It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

Zhou Zhuo's sudden question seemed to disrupt Liu Zhixing's thinking rhythm, and his answer was a little flustered: "I...I don't want to say it."

"Don't want to say it, or dare not say it?" Zhou Zhuo approached Liu Zhixing, staring into his eyes.

A forensic doctor is not a policeman. Zhou Zhuo has only studied trace inspection and knows nothing about interrogation. However, given the superiority of innate force, this kind of thing does not require any talent...

"Why should I tell you this kind of thing? I said, I don't need your help. If you are really as kind as you said, please leave my practice room and don't disturb my practice, okay?"

"What if I must help you?"

Zhou Zhuo's tone was calm, but speaking such arrogant words in a peaceful tone would give people a strong sense of absurdity. Liu Zhixing took a step back with a frightened expression.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Ah, the live broadcast phone is facing you. Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. How could I do anything to you?"

Zhou Zhuo approached step by step, putting his hands outside the zipper of his backpack.

"No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a good person!"

The overly nervous Liu Zhixing stepped back behind the piano, his eyes kept scanning Zhou Zhuo's hidden hand, for fear that he would suddenly draw out some weapon.

"Bad people won't be so enthusiastic to help, tell your troubles, I will solve them for you, isn't that good?"

Zhou Zhuo came to the piano and maintained an appropriate pressure.

"You can't solve it!" Liu Zhixing shouted from the air.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try? You are resisting, and the reason for your resistance is fear. Are you afraid of retaliation? No, that's not the case. If you were really worried about retaliation, you wouldn't be practicing here with your injuries. Instead, find a place to hide."

"So my guess is that you are afraid that we will learn some secrets about you when we make contact. What secrets can an injured person have? The problem should be the injury."

Zhou Zhuo was still approaching step by step, and the two sides began to circle around the piano centered on the king of Qin. Seeing that the group of tool men could not fight, they were happy to let Zhou Zhuo play. Lin slowly picked up his mobile phone and became a cameraman...

"Judging from the degree of deformity of the arm, the blow when the keyboard cover fell must have been heavy, causing the bones to break, but in comparison, the flesh injuries on both sides of the inner side of the arm seemed too light."

Thinking about it this way, the reason why Liu Zhixing hid his arm by his side became much clearer. Zhou Zhuo's observation ability allowed him to completely remember the shape of the wound, and it soon appeared before his eyes.

"Judging from the shape of the wound, it is true that someone pulled your arm out from under the pressed keyboard cover, causing a seemingly serious abrasion, but it is actually not as serious as imagined, and only hurt a little distance inside the epidermis. This is evident in the blood splatter and traces of skin tissue residue on the inside of the keyboard cover."

Zhou Zhuo opened the keyboard cover in front of Liu Zhixing, and pointed upwards, the blood remained only on the edge of the hurdle.

"If the speed is fast and the force is great, the distance of the blood spatter will be farther than this." Lin slowly said, "This mark looks very slow, and it doesn't match the heavy blow that created a bone fracture."

"Of course, you have to take into account that the other party is vicious and deliberately slowly pulled out your hand, but the degree of the wound does not match. In addition, the distance between the left handprint on the lacquered surface of the keyboard cover is exactly one shoulder width away, so it is not difficult. come to a conclusion..."

Zhou Zhuo pressed one hand on the piano, turned over and came to the opposite side, grabbed Liu Zhixing's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "You hurt yourself like this? What's the reason?"

"You, you nonsense! Why do you and I deliberately destroy our own future?"

Liu Zhixing turned pale with fright, and wanted to run away, but found that his body was restrained by an invisible force, because at the moment of touching, Zhou Zhuo had left a curse mark on his shoulder with the hunter's finger.

"Huh? Why does this sentence sound a bit strange?"

Zhou Zhuo let go of his hand, paced backwards, propped his hand on the wall and turned his head, with indescribable mischief and indifference in his eyes.

