The voice of the drama was clear and loud, but it always felt that something was missing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There is no instrumental accompaniment." Jin Ling'er thought about it and found a more important point, "She has no feelings." ”

If there is no emotion in singing, no matter how desperate the singing is, it will only give people a creepy feeling. It's like being in a death KTV box, the MV removes the accompaniment, the color on the screen is changed to black and white, and the singer is as emotionless as reciting poetry, and whoever is locked in it will drive crazy.

[I can't do it, I'm going crazy]

[Ahh I can't resist it, I'll turn off the sound for a while]

[Which one is this singing?] 】

[When did she stop singing, you shouted me to turn on my voice again]

[Ghost show? 】

[I'll only serve this singing agency tonight!] 】

[When I hear a ghost show at night, I'm going to have a nightmare] (pink)

[This is the legendary ghost singing opera? ] (Powder)

[My freshly curly hair was scared straight] (pink)

……

"Ghost show? Boss, have you ever heard of ghost shows in the past? The wifi man was so frightened that his legs and feet were weak, and he forgot to struggle for a while, and he was stuck in the soft membrane and didn't dare to move.

"I've never heard of ghost singing, and I haven't heard any of my seniors mention it, so I don't believe in the idea that there is such a thing as a ghost singing. But tonight's drama made me a little creepy. ”

Fang Yan stared at the end of the dim corridor with a calm face, the searchlight of the hydra could only illuminate the edge of the "well", it seemed that it was not made of hard materials, but the same soft film ground that Erzhu had sunk into, it was a soft material full of elasticity.

It's a pity that it's too far away, and the source of the sound is the deep underground of the deep well, I don't know how many meters.

"Haixin, are there any opera experts in the military division, listen to what genre of singing this is? It shouldn't be a pear orchard. ”

Fang Yan squinted slightly, "Liyuan is a royal opera training institution built in the era of Li Longji, and there is no such thing as 'Liyuan opera' in Wu Zetian's era. ”

"Could it be the middle or late Tang Dynasty, where other emperors ...... this kind of ghostly " Haixin said halfway through, realizing that the words were inappropriate, "Other emperors brought a kind of opera into Qianling?" ”

"It's unlikely. I suspect it's something else. Fang Yan vaguely thought of a certain point, but he was not sure yet, he wanted to hear the opinion of the military advisor first.

At this time, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and the number of people in the live broadcast room ushered in a record high, finally exceeding 3 million!

Among the 3 million people, dozens of opera experts and enthusiasts can still be found.

But they came to the same conclusion - they had never heard this kind of singing!

Unlike before the Tang Dynasty, there was no such singing method after the Tang Dynasty, although this tune is very delicate, but there is really no trace.

"Look---Ann Ann Ann...... Corpse...... The daily flow of vomiting and vomiting and vomiting Qi Yun ......"

The piercing female voice was endless, and there were not a few words, but the broken sentences and procrastination were extremely complicated, tortuous and tactful, and everyone who heard it had a nervous breakdown.

"I see!"

Fang Yan's mind flashed, and his mind opened:

"Isn't there a tape recorder under that soft well?"

"Tape recorder? Boss, don't you kid, okay? I've got a headache, don't make me laugh. ”

Erzhu was completely speechless, and expressed sincere contempt for Fang Yan.

"Don't be in a hurry to laugh yet, listen to my analysis. Turn off the ambient sound and just listen to me. ”

Fang Yan gave his freshly baked reasoning in full:

"First of all! I must be clear, I absolutely don't believe in the statement that ghosts sing, if I am a female ghost, I will either ask for my life directly, or I will leave after robbing the sex, how can I sing with you, this foreplay is too much, right? Secondly, the experts have said that they can't analyze which era of opera it is, and they are not to blame, no matter how good the experts are, it is impossible to label people by listening to a few words.

Excluding all possibilities, I think of a class of people - peers! ”

"Other grave robbers?" Lord Wei looked confused.

"That's right, and I speculate that he should be a tomb robber who likes to listen to dramas, and he is probably older."

