Of course, a private home recording studio is different from a regular recording studio, but Song Shengsheng's income is not bad and he can afford to buy good equipment, so although this studio is not large, it is actually full of organs.

The floor is a thick layer of carpet, the walls are professionally soundproofed, covered with sound-absorbing sponges, because of the need for quiet, there are no windows in the recording room, and a wall separates the recording studio into two parts.

The air here was cloudy, and the ground outside was full of things that the dynasty had just knocked over, which were two chairs and some large musical instruments stacked outside, which looked scattered and seemed to have no use value.

The outer room thus looked chaotic and a far cry from Song Shengsheng's clean living room and bedroom, where the smell of smoke still lingered after nine years, and there were still marks on the walls and floors from obvious smashing instruments or heavy objects.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze from the wall, and looked inside through the open glass window on the inner and outer separation wall.

The inside is completely different from the outside, and the radio room inside is very clean and tidy, even the microphone stand in the corner. The music stands are neatly arranged in rows.

The convict nodded to him, twisted the handle, and walked inside.

Lin Chen was still standing outside, he turned around and continued to observe the entire recording studio, and finally, his gaze fell on the back wall of the recording studio.

Two award-shaped objects are hung in the frames on the back wall, and in the corners next to the frames, there are two dark gray semi-open lockers.

The locker was about one person high, and there were several baskets in the lower part where there was no door to cover it, and Lin Chen walked over and moved them out one by one.

He found that the baskets were filled with small musical instruments, such as shakers and triangles, and there were corresponding labels on each basket, although a long time had passed, the instruments were dusty, the labels were faded, and the handwriting was blurred, but he could still feel Song Shengsheng's meticulous attitude towards these fragmented instruments.

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

Whether it's a broken guitar, a worn-out bass, or even something like a drum kit, those big instruments are thrown in the corner at random, as if Song Shengsheng suddenly had a split personality, resulting in two completely different personalities.

Lin Chen put the basket back in its place, stood up, and opened the cupboard door.

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

He thought, he probably found what he was looking for.

Actually, that's not true, because what he wants is not in this door.

Footsteps sounded from the inside out and stopped beside him, and 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 then said, "Lu Xu's eldest brother, took a lot of CDs from here?" ”

"It should be."

Lin Chen said lightly.

There were three layers of CDs neatly stacked in the cabinet door in front of them, and Lin Chen's gaze moved to the lowest level, which was empty.

People 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 put will be significantly brighter than other places, so the boundary between light and dark is what the torture has passed.

The lowest CD was obviously swept away, so the person who did this should be Lu Xu's eldest brother.

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

There is no word after the "to", because nothing is written on the label.

“2003-2007。” Lin Chen continued.

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

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

"In!" The young man jerked up straight, shouting for peace.

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

Wang snapped his fingers, he poured Song Shengsheng's equipment for a while, and the song immediately flowed out of the pair of high-end stereos.

Although the singing voice flowing from the sound 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 too personal.

Of course, Li Jingtian's songs are also sung very well, but they are not enough to see in front of Song Shengsheng, and I don't know if it is temperament or something else, which creates the difference between people.

Although in this CD, Song Shengsheng seems to be just humming something very casually, but the moment his voice appears, it seems to light up the whole room.

Such a metaphor sounded a bit exaggerated, but the moment the song poured into his ears, Lin Chen suddenly felt very happy, as if all the sadness and melancholy nostalgia had been erased, leaving only pure pleasure.

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

If the CD is Song Shengsheng's songs, then the three-story cabinets should be Song Shengsheng's music samples or other musical materials that Song Shengsheng has made in the past five years, and because the owner was suddenly imprisoned, there is no year after "2003-".

So 2007 should be the time that was not filled in on the label.

Ten years ago, this cabinet of things would have been a treasure that fans were eager to find, and singers and musicians might have fought for 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 samples except for those fans who are still checking in on Song Shengsheng's personal station.

Those neat plastic CD cases sparkled in the light, and the contents of the boxes may be rare treasures or worthless, among which the value of music depends on Song Shengsheng's own reputation, thinking of this, Lin Chen felt that this was still a little ridiculous.

