spread his hands flatly: "I don't care, isn't that what you just said? The contract has been signed. If you cancel the performance, you will have to pay liquidated damages, but you have no money, so I kindly found someone to help you."

The three of them froze for a moment, and turned their heads to look at the short-haired girl in the back. The latter folded her arms and blew a bubble slowly. The chewing gum broke and stuck to her face, and she rolled her tongue into her mouth, "Look at me, what are you doing?" I'm just telling the truth, it's great to pursue ideals. But the premise is that you have money, and you are stupid if you don't have money."

Seeing the different expressions of the three of them, she curled her lips, "Forget it, anyway, if you persist until then, I will be happy to relax. I was kind enough to help out of the original love."

Matsuda Jinping snorted and clapped his hands: "So this kind of idea is not in harmony. It is indeed a problem whether to have ideals or to eat. No wonder you will be reduced to the point where you want to disband."

"Zhen Ping..." Yi Dahang was a little helpless, his old classmate was good in everything, but he spoke very straight.

Three of the other four people present were the members of the TG group that they saw in the restaurant on the top floor at noon. The lady chewing gum was their previous lead singer and guitarist. The current lead singer is this time of victims.

So at the beginning, the most suspected person was undoubtedly the former lead singer, but later it was confirmed that it was just framed. The real murderer was the bass player in the band. That being said, it seems that they are very dissatisfied with both relationships.Therefore, he did not hesitate to kill his current girlfriend and then frame his ex-girlfriend to achieve the goal of killing two birds with one stone.

As a result, the car overturned.

This situation was completely speechless, the bass player tried to escape after seeing the incident, Matsuda Jinpei directly punched the scumbag, making him unable to recover.

happy...

So the band encountered another problem, which was the performance tomorrow night.

The lead singer's words were easy to handle, but the bass player and the others couldn't find anyone else for a while.

What's more, this performance is the last time their band will be on stage.They chose the place where TG performed for the first time for the curtain call, and with the intention of starting well and ending well, they announced their disbandment after the performance.

The originally good plan turned into such an embarrassing situation because of the bass player.

Ajin and the three of them turned red and white, embarrassed and speechless.

The red-haired guitarist tries to save face: "We...we're still very popular, we've been asked to perform by a lot of people."

The former lead singer sneered: "Yeah, regardless of pay, as long as you can go on stage, the level is not too bad. Who doesn't like philanthropists?"

Keyboardist A Jin poked his neck, "Our dream is to let everyone hear our music!"

The former lead singer: "It sounds good, but the price is too high and no one wants to let you on stage, and you don't want to go to the streets or bars, because you feel that you are not worthy of your status as a great musician."

"Wow..." Matsuda Jinpei turned to Itahang, and whispered to himself, "So it's a fake Qing Gao, I thought—— oh! Why are you filming me, monitor?"

Itahang is almost turning into a dead fish eye: "Let's take a look at the atmosphere once in a while, it's flat."

Didn't you see that the faces of those people couldn't bear it?

Now that he's come to think of it, what the other party said before is probably just pretending, waiting for the two of them to persuade, and then reluctantly agrees, showing a helpless attitude.

That's why when the police wanted to take them to take a record, they declined and said that they would wait a few days before going there. It was inconvenient and busy now. I guess they had already made plans to stick to the performance no matter what.

The old bottom was completely blown away, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro finally arrived. He knocked on the door, and when he saw the three people, he suddenly realized, "The deceased is the lead singer of their group."

He still remembered the faces on the billboard, and after comparing them one by one, he raised his eyebrows, "The prisoner is a bass player, that's why he asked me if I can play bass."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded indifferently and said, "Yeah, I wanted to help them out of good intentions, but they said they didn't want bad guys to tarnish their performance, so it's still—"

"Please help us!" The guitarist slid and knelt in front of Toru Amuro on the spot, and held his hand with lightning speed, with a sincere expression, "Or are you interested in the band? We are short of you. Great bass player to join!"

Toru Amuro:  …

He glanced at Matsuda Jinpei in confusion, who had already turned his head and was shaking with laughter while holding Itako's shoulder.

Toru Amuro said politely, "No, I don't have any special interest in music, so I can only live up to your great love."

"Then at least tomorrow's performance, please help us!"

Amuro took a step back without any trace, and his smile remained unchanged: "It's better to think carefully about such an important matter as the performance. After all, I'm just an amateur."

"Pa..." The former lead singer blew another bubble, "It's enough that your face is not amateurish."

Now the audience's pursuit of handsome guys is terrifying. As long as they are handsome enough, even if they fail to sing and dance rap, they can still become popular. If there is anyone in TG who is more handsome, they will not be mixed up to this point.