"Injuries are injuries. Most people don't attribute their injuries to their future. Even if they can't work because of injuries, in the current medical environment, it doesn't mean that they can't do the fine work they used to. It's just a fracture. It can be cured, but you don't seem to know this."

Liu Zhixing's flustered expression and dodging eyes have revealed his inner thoughts. This person is really as pure as Muzi said, his mind is full of piano, and he doesn't think about other things at all, not even the most basic lie. meeting.

"So if you think about it with the previous information, it's not hard to see that what you said in a panic is exactly what you really think. You think that your arm will be broken by the keyboard cover and your career will be over, so you do it .”

"However, there are many pianists whose fingers were broken in history, and they were still able to engage in performance work after being cured. When I pointed this out, you were very nervous, and your character, which was obviously a good old man, was rarely a little bit aggressive. It shows that You don't think about it at all and care a lot."

"Why do you care? Because you did this on purpose, and you don't want your arm to be healed. As you have shown before, that is not resisting strangers, but your true thoughts that are unintentionally revealed."

"In this case, the suspect and the victim are the same person, so we are enthusiastic to help the group. As for the reason, I am afraid I will let you explain it yourself."

Zhou Zhuo lifted the curse of the hunter's fingers, and took Lin Slowly and his party to sit in the front row of the music classroom.

"We met by chance, there is no reason to force you to say what you hate, you can continue to practice, we will be a passing audience, after listening to your final curtain call performance, let's just say goodbye, is there any problem?"

Liu Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then became silent, neither nodded nor refused, got out from behind the piano, sat down on the piano bench, and knocked out the first note of "Curtain Call Performance" with his healthy left hand.

The piece he chose this time was Beethoven's Symphony No. [-] in C minor, also known as Destiny.

Chapter 222

After the sound of the piano sounded, it was rare that even a person like Zhou Zhuo who couldn't sit still stopped his voice, honestly doing his duty as a listener.

There are sufferings, failures, and misfortunes in life, as well as joys, successes, and hopes. This is called destiny.

Although Muzi failed to learn the piano, he remembered quite a few famous pieces, so he lowered his voice and gave them a brief explanation.

"The Symphony of Destiny has four movements, and now it is the first movement, called 'The Knock of Fate'. It starts from a weak crescendo and enters the second theme after the horn part."

Although none of the people here are knowledgeable, they still have the simplest appreciation ability. The same piece of music will show completely different styles in the hands of different people, and the piano solo adapted by Liu Zhixing is even more unique. one frame.

He mainly shows off his skills, and he arranges the rhythm and fingering faster than ordinary tunes. He retains the most classic concerto part, but it also perfectly reflects the style of each movement, even ordinary people can hear it Especially wonderful place.

With Muzi's introduction, the music quickly passed through the turbulent, cruel and dark second movement, broke through the storm of fate, and the rhythm became slow and sad. The crisis finally broke out, and a fierce fight broke out with the pianist.

Just when Zhou Zhuo and others were waiting eagerly for the counterattack and victory cheers of the fourth movement, the music came to an abrupt end, just like the black key etude just now.

Is it because only three movements were arranged, or did he just want to play it so far?

In any case, Liu Zhixing did fulfill his promise, as if he was ashamed of his own failure, he did not get up to call the curtain, but sat down in front of the piano with his head down, and remained silent.

At the same time, the closed window of the music classroom was suddenly opened with a bang, and a strong wind poured in from the window, bringing in fresh air and blowing a crumpled newspaper in front of Zhou Zhuo.

He reached out to take down the newspaper, and unfolded it on the table. It was a local newspaper in the county, and the front page of the headline was a photo of Liu Zhixing.

At that time, he was high-spirited and high-spirited, and he was completely different from Liu Zhixing, who was depressed and inferior now, who dared not even look at others.