"CA sent someone to take away the samples collected by Song Shengsheng, but they didn't take all of them, and they kept some, why?" Torture Conglian said.

Lin Chen replied: "Of course, there are many reasons, such as taking away these samples, they can change the music made by Song Shengsheng to someone else's name and then use it, of course, this is for business; But it is also possible that Song Shengsheng's samples recorded something unspeakable so that CA had to send someone to steal it after discovering it. ”

"I don't understand!" Dynasty said.

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

Perhaps it was because the singing voice floating with the dust was too soothing, Lin Chen couldn't help but close his eyes, and the appearance of Song Shengsheng slowly appeared in his mind, and he began to imagine him wandering around this recording studio.

Song Shengsheng sometimes leans against the floor-to-ceiling window of his room to write songs, if he feels that his new writing is very good, he may rush directly into the recording studio in his pajamas to make a sample, he sometimes writes and feels dissatisfied, and then he will turn on a lamp and take a pen to make some changes on the score, among which the most satisfactory or commercially valuable things will be included in the album for fans to meet, and the rest of the music will be thrown away by him in this cabinet and shelved.

Occasionally, at a very special time, he will take out the CD in the cabinet and listen to it, and then ignore these things for a long time, such a Song Shengsheng is absolutely real him that fans will never see.

Song Shengsheng......

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

At that moment, the recording room suddenly fell silent, there was no sound, the voices 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 sample was not over.

Then, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, someone walked into this room, and Song Shengsheng was talking about something like tomorrow's itinerary, Song Shengsheng was a little angry, he said that he was recording, and then asked the other party to get out, and the other party left again after apologizing.

The person who walked in the door was most likely Song Shengsheng's agent......

Then there was a long blank sound, the door opened and closed, Song Sheng walked out of the radio room and took something outside, and after some subtle tuning, the pleasant guitar sounded, and Song Sheng began to accompany himself, and continued to hum the previous tune.

After that, there was a more beautiful music, which was already something similar to a song, and in short, Lin Chen couldn't hear the difference.

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

The worn-out instruments were shrouded in a very dim light.

Lin Chen suddenly figured out something, he was very stiff looking for the figure of the dynasty in the room, and then spoke with some difficulty: "Among the materials you sorted out for me, has there been any media report that Li Jingtian has been to Song Shengsheng's house?" ”

"I ...... I don't think I've seen anything like it...... But ......" Wang Dynasty paused, looking like he wanted to say something.

"But what?"

"This large community used to be home to many artists under CA Company, and CA's staff apartments were also here, including Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo's dormitories."

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

Wang Dynasty nodded vigorously.

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

There was a clean wood-colored floor, and the microphone stood next to the side, but it was clean and dust-free......

After investigating this case until now, Lin Chen suddenly had an urge not to continue any longer, fucking him was really going crazy.

"What's wrong?"

The torturer instantly sensed his abnormality and pressed it on his hand, as if relieved.

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

"Brother Ah Chen, what do you want, you say."

"Bring your computer in and put on a song."

"What song?"

"Last night, the song we listened to in the car, Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sang that one, what is the most classic track of illi."

The dynasty was stunned and didn't know why.

The torturer yelled at him: "Go!" ”

The young man came and went like the wind, and Song Shengsheng's singing voice suddenly reached the middle of the stage, and after a while, Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo's voices sounded.

Mu Zhuo was singing in a low voice Li Jingtian was singing to him, the song was melodious and tactful, so after dozens of seconds, the style of the song suddenly changed, and unbearable screams sounded, painful, depressed, and desperate, that was the most real scream, making people no longer believe that there would be any bright screams in the world, and there were men and women, old and young, and they were mixed together as if every malice in the world was pouring out in an instant, except for pain, there was only pain.

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

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chen felt someone gently rubbing his cheek with his fingertips, and he looked up and saw the worried dark green eyes of the torture conglian.

He said: "Among these screams, there is a voice belonging to Song Shengsheng, and Li Jingtian mixed Song Shengsheng's screams into his own songs and played them to the world. ”