"Boss, won't you tell me that a senior has touched Qianling before and left the small tape recorder he carried with him underneath, right?"

"It's entirely possible, and it's possible, that both the man and the tape recorder are planted underneath. It shouldn't have been long, a few months ago, and it only happened a few weeks ago, because the battery is still charged, and it can still be played. ”

"And then because of the sudden little earthquake here, the tape recorder down there was just as much as I did, and I accidentally touched the switch button, and it happened to be with our audience up there...... The switch was turned on. ”

Er Zhu followed Fang Yan's analysis step by step, and found that it was almost impossible for the argument to be established.

The barrage said that he didn't believe it if he was killed:

[That's, isn't it? How can it be so coincidental? 】

[If it's really the sound of the tape recorder, I'll eat the tape live]

["Time slows down...... "Guess the title of a song] [Father]......

[Father] [Father] ...... [Oh, son is good]

[Didn't you say that Qianling had never been stolen? 】

[Wu Zetian's tomb has not been stolen, and there are a few burial tombs in the Qianling Tomb that have been moved]

[It didn't take much effort for our Taiwan and the enemy Taiwan to enter the Qianling, proving that other tomb robbers had also entered]

[The anchor went down and turned off the radio, and the noise died]

……

Fang Yan originally wanted to stick to his point of view, but he accidentally found that the song below seemed to return to a familiar passage:

"Ka! Pillar - Filthy Woo Woo...... Sneer...... Dead ......"

"Shhhhh Fang Yan waved his hand and continued to listen:

……

"Look---Ann Ann Ann...... Corpse...... The daily flow of vomiting and vomiting and vomiting Qi Yun ......"

……

"It's like singing back and forth for four sentences, repeated four times."

Fang Yan awkwardly approached the Hydra and apologized to the audience:

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. It shouldn't be a tape, I don't believe in any play that is infinitely repeated in four sentences. ”

"So what's going on? Could it be that there is really a female ghost singing below? Er Zhu was helped up from the soft membrane by Lord Wei, and he took a dozen steps back with palpitations.

"Pomegranate dress?" Fang Yan didn't answer the question, still listening attentively.

"What pomegranate dress?" Jin Ling'er asked, tilting her head.

"That's it...... The last little piece of 'corpse...... The daily flow of vomiting and vomiting and vomiting Qi Yun ...... 'Sing quickly, isn't it a 'pomegranate skirt'?" ”

"It seems like that's really the case." Jin Ling'er sang silently several times in her heart, and the more she sang, the more she felt like it.

Because the singing voice of opera always splits simple syllables into very complicated parts, sometimes the pronunciation of a Chinese character is split into three or four parts, and the tone of each part is different, and young people who do not often listen to opera feel like listening to heavenly books.

Fang Yan motioned for everyone to stop talking, and after waiting for half a minute, the song looped to the last sentence again, and this time everyone heard it clearly:

"Open the coffin and inspect the pomegranate skirt?"

"That's right, that's it. If you bite the words in the first few sentences, read them faster, and the first sentence is 'Look at Zhu Chengbi's thoughts'! ”

The more Fang Yan spoke, the more excited he became, but the more he spoke, the more he had a headache, "I don't understand at all, why is the little song sung by the woman below exactly "Ruyi Niang"?"

"Didn't the fat brother just recite "Ruyi Niang"? Will it ......?" said Xiao Nizi, who was frightened by the surprised expressions of several big men, and hurriedly stopped.

"Could it be the 'Echo of the Underworld'?"

Fang Yan originally wanted to use only the word "echo", but in order to create an atmosphere in the live broadcast room, he forcibly changed it to "Echo of the Difu".

"Have you ever heard of the Echo Well?"

Like Lord Wei, who couldn't give any reference advice, suddenly popped out three words - echo well.

"What the hell is that?" Fang Yan was aroused.

"One year I was in the snow in Jilin to participate in field weight training, when I fell into an ice cave with a few comrades, and there was an echo well inside, and if you sang a song into it, it could change the tune for you, and it would echo dozens of times." (To be continued.) )