On the contrary, Muzi was the most curious among the group of people. He was the first to read the introduction of the large-type news headline: A generation of piano prodigy was swept away by school violence and broke his wings?In fact, it is a lie of "hurting Zhongyong".

Zhou Zhuo read along the exaggerated title, and quickly understood the cause, process and result of the whole incident.

As they knew, Liu Zhixing used to be a very famous piano prodigy in the county. He was gifted with extraordinary talent since he was a child. He was also selected by a famous teacher and accepted as a closed disciple.

It is said that the admissions office of the Curtis Institute of Music, known as the "cradle of soloists", once extended an olive branch to him, intending to invite Liu Zhixing to take the test. If he passes the test, he can break the rule that he must be admitted at the age of 18, and communicate with people from all over the world in advance. Geniuses study together.

Such a genius will attract attention no matter where he goes. Studying abroad is already a doomed plan, but before that, Liu Zhixing still needs to complete the established middle and high school colleges. For this reason, many local schools have begun to compete for this special talent. students, among which Linghua Secondary School won the first place.

However, shortly after entering school, Liu Zhixing was exposed to a series of problems. He made frequent mistakes during public performances. Students and teachers may not be able to hear the difference, but for professional musicians, this kind of problem is very serious. of.

So in places that ordinary people don't know, the discussion about Liu Zhixing set off a new round of rhythm. Could it be that the previous glory was fake?

After many discussions among the people, a more practical conclusion was finally reached.

Liu Zhixing was indeed a genius when he was a child, but after the age of 15, his piano skills stagnated seriously. It seems that his technique could not keep up with his ideas and he was eager for success. Full of loopholes.

This impetuous performance exposed a lot of problems. Following the in-depth investigation of a large number of entertainment newspaper journalists, they discovered an amazing fact. Liu Zhixing did have a lot of championship titles, but all of them were domestic competitions without exception. , and not at the top level.

The press releases about his fame were bought by Liu's father. The person who wrote the report was Liu Cheng, the editor-in-chief of the provincial newspaper. Muzi said that the man was Liu Qianqian's father. Everything was a lie fabricated by money and Internet pushers. Liu Zhixing He does have good talent, but he is still far from the top pianist.

The most interesting thing is that the Curtis Institute of Music really sent someone to contact, but Liu Zhixing failed the test, and the communication between the two parties ended in regret.

After this incident, Liu Zhixing realized that he was not as powerful as others and his parents boasted. His mentality was out of balance, and he began to practice crazily, repeating the performance videos of those masters from ancient and modern China and foreign countries hundreds of times, imitating their styles and fingerings , the result was nondescript, and even his original style was obliterated.

The prodigy who was once placed high hopes by the entire county is now lost to everyone. It is conceivable how angry the people who have been deceived by the media will be. How much they expected at the beginning, how much they will hate now, so they have to cover it up.

The public opinion about Liu Zhixing was temporarily suppressed by the joint efforts of Liu's father and Liu's father, but the paper could not contain the fire. As time passed, Liu Zhixing's crazy practice did not have any effect, but let He became more and more irritable, and he couldn't even get back the calm and unhurried performance of the past.

At that time, he had been in school for two years, and in less than a year, he was about to face the most difficult threshold for most people to pass in his life—the college entrance examination. If his piano skills failed to allow him to enter an excellent school , then all efforts will be in vain.

In desperation, Liu's father finally came up with a helpless move, that is, to hurt his hand before the real big exam, so as to avoid leaking his feet, and we will talk about the rest later. The whole family cannot be affected by this kind of thing.

At a time when Linghua Middle School was on the cusp of campus violence, and many media criticized him, Liu's father asked Liu Zhixing to hurt himself, and then blamed the school to divert the conflict.

The idea is very clever. If nothing else happens, Liu's father is going to let Liu Zhixing take the college entrance examination with peace of mind. After the end, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, he will buy a large draft to tell his child's difficult life.

