At the end of the song, he stood up, like any mortal in the world admiring his favorite artist.

"This new piece of yours is really good, to be honest I get goosebumps all over my body, sir, I am amazed by your talent, this is the truth."

The piano player ignored him.

The man shrugged. After a pause, he continued,

"However, even the most perfect art has its own flaws...... Mr. Luquan, in order to cooperate with my work, the fourth paragraph, the third note of the first sentence is raised by half a key, and it is changed to a heavy play, which is very presumptuous to desecrate your work, my Mr. Artist. Thank you for your understanding. ”

He sat quietly on the side, waited for a song to finish, first gave a few sincere applause, and then said a lot of words.

"I see."

After a brief silence, the man lying in front of the piano spoke.

Whoever says this is giving in.

He clutches the long and narrow fingers that he has grown from studying the piano since he was a child, and he has the dissatisfaction of young artists with oppression, but he does not have the courage of artists to dare to resist, which he admits to himself.

Even if... It's doing these things, hurting nature and reason.

"Mr. Han's art is really high-grade, it is simply the Chinese Beethoven, hehe..."

A voice rang out like a night raven in the darkness.

In addition to Li Chengpeng, there is another person.

This man was there all the time, he sat on the couch with his legs crossed, looking like he was intoxicated by the music.

"Mr. Zhao, Yaxing is not small today, I didn't expect you to come to listen to Mr. Han Luquan playing the piano," Li Chengpeng couldn't help but smile, quite in the tone of a bosom friend.

"Hehe... You can come as a doctor, can't I, a taxpayer of social causes, come and be elegant?"

Mr. Zhao got up from the sofa and patted the smiling Li Chengpeng.

Li Chengcang smiled and didn't say anything.

"Come out and talk, go and look at the staff's performance sheets."

Hearing this, Li Chengpeng lowered his eyes slightly, he knew that Mr. Zhao liked to be named like this.

Han Luquan watched Mr. Zhao take Li Chengpeng's figure out of the studio, and the fingers crawling on the piano suddenly stopped and did not move for a long time.

Stop, not on the keys but on the ferocious press, knuckles twisted, bent, deformed... This is a portrayal of anger to the extreme.

What caused this appearance was the bank card that Mr. Zhao threw in front of him like garbage when he was leaving.

A piece of plastic, easy to end its fragile life, although it has no life, but it is a hundred times more precious than many living things.

Even though Han Luquan was angry, he clearly knew this, but he allowed this plastic thing to trample on his dignity and insult his personality as he wanted.

When he holds it, it doesn't matter together.

Doesn't matter...

He even smiled nervously and kissed it as if he were kissing... She.

Those who engage in art are crazy, Han Luquan is not a madman, but now he has almost become a madman because of art.

Immersed in the ocean of human pathos, taking a big sip of the unbearable pain of the world in his mouth, using this taste in exchange for creative inspiration, when his hands are writing on the white paper, climbing on the eighty-eight keys, all the bitterness and depression will be poured out from his body like a roar.

Han Luquan has been living a very poor life in recent years, and the money every time he completes a new song, he and his woman can make a living for a while.

What's more, his woman's illness can only be treated by a doctor, Li Chengpeng

He's so a** that woman, what can't he do for her.

These are enough for him to throw away everything, dignity, personality, etc., etc., to do everything according to Li Chengpeng's instructions-

"You mean, the infected person who stabbed the principal of Model 1 Middle School to death is now being investigated in the police station?"

In a huge room, a 54-inch LCD computer screen hung on the wall, with an inquiry about Li Chengpeng, Mr. Zhao turned on the screen and entered the password in the remote control that only the two of them knew.

The computer screen suddenly changed into rows of equesterous and strange images like electrocardiograms, and all kinds of values fluctuated under the bars, and under these data images, the names of people were marked.

There is a histogram in the image, the value is on the verge of "zero", but it is like a liquid with a little bubble left, which seems to be agitated, and if you look closely, there is still no possibility of increase.

"That's it, Mr. Zhao, don't worry."

Li Chengpeng opened a self-developed software in the computer, and the page was replaced with an elusive control interface for ordinary people, with various data adjustments, modifications, opening and closing.

After the control of the bar chart with a value of almost "zero", the interface displays an "off" icon.

