The god-level detective who yearns for life

In his slightly surprised gaze, Han Yudong began to pull the bow and play a melodious and beautiful piano sound with an extremely standard posture that was like a master who had been immersed in the violin for decades.

Listening to the incomparably pleasant melody of the piano, Xue Zhiqian suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, and his spirit was suddenly shocked.

The performance level of this violin is many times better than the top domestic violinists I have seen in concerts before.

It's really fascinating!

"No wonder Mr. He said that his violin was very powerful, and it really was something!" Xue Zhiqian sighed secretly in his heart.

And Han Yudong, who was playing the violin, finally sang slowly, and his recognizable faint magnetic voice instantly captured the emotions of everyone present and the audience in the live broadcast room.

It made them immerse themselves in the artistic conception of this song that they had never heard before.

"Wear gorgeous costumes and stand for primitive desires".

"Hold up for the fragile city with a perfect expression."

"I accept you indifferently, and you are sleepy while waiting."

"Like countless models living in the shop window".

The four lyrics of the first paragraph were sung, and the whole mushroom house suddenly couldn't hear even the slightest sound, and everyone was completely immersed in the world of this "model" song.

As a singer-songwriter, Xue Zhiqian is naturally more able to appreciate the emotions in the lyrics and tunes.

After listening to these four lyrics, he seemed to walk to a brightly lit city street, and looked at the model who looked like a dummy standing in the window.

Although the model has breathing, can eat, sleep, and excrete, she is a living person.

But every day he lives a numb life of the walking dead, glamorous on the outside, and withered and rotten on the inside.

She was alive, but she was already dead.

She was dead, but her body was still walking mechanically.

"In modern society, how many such women are living like models in the shop window?" Xue Zhiqian had such a question in his heart.

Then the whole person was swallowed up by the tide of melancholy and compassion, and drifted alone in the song world of "Model".

And the people who heard this song at the same time were Huang Lei and He Jiong, as well as Di Lieba and Du Juan, who just wanted to prepare to come out to breathe.

Listening to the song sung by Han Yudong with an emotional voice, Di Lieba felt that his whole breathing was a little paused, and the emotions in his heart kept surging.

"The mood in this song is so sad, who wrote it?" she thought silently as she covered her slightly hot cheeks with her hands.

Du Juan next to her also had a slightly sluggish expression, thinking of a lot of past events about herself.

On the dazzling catwalk, which is full of tourists, you can walk around it with a numb expression wearing clothes designed by famous costume designers.

The men on both sides of the catwalk stared at the key parts of their bodies with greedy and dirty eyes, like hungry wolves drooling disgusting at the sight of meat.

Although I don't know how other models feel, Du Juan really doesn't like this feeling.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and even after walking off the runway, she occasionally felt nauseous and nauseous.

"So, is the window model in this song me?" Du Juan looked at Han Yudong who was singing with the violin, and her eyes couldn't help but glow.

At this moment, it seems that something has penetrated into the deepest part of my most private heart!

And Han Yudong, who has attracted much attention, does not have as many mood swings as others, he just completely immerses himself in the world of this song.

Then he subconsciously used a lot of singing skills that were very unfamiliar before, and sang to his heart's content.

"What can I see but the lights?"

"What more could I ask for than light".

"Who else can I rely on but you?"

"What is shouting thousands of miles away".

"What do you want to remember in 100 years?"

"Can you see that moment again before leaving".

Then his voice suddenly rose up, raising everyone's emotions as well.

"Remember that your eyes will be bright".

"My arms will be waving".

"Who said that the world has long run out of choices".

"While I will be happy and angry, you will mourn".

"Sing a love song for a few minutes".

"Nothing, at least proof that we are alive".

“......"

Under the singing of a song with his god-level singing skills, all the emotions in it are vividly expressed, vivid, and vivid, as if a moving picture that really unfolds in front of everyone's eyes.

After experiencing such an emotional trip, everything became inexplicably sentimental.

In the entire mushroom house, only the sound of a shallow woman sobbing could be heard, which sounded from time to time.

Han Yudong put down the violin in his hand and looked at the place where the sobbing sound was made, and a slight discoloration appeared in his eyes.

"Du Juan~ She actually cried!".

"Does this song say that it is similar to her experience?"

He was mentally guessing a little, and suddenly heard Di Lieba on the second floor say to him in an excited and admiring tone: "I didn't expect Yudong to sing such a good song, it's really amazing!".