The three of them didn't react when they were exposed, they probably broke the pot, and looked at Toru Amuro with burning eyes, "That's right, if there is another way out, who would want to disband! Although we are hypocritical, our love for music is serious! "

Otherwise, I would not be able to do charity. I have been doing it for three years, at least the original intention has not changed, and it is considered very powerful in a certain sense.

Matsuda Jinping laughed enough, and coughed: "If you want to go to your face, you'd better give up. My friend doesn't like to show his face in public. Even if I help you perform, it's limited to technical support."

Toru Amuro nodded under their proving gazes: "Indeed."

The three of them suddenly became depressed.The guitarist tried to struggle: "Is it really not possible? At that time, many people will like you, and you will become popular immediately, and you will get fame and money."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Toru Amuro flatly refused. He had no intention of agreeing to perform on stage. "I have nothing else to say, so I'll take my leave first."

The guitarist subconsciously persuaded him to stay, "Wait a minute!"

The pink-streaked drummer said, "Can you try playing this sheet music?"

Let's put aside whether to dissolve or not, the top priority is to complete tomorrow night's performance.Otherwise, the three of them would be in debt and eat dirt.

It doesn't require the opponent's level to be high, as long as he doesn't make mistakes and can keep up with the rhythm and play the whole song is enough.

Of course Toru Amuro refused, and said bluntly: "My level is only fair, why don't you ask others, there will always be more suitable candidates on such a big island."

The guitarist smiled bitterly: "But time is running out, and even if you find someone who can play, it won't be of much help if you are not good at it. Those who are good... Our group is only a little famous, let alone soon It's about to disband, the other party has no reason to help, and..."

A Jin, the keyboard player, said: "We have no money to pay for it."

Their level can only be considered medium, and the five of them have cooperated for so long to have a tacit understanding. If they join strangers rashly, if the other party's level is similar to theirs, it may be worse, and the rhythm disorder is considered good. Their level is higher than theirs, and they can stabilize The people who lead them through the situation obviously don't help for free.

Rather than looking for it now, it is better to seize the moment and start practicing as soon as possible.

So just treat him as free labor.

Toru Amuro was speechless, and Matsuda Jinhei hooked his neck and pulled him aside, and whispered to each other, "Really not? I think it's quite interesting."

Amuro Toru: "You guys just want to see my jokes."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't admit it at all: "How is it possible, I really sympathize with what happened to them. And we have arranged a good performance tomorrow night. We have been looking forward to it for so long. In the end, no matter if it is canceled or they barely appear on stage, they will be disappointed. "

"Expectation?" Amuro revealed dead fish eyes, "Why don't I know who is looking forward to it?"

Matsuda said loudly, "I am."

Amuro Toru made a gesture to leave, but was pulled back by him, Matsuda Jinping said: "Well, I feel that A is quite looking forward to it, and so is Yang Xi, the two of them have seen the promotional board several times."

Amuro showed a thoughtful expression, Mr. A was sitting next to him, he didn't stare all the time so he was not sure.But Yoshiaki Akizawa on the opposite side seems to have seen it.

Matsuda Jinping let go of his arms, and Toru Amuro was able to straighten his waist. He looked back at the three of them who looked nervous, and pondered for a moment: "Please show me the score, and the bass, please give me too."

"Eh? Oh, oh, okay!" The keyboard player hurried to the bass player's room.

Toru Amuro took a few glances at the sheet music handed over by the drummer, and put it aside casually. He quickly entered the state, and played the first note after simply adapting to the feel.

The blond young man lowered his eyes, and a deep, bright, warm, gentle, jumping and powerful tone jumped out from the opponent's fingertips. The 8/8 beat was steady and accurate. He began to use some techniques at the end, muting the strings, Palm muting, slaps, and slides are used for thumb plucking, but later played succinctly, with few phrases more complex than eighth notes.However, using ingenious rests and staccatos, the sense of rhythm of the performance increases rather than decreases.

He only memorized and played a section, and looked up at the four people with blank expressions: "I'm not very good at grasping the melody and rhythm. If I really want to go on stage as a member of the band, I need to practice more coordination as a whole." , what do you guys think?"

The lead singer shrugged and said first, "No objection."

The other three also recovered their senses and nodded.

"Know a little bit?"

"Amateur?"

"The level is only fair?"

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw each other's despair.

They actually believed it, too modest hey!If the bass player who was just taken away has this level, they can laugh in their dreams, okay?

The guitarist knelt down again, with tears in his eyes: "Do you really have no intention of joining the band?"

Amuro smiled slightly: "Sorry, really not."