"Don't worry, unless I'm cheap, otherwise, as long as no one clicks "open" on this icon, the command lock we planted deep in other people's cranial nerves will definitely not fail. Hehe......"

Pointing to the icon on the computer, Li Chengpeng felt that Mr. Zhao was no matter how careful he was, he should put his mind at ease.

Looking at the amazing new technology in front of him, Mr. Zhao couldn't help rubbing his hands with satisfaction, "Hehe...... Grade, too. It's a good grade, it's really worthy of Mr. Li, this trick, I'm afraid that NASA, a foreigner with scientific and technological means, can't do it. ”

For the Li Chengpeng sent by the organization this time, Mr. Zhao felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

After living for so many years, I have never seen a piece of music spread through the Internet to penetrate people's deep nerves, and then use the matching software to remotely control it. Anything.

This Li Chengpeng, a medical scientist who understands music, a musician who understands medical skills, is really a rare talent.

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??“ Officer Hu, I'm sorry...... I have to tell the truth, I have been in the hospital of the medical university for so many years, and I have never seen this kind of strange thing, I will not explain his problem in detail, it is beyond the scope of my research, I can't find out where the specific source of the seizure is in him, and I can't analyze the type of lesion in him, but one thing is for sure, he is an extragenous type of nerve stimulation, but this is definitely nonsense. ”

Professor Du chose to tell the truth.

After diagnosing this murderer for a long time, going back and forth, and using various methods over and over again, Professor Du never stimulated him to the state of suddenly waking up, as if a passage of his nerves had been locked by someone, making him have to realize the seriousness of the matter in surprise.

"What's more troublesome...... He's unconscious now, and if he doesn't wake up, I'm afraid that the next inability to eat will be enough to kill him... Now I can only do my best..."

Professor Du's words surprised both Lin Can and Hu Li, and even Professor Du couldn't see what was going on, and things were so troublesome......

Professor Du is a town specialist at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, and with decades of clinical experience, he is one of the best in Pearl City in terms of medical skills.

Under the influence of a new set of neurology medical theories proposed a few years ago, Professor Du became famous throughout the country in one fell swoop, becoming a well-deserved master and enjoying the allowance of the State Council.

Knowing these introductions from Hu Li's mouth, Lin Can had a headache even more.

Even such specialists could not solve the problem...... Who is the opponent helping this time?

During the conversation between the two, Professor Du did not rest, still staying in front of the bed, carefully and meticulously making the final diagnosis.

Eventually, a fine sweat rolled across his forehead, and Professor Du stood up and accepted the taste of defeat.

"Still won't work."

His words made several people present feel hopeless again.

Out of ignorance. How to be good this kind of pressure is the time for people to think and guess.

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and Hu Li had a strange idea at this time.

This comes from an animated plot she watched when she was a child, about a scientist who was sought after in front of people, and the leader of a criminal organization that plagued the country after people.

Thinking of this, she had to ask, "...... that foreign doctor" because she really suspected that foreign doctor of transnational crimes.

Fits the anime storyline well, doesn't it......

"It's been several years since he died...... Professor Du coughed dryly, feeling sympathy for the wrongs suffered by the deceased foreign friend.

"Is it reliable?" Hu Li wanted to ask if it was possible to cheat death.

"Reliable terminal cancer," Professor Du smiled wryly.

Because there is still no good cure for cancer, even if he himself is a skilled doctor.

This time, Hu Li didn't ask, and if she asked again, she might report to her superiors and contact Interpol to exit the country for investigation.

"However, he has a descendant, and he ...... It is a Chinese named Li Chengcang. ”

Thinking of this, I still added. Professor Du is still very polite to the police officer, although Officer Hu is still a little immature because of his age, but over time, he is living in Pearl City, and he may not know if there is anything that needs help from others.

"Li Chengpeng?" This name gave Hu Li a harvest, and he chewed on the name repeatedly in his brain.

He is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and was a young student at the National University School of Medicine. When I was a student, I studied hard and obtained the qualification of an exchange student in Erlan, which is amazing. Professor Du briefly introduced, "I know him so well because he is my classmate." ”

"It's a pity...... During a biomedical study, he contracted a biological disease and died young......"

Seeing the Sherlock Holmes-like look in Officer Hu's eyes, Professor Du hurriedly added.

I don't want my old classmates to be humiliated after death......

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Well, knowing these is useless, Hu Li thinks it's like listening to a story.

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