Wait until the turmoil breaks out and then open a live broadcast to sell miserably, playing some simple tunes in front of the camera every day, even if you lose your fame, at least you can earn a lot of money that many people would never dare to dream of in their lifetime, and give Liu Zhixing's youth a complete picture full stop.

According to the original plan, that Friday night, he would stay in the music classroom to practice piano for up to two hours. As long as there was a small accident in the middle, and the fingers of his left hand were pinched off, the ambulance could enter the scene.

There is no need to intentionally blame other people. The situation of Linghua Middle School is clear to anyone with a discerning eye, especially the school. As long as public opinion prevails to a certain extent and the culprit cannot be found, the school leaders can help Liu Zhixing find the vile criminal , Handed over to the citizens who are concerned about this, to quell public anger.

It's a pity that Liu Zhixing himself was the accident. He lived his whole life in the compliments and deceptions of others, and his complacent eyes were higher than the top. It's worthless.

Liu Zhixing collapsed. He didn't expect that he, who was once so proud, would use such despicable means to avoid the test. When he first entered school, he clearly laughed in his heart at those cowards who avoided military training by forging sick leave notes. I thought that one day I would be even more unbearable than them.

Not only did he hurt himself according to his father's instructions, but he also acted more ruthlessly, breaking his arm bone with the keyboard cover, hoping that it would be difficult to play the piano in this life, so that he would not have to suffer humiliation, at worst, he would be an ordinary person.

It's just that he didn't expect that this little trick was quickly seen through. A clever reporter questioned whether the student really had the courage to do such a heavy hand, so he asked a detective to investigate the scene, and finally came to the conclusion of self-harm.

The faked scene by a high school student and an ignorant adult is too clumsy, and it is full of loopholes in front of experts, just like his solo performance when celebrating the school's anniversary. He frowned.

The public opinion exploded completely, this time no one could hold it back anymore, the overwhelming voice of abuse was overwhelmed, Liu Zhixing's reputation was completely stink, and the Liu family, who had obtained everything by relying on marketing, began to pay the price for it.

The fragile Liu Zhixing couldn't take the blow, so he jumped directly from the window of the music classroom on the third floor of the school, hitting his head on the ground. The rescue failed and he died on the spot.

That's the story of this man.

The most ironic thing is that the person who wrote this "Injury Zhongyong" was Liu Cheng, the editor-in-chief who once wrote a series of flattering soft articles. Get out of the transaction and gain both fame and fortune.

As for what kind of compensation Liu's father will receive in the future, and what kind of secret transactions those masterminds made back then, these are not things that a newspaper can know.

In the whole incident, Liu Zhixing was just a tool used by adults to make profits, without even a little self-thinking, and the only thing he did from the beginning to the end was to commit suicide by jumping off a building. How could Liu Zhixing understand this? It was a waste of questions.

This incident also allowed Zhou Zhuo to understand what kind of family environment Liu Qianqian experienced since she was a child, and she probably heard no less curses than Liu Zhixing.

"It's so pitiful..." Lin slowly sighed in a low voice, "Fortunately, I didn't need to enroll in cram schools since I was a child."

Zhou Zhuo didn't speak. Since entering the Nightmare Ghost School, he had seen too many tragedies, and he was almost numb. Seeing that Muzi was silent, he asked curiously.

"Are your parents like this too?"

"No." Muzi shook his head expressionlessly, "My parents are more pragmatic than this."

"Mom said a long time ago that there are a lot of people in this world who work harder than you and are more talented than you, but not everyone can make it to the top. There may only be ten out of a thousand special students who can finally get enough to eat and drink. Zuo, do you think you are one of those ten people? Don’t you just study hard for me and follow the path I arranged.”

It was difficult for Zhou Zhuo, who was raised in the wild since he was a child, to truly feel the pressure of these people growing up, so he scratched his head: "It does sound very pragmatic, and being pragmatic...isn't a bad thing."

