Chapter 139

Of course, the private family recording studio is different from the regular recording studio, but Song's sound is not bad, and you can also afford good equipment. Therefore, although this recording studio is not large, it is actually all in the five internal organs.

On the ground is a thick layer of carpet. The wall has a professional sound insulation treatment. It is covered with silenced sponge. Because there is a quiet relationship, there is no window in the recording studio. A wall is separated from the inside and outside of the inside and outside.

The air here is turbid, and the outside ground is full of things that the dynasty just touched. It is two chairs and some large instruments stacked outside. It looks like it has no use value.

As a result, the outer house was so chaotic, and it was far from Song's clean and tidy living room and bedroom. Nine years, the smell of smoke here is still lingering. There are still some obvious beating instruments or heavy objects on the wall and floor. Leave a trace.

Lin Chen retreated his eyes from the wall, opened the glass window through the inside and outside parts of the wall, and looked inside.

The inside is completely different from the outside, and the radio room inside is very clean and tidy, and even the microphone frame of the corner. The music scores are neatly listed in a row.

Sentence nodded to him, twisted his hand, and walked in.

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.

Two prizes look like things in the frame of the back wall, and then there are two dark gray semi -open storage cabinets in the corner of the frame.

The locker was about one tall, and several baskets were placed in the lower part of the door where there was no cabinet door. Lin Chen walked over and moved one by one.

He found that there were small instruments, sand hammers, triangular iron, etc. in the basket, and there were corresponding labels on each basket. Qing, but he can still feel Song Sheng's careful attitude towards these fragile instruments.

Then, he looked at those things in the corner of the room.

Whether it is the guitar that breaks the string there, it is dilapidated bass, and even things such as the drum parts, those large instruments are thrown in the corner at will, as if the sound of Song suddenly has a personality division, which produces two kinds of indifferent types Different character.

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

At the moment of opening the door, his hand was put on the door and stopped for a long time.

He thought, he probably found what he wanted to find.

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

The sound of footsteps sounded from the inside out and stopped beside him. Lin Chen felt that he had a hand on his shoulders.

Cong Cong didn't say anything. He just wore gloves and gently brushed the boundary line in the cabinet, and then said, "Lu Xu's elder brother, took a lot of CDs from here?"

"should be."

Lin Chen opened lightly.

The door of the cabinet in front of them was neatly set with three layers of CDs, and Lin Chen's eyes moved to the bottom, where it was empty.

People with a lot of books in the family should understand that when a certain cabinet was filled with the book for a long time, it was clearly empty after a long time. Wire.

The bottom CD is obviously cleaned up, so the person who does this should be Lu Xu's elder brother.

The fingers of Xinglian fell on the label posted on the side of the door of the cabinet, and he said softly: "2003 to ..."

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

"2003-2007." Lin Chen then said.

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

"The dynasty?" Lin Chen shouted softly.

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

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

Dynasty snapped his fingers, and he flipped Song Shengsheng's equipment for a while, and the singing immediately flowed from the pair of high-end speakers.

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

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

Of course, Li Jingtian's songs are also very good, but in front of Song Shengsheng, they are completely unattractive. don't know if it is temperament or something else that creates the difference between people.

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

Such a metaphor sounds a bit exaggerated, but at the moment when the singing entered his ears, Lin Chen suddenly felt very happy, as if all the sadness and nostalgia had been erased, leaving only pure joy.

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

If the CD contains Song Shengsheng's songs, then the three-layer cabinets should be the music demos Song Shengsheng has made in the past five years or other music materials, and because the owner was suddenly imprisoned, so in the There is no year after "2003-".

So 2007, it should be the time when the label is not filled out.

If ten years ago, this cabinet was probably a treasure that fans flocked to, and singers and musicians might have fought hard to grab any song in this cabinet.

But today, ten years later, this cabinet CD is worthless, and probably no one will take a second look at these demos except for those fans who are still clocking in on Song Shengsheng's personal station.

Those neat plastic CD cases gleamed under the light, and the contents in the box might be rare treasures or worthless. The value of the music all depended on Song Shengsheng's own reputation. Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt that this was a bit ridiculous. .

"CA company sent someone to take away Song Shengsheng's collection of samples, but they didn't take all of them, but kept some, why?" Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen replied: "Of course there are many reasons, such as taking away these samples, they can use the music made by Song Shengsheng under someone else's name. Of course, this is for business; but it is also possible that in these samples of Song Shengsheng, There is something unspeakable recorded, so that when CA finds out, it must send someone to steal it."

"I don't understand!" said Dynasty.

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

Perhaps it was because the song floating in the dust was too soothing, Lin Chen closed his eyes involuntarily, Song Shengsheng slowly appeared in his mind, and he began to imagine the situation where he was wandering around in this recording studio.

Song Shengsheng would sometimes write songs against the floor-to-ceiling windows in his room. If he thought his new writing was great, he might rush into the studio in his pajamas to make a demo. Turn on a lamp and use a pen to make some revisions on the score. The things that satisfy him the most or have the most commercial value will be included in the album to meet with fans, and the rest of the music will be thrown in this cabinet by him. Shelf.

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

Song Shengsheng...

Lin Chen thought, if music can really guide something, then now you need to make these wonderful music, tell me, what exactly am I looking for, and how can I reverse the verdict 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 words on the player were still jumping, the CD was still playing, and the demo didn't end.

Then, he heard the door opening and closing. Someone walked into this room and told Song Shengsheng something about tomorrow's schedule. Song Shengsheng was a little angry. He said he was recording, and then asked the other party to get out. After the other party apologized leave again.

The person who entered the door is likely to be Song Shengsheng's manager...

Then there was another long blank tone. The door opened and closed. Song Sheng walked out of the studio and took something outside. After some subtle tuning sounds, a pleasant guitar sounded. Song began to accompany himself, and continued to hum the previous song. That tune.

After that, there are more beautiful pieces of music, which are already similar to the finished music, in short, Lin Chen can't hear the difference.

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

The worn instruments were shrouded in a very dim light.

Lin Chen suddenly wanted to understand something. He stiffly looked for the figure of the dynasty in the room, and then said with some difficulty: "In the information you have sorted out for me, has the media reported that Li Jingtian has been to Song Shengsheng's house?"

"I...I don't seem to have seen such a report...but..." Dynasty paused, looking like he was hesitant to say anything.

"But what?"

"This large community used to live in 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's not suspicious that Li Jingtian was likely to frequent Song Shengsheng's apartment back then, right?"

Dynasty nodded vigorously.

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

There is a whole piece of clean wood-colored floor, the microphone stands by the side, and other than that, it is clean and dust-free...

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

"What's wrong?"

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

"Dynasty." Lin Chen took control for a long time so that his voice would not tremble too much.

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

"Bring in your computer 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 is illi's most classic song."

The dynasty was stunned for a moment.

Xing Conglian roared at him: "Go!"

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

Mu Zhuo was singing in a low voice that Li Jingtian was accompanying him, the song was melodious and melodious, and after dozens of seconds, the style of the song suddenly changed, and an unbearable scream sounded, painful, depressing, and hopeless. It is the most real scream, and it makes people no longer believe that there will be any bright screams in the world. Those screams include men, women, old and young, and they mix together as if all the malice in the world is there. Instantly poured out, nothing but pain.

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

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chen felt someone brush his cheek with the pulp of his finger, he looked up and saw Xing Conglian's worried dark green eyes.

He said: "In these screams, there are voices belonging to Song Shengsheng. Li Jingtian mixed Song Shengsheng's screams into his own songs and showed them to the world."