Looking at the extremely simple PV in front of him, Wang Haibo's eyes showed a deep sense of disappointment. Originally, when he saw that it was a video file, he was full of expectations for the PV of this song, but the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

As the song continues, this simple PV continues to be broadcast, and Wang Haibo is more and more disappointed the more he watches it. Because this PV is not only a simple picture, but it hasn't even been animated, it's completely made up of simple pictures.

Technology is very advanced in this era, and even if there is only one person, it is not difficult to make a short animation. Virtual networks have professional tools and a wide variety of materials on the web.

Therefore, it is impossible to make such a simple PV that the level of the maker is not enough. It's because of the attitude problem, she doesn't want to do a good job at all. That's why I made such a perfunctory work.

Such a simple PV composed of pictures can't be called PV at all, this is simply the kind of computer slides that have long been eliminated in the old era, completely antique works.

"Well, something seems wrong. Haibo, look, why do I look a little frightened at this night, why do you use red words? ”

Just when Wang Haibo was extremely disappointed because of this simple PV and planned to turn off the video and never open it again, Tang Weiwei, who had been staring at the screen beside him, suddenly let out a trace of surprise.

Just now, the simple painting style of this so-called PV made Tang Weiwei laugh at the first sight. However, it was this kind of picture that was inferior to primary school students' homework that made Tang Weiwei interested, and his eyes stayed on the screen in front of Wang Haibo.

Therefore, Wang Haibo didn't see the picture that changed with the progress of the song just now, but Tang Weiwei saw it clearly. When he noticed that the main character of the song had awakened into a nocturnal wanderer after falling asleep, and that the two 'eyes' representing the eyes were actually red, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

Later, against the black background, the five 'humans' that make up the Night Wandering God are actually red. This made Tang Weiwei couldn't help but feel a sense of horror, and immediately patted Wang Haibo on the shoulder, pointed to the screen in front of him and reminded.

Hearing Tang Weiwei's voice, although he was extremely disappointed with this PV, Wang Haibo still couldn't help but look up. What catches your eye is a dark background, composed of red words and lines.

The original pale yellow background has been replaced with black, and the normal black text has also been changed to red. It's just a picture composed of simple words and lines, but for some reason, it brought Wang Haibo a strange thrill.

Especially in such a picture, with the music played synchronously by PV, Wang Haibo was also shocked and at the same time felt a gloomy feeling from this picture that only appears when watching horror movies.

And the screen switches, the red letter changes to the white letter, and the scene also switches from the night wanderer to the sinner's room. This eerie and terrifying feeling has not been reduced at all, but has become stronger because of the contrast between before and after.

And then, when the night wandering god broke into the sinner's room and turned a series of 'human' and a 'sin' word that made up the sinner into a scattered piece of 'blood, blood, blood', this sense of horror made Wang Haibo's eyes widen.

It's just a picture of words, but look at the sinner's final disembrance of the word 'blood'. Wang Haibo seemed to see the corpses of sinners being cut into pieces by the Night Wandering God and scattered everywhere.

After that, the change of the picture as the song continued made Wang Haibo, who was already stunned, even more stunned. Don't look back when you walk at night, and when you are woken up in the middle of the night, don't turn on the lights, not because you will see the night wandering god, but because you will be killed directly by the night wandering god.

And then a large area of blood and blood at the feet of the night wandering god who gradually became more and more bloody, corpses and words of despair and pain, even more made the already gloomy and terrifying atmosphere reach a peak, and also made Wang Haibo's eyes almost pop out.

When the picture that appeared with the lyrics continued to appear, the punishment for the wicked was killing, the reward for the good was killing, the happiness of looking for was blood, and bringing the child was blood-red, which made Wang Haibo speechless.

At this time, looking at this PV that clearly expresses the story, Wang Haibo will no longer pay attention to its simple painting style. Because it is this simple picture composed entirely of text lines and solid color backgrounds that further enhances the terrifying atmosphere and makes Wang Haibo deeply immersed in it.

A song in less than three and a half minutes was quickly finished, and after watching it, Wang Haibo clicked to play it again without hesitation. As for his choice, Tang Weiwei and Liu Qingmei, who have been watching together by his side, have no opinion at all.

So, these three people cycled over and over again, until the preparatory bell for class rang in the afternoon, and then they woke up like a dream and watched the replay a few times, looking at each other speechlessly.

"It's actually a healing song, and I'm sorry. Sure enough, it's the same as Dara Bang. No, it's more interesting than Dara Bang. Obviously, the lyrics don't have any horror and horror elements at all, and they sound really healing. But with PV, it completely becomes a horror movie.

Although the cost of this horror film is really a bit low. The simple words and paintings, I really can't complain. However, I actually feel that the plot composed of words is very emotional. No, no, I feel like I'm going to have to take medicine. ”

After looking at each other speechlessly for a while, Wang Haibo was the first to react, directly covering his forehead with both hands, and making a look of not knowing where to complain at all. Obviously, at first, he thought that the simple picture was perfunctory by the author, but in the end, he felt that the atmosphere was better because of that kind of picture, and he was definitely sick.

"Haha, what Shuangshuang said is true, it's really an interesting song. Although the story seems a bit short, it is surprising that the atmosphere of listening to the sound and watching the video is completely different. I decided that I couldn't miss all the radio programs in the future, especially the music FM at noon. ”

When Wang Haibo was powerless to complain about the change in his aesthetics, Tang Weiwei, who had also watched it several times on the side, laughed, and his eyes flickered as if he had become a loyal listener of the radio club.

"Cut, and put gold on his face, calling him so close, people don't know you at all. But the last sentence is a human statement, the recent broadcasters have really become powerful. It's not just the songs at noon that are interesting, but also the weird stories at night. ”

Tang Weiwei's voice fell, and Liu Qingmei on the side immediately gave him a roll of his eyes, and then nodded in agreement with his last sentence.