To tell the truth, since the guitar was recognized, although I have loved and carefully wiped and stroked, I have never plucked the strings.

Somehow, whenever I had the thought of wanting to play, I always thought of the bass E strings I heard that night when my uncle and I were summoning corpses at Emerald Lake.

My brother-in-law also advised me not to try to play the guitar until I knew where it came from.

However, when I heard an old woman I didn't know suddenly say the same thing, I was shocked.

"Do you know this guitar?" I quickly asked her.

"Of course I do, because this guitar is mine." The old woman said.

"Is this your guitar?" I was even more surprised.

"Well, I haven't played it in twenty years." After saying this, the old woman's expression softened and she sat down in her chair.

It's just that her eyes are still looking at the guitar in my hand, and her expression is very complicated.

The beautiful girl with a proud expression was more interested in me, and kept looking me up and down, which was not surprising. I usually wear a long shirt in the witch hall, and my long hair is tied up with a hairpin, and my boys and girls have a delicate skeleton and ancient beauty, which is very attractive to girls.

I didn't rush to ask, since the old woman came specifically for the guitar, she would definitely tell me where it came from.

"I've heard that someone salvaged Emerald Lake, and you got the guitar. I'm not here to retrieve him, but to tell you a story. ”

Then the old woman told me a story, and after listening to it, I understood why Liu Xingxing got this guitar, and why he drowned himself in the lake with the guitar.

The old woman is not an outsider, she is the wife of Zheng Weiye, the director of the original White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory, called Ye Qiuli, and the girl next to her is her granddaughter Zheng Xue.

After Wang Fang's death, although Liu Xingxing was very young, he also knew that this incident was very unusual. In grief, I secretly inquired and knew that my mother had been inhumanly abused in order to prepare a birthday gift for herself.

Liu Xingxing was grief-stricken when he learned the truth and was determined to seek justice for his mother. But he was an orphan, with no money or power, and no one listened to him. Even if he blocked the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory every day, no one paid attention to him, but he was threatened in every way, and was even beaten several times by the chief of the security section.

After Liu Dashan's death, he and Wang Fang depended on each other, and when something like this happened, the young man's life was almost dark.

From the beginning to the end, the factory has never given him the slightest explanation, nor has it given him a pension as the legend says, nothing.

Justice could not be served, so that the young man's heart gradually became distorted, and in despair, the idea of suicide arose. On this day, he was beaten out again by the chief of the security section, and when he returned home, he became more and more dead.

After many days of poor food and sleep, the teenager was not only on the verge of collapse of his mental will, but also physically suffered to the limit. He locked himself in a dark room and waited quietly for death to come.

That night, Granny Ye found his home.

Granny Ye heard about this very late, and after knowing about it, she went to Liu Xingxing's house with a sum of money and this guitar.

When she saw the child's eyes, she knew he didn't need the money anymore, so she gave him the guitar. Because this matter was caused by a guitar, it must also be ended from the guitar.

"I used to study at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, and this guitar was given to me by a foreign professor. At that time, there was an accident in my home, and I felt no less despair than Liu Xingxing. When the professor gave me the guitar, he taught me a tune to play when I was sad. ”

Granny Ye said that it was this mysterious song that brought her out of despair and rejuvenated. Later, he met Zheng Weiye, got married and had children, and settled in Xuzhou City.

However, she is not happy, which can be seen from her current mental state. Zheng Weiye is a businessman, and Granny Ye belongs to the kind of artist with a romantic factor in her bones.

There are many such marriages in this world, and the life is very short, and it will pass by casually.

"I thought that Liu Xingxing could be like me at the beginning, with the help of this guitar to get out of sadness and rejuvenate. After that, Liu Xingxing never appeared again. I thought that the teenager had left the country to start a new life, until the police came to my house to investigate what happened to Wang Fang, and later I heard that the police had recovered the body in Emerald Lake and fished out a guitar, that I realized that I was wrong. ”

"Granny Ye, what's wrong with you?" Hearing this, I asked.

"I didn't do wrong with giving him a guitar, but I shouldn't have given him the Requiem."

"What? You say that piece is a requiem? I asked, surprised.

"You know the Requiem?" Granny Ye asked.