Yanxuan and Lin Yi are not like this kind of shouldering the expectations of the whole family, but everyone's final situation is not much better, and the stage of rabbit death and fox grief has already passed.

"It's really not a bad thing. I don't hate my parents. They denied my efforts, at least they didn't try to stop me." Muzi said.

"Let's go, don't bother him."

Zhou Zhuo carefully folded the yellowed newspaper and put it in his pocket. He was the first to stand up and leave the table, while the others followed him and left the classroom along the side path.

When passing by Liu Zhixing, Zhou Zhuo stopped for a moment, and said to his bleak back, "You play pretty well...at least that's how it sounds to me."

He clapped his hands lightly to make up for the applause that he couldn't give just now, and Lin Slowly and Xiao Jiu behind him also followed his example and gave sparse applause.

When everyone left the music classroom, a gust of wind blew and closed the door. Zhou Zhuo, who had not yet left, could not hear the sound of the piano again, but cried like a child.

Compared with Liu Qianqian, who was bullied by school violence and did not dare to fight back, Liu Zhixing's experience is more empathetic, and he has become a tool for adults to realize themselves. Most teenagers have experienced this kind of thing, but few people can do it At the level of Liu's father.

Mistakes have already been made, and it is impossible for a three-legged "help group" like Zhou Zhuo to really make up for his shortcomings.

At this point, Lin slowly completed the live broadcast task, and Zhou Zhuo should have gained a friend—if that newspaper is considered a keepsake, the important scenes in the No. 3 teaching building have already been completed, and the remaining grievances are basically unable to gather In adult form, there is no possibility of becoming friends, so we need to go to the next scene.

Zhou Zhuo stood at the window of the corridor on the third floor and looked down. The campus was pitch black, and only a few classrooms were lit. However, the more such a scene, the more frightening it was. Why were the lights turned on in the middle of the night? , What kind of carnival is held inside?

"The place where we held the opening ceremony is Teaching Building No. 1. We are currently in Teaching Building No. 3. The remaining area that has not been explored is Teaching Building No. 2. Where should we go?"

"It's the third year of senior high school. Class 309 is there. Are you sure you want to go and see it?" Muzi reminded.

"Sure, it's a matter of time anyway, you have to take a look, let's go."

Zhou Zhuo didn't hesitate, took him away and walked ahead.

Chapter 223 Sister, Do You Have Paper?to borrow

The group left Teaching Building No. 3. Zhou Zhuo didn't look back, but felt that the air was getting colder. After communicating with Lin Slowly and Yanxuan, he confirmed that it was not an illusion.

"The weather hasn't changed until now, and it's impossible to judge the speed of time. Cold is a bad sign. Can you feel the temperature drop?"

Zhou Zhuo asked Xiaojiu and Muzi who were not alive, but completely ignored Lin Yi who refused to cooperate.

"No." Xiao Jiu shook his head, "I don't feel anything."

"On the contrary, I feel that the air seems to have become warmer, which makes me drowsy." Muzi covered his mouth and yawned, "It's so boring, how many friends are there?"

"Liu Qianqian, you, Dr. Zhang, Xu Ying, Liu Zhixing, if you are more shameless, counting Chen Haoyu and those walking dead, there are already six."

Zhou Zhuo snapped his fingers, lost in thought.

"Actually, there is something worth noting here. The microphone Huang Mingsong said that he could leave school only by finding seven friends, not that he could leave school only by finding seven friends. The meanings of the two are quite different. I suspect that it is just one stage, completing the initial mission will trigger the second stage scene. Slowly, have you received any new missions?"

"No." Lin slowly checked the live broadcast mobile phone deliberately, but found no new prompt, "Maybe it needs to enter the scene to trigger it."

At this point, Zhou Zhuo finally understands what the advantage of the Tanling anchor is. He suspects that those live broadcast tasks are inspired by the ghosts in the scene. This thing scans the scene, and then generates tasks that can be completed, so that the anchor can get rewards .