"Well, I also heard my uncle play a while. It is a very famous murder music, ranking first in lethality among the world's three major death melodies, and was later renamed Demon Song. I nodded.

This is a misconception of the Requiem of Confession, in fact, it can cleanse the soul, and it is as ethereal and elegant as heavenly music. You give me the guitar and I'll play it for you. ”

I instinctively wanted to hand over the guitar, but I began to hesitate again at the thought of my uncle's words. Now the guitar is not finished, if you rashly let strangers contact you, I am afraid that it will cause bad things.

"Don't be nervous, I know you care about this guitar, it's become your favorite thing. But it has been with me for a long time, so it should be to satisfy the feelings of an old man. Seeing that I hesitated, Granny Ye said with a smile.

"Look, it scares you, my grandma just played it with it, not to mention that this is my grandma's thing." Zheng Xue said coldly.

When it comes to this, I have no reason to say no.

Granny Ye took the guitar and asked me if I could close the door of the store first, I didn't refuse, got up and closed the door and turned on the lights.

Then Zheng Xue and I waited for her to pluck the strings with expectant eyes at the same time.

Although Granny Ye looks old, her fingers are as delicate as a girl. The music flowed quietly in the Witch Pavilion, Zheng Xue was fascinated by it, and so was I.

At first listen, the beginning is indeed very similar to the melody played by my uncle, but it does feel completely different. It's ethereal, it's soothing, and after hearing it, it seems that even the soul is relaxed, as if walking in the clouds.

As I listened, my mind began to drift to some sweet old days.

For example, my mother sang lullabies to put me to sleep, lovingly rubbed medicine on my wounds, taught me to make a wish and blow out candles on my birthday, cut my clothes for me, and covered the quilt at night......

I also thought of Xie Qingqing, the scene of walking with her in the Emerald Lake, she helped me wipe the corners of her mouth in the tea restaurant, and her expression was like that of a little wife who felt sorry for her husband.

It wasn't until the music stopped for a long time and Ye Qiuli returned the guitar to me that I came back to my senses.

Ye Qiuli said that although the Requiem of Confession has only one set of scores, there are two completely different styles of performance.

If your heart is full of hatred, what you play is a suicidal demonic song, and if you can let go of hatred, what you play is a heavenly music that cleanses your soul. And these were all mentioned in the letters that the professor wrote to her before his death, and she did not know these when she handed over the guitar and music to Liu Xingxing.

The professor's letter mentions not only the tune, but also the guitar.

He said that the guitar was special, that he had bought it from a thrift market during a trip to Northern Europe, and that it seemed to resonate with people's hearts. The professor also said that the man who sold him the guitar at the time said that the guitar had been looking for its owner all his life and had never found it.

"When I entered the store, I saw it quietly held in your arms and blended with you, as if it was yours, and I thought it must have found its owner."

In the end, she said that if I wanted to learn the complete Requiem, I could go to Zheng's house to find her. Their family lives on the outskirts of Yuzhou City and is a manor house.

At this point, I'd like to ask her if she knows anything about the killing of strings. But seeing her old appearance, I am afraid that after I say it, it will cause her a psychological blow.

Granny Ye is only here to tell a story related to the guitar, and all she has revealed is that kind of faint sadness and remorse, and she definitely doesn't know the existence of Wei.

Not long after the grandfather and grandson left, the brother-in-law came back from outside. I told him about Ye Qiuli and the origin of the guitar, and he was also surprised.

None of us guessed that this weird, well-known psychic guitar that we had come from Northern Europe.

……

Tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, and my little aunt with great powers and a figure comparable to a tender model is finally going to appear, and I am very excited.

When the little aunt comes back, maybe everything will have an answer. And I can learn the true wizarding heritage from her, if she is willing to teach me, of course.

The so-called law is not passed on lightly, and everything pays attention to fate.

The day passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was evening.

Just when I thought that I would be able to spend my life again and that I would not continue to kill, my uncle woke me up near midnight and led me to the room where the four white pigeon acoustic guitars were kept.

In the room, four acoustic guitars sit side by side at the base of the wall, each missing a string, the alto D, G, B, and treble E strings......

My uncle said that he bought the guitar to verify one thing, but now I finally understand what I want to verify.

Xie Wenyuan called him and told him that the remaining four people involved in Wang Fang's humiliation had all been wiped out by the strings!