Chapter 214: Records

Murder House No. 44 in the morning.

Although the bright sunlight still couldn't shine into this gloomy mansion, Shen Yanyan was very satisfied, after all, in the summer, the sun has become unfriendly since eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

Being able to work in such a cool and natural environment is a blessing for workers.

Shen Yanyan drank shrimp and crab porridge while flipping through the script on his mobile phone. The costume conspiracy drama that He Yuan gave her last night was called "Sixteen States of Power", which is quite domineering when you hear the name.

Today, Mr. Ming asked someone to bring breakfast, and he was full of praise on WeChat for Shen Yanyan to live peacefully in the murderous house for two nights.

Mr. Ming said that he was already looking for the next buyer of the house, and asked Shen Yanyan to live as safely as possible during this time.

If there is a distinguished guest to come to see the house, Shen Yanyan will receive it if he is free, and there will be an additional commission.

Shen Yanyan was actually quite curious about how the Taoist priests and sleep testers who came before were scared away by the ghosts.

The ghosts' routines and people are reversed, and many ghosts are resting at this time.

However, they are not afraid of the sun, but it is similar to staying up all night for them during the day.

After Shen Yanyan received Mr. Ming's message, she grabbed the hanged ghost who was standing behind her and "stayed up late" to read her script and asked, "There should be many people who want to challenge to stay in this murderous mansion for one night, right?" ”

"Why didn't they stay all night?"

"I don't think you're very fierce, and you're pretty easy to get along with."

If these words are heard by other Taoist priests who have entered the murderous house, they will probably be dizzy, they are all here with the purpose of atheism or practice to exorcise ghosts, how can they have the courage to fool ghosts to work in the underworld.

It is even more unimaginable to mingle with ghosts like Shen Yanyan.

The Hanged Man: "I didn't expect you to be so good, not only did you not oppose us, but you also introduced us to work in the underworld and obtain super qualifications." ”

Shen Yanyan, who was said to be "good people", smiled: "What about those who had an accident?" I've heard that there have been several murders in this murder house, and many people have gone crazy. ”

The hanged ghost nodded: "There are many evil ghosts who can kill people, and the ghost mother-in-law and the female ghost in red are representatives." ”

"And some people are really not good at psychological quality, not frightened, and they are scared out of mental illness when they are frightened by us."

In fact, there is another reason why the hanging ghost didn't dare to say, in this house, the heaviest evil on his body is Shen Yanyan, which is simply the life of the Heavenly Demon Lone Star, except for the arrogant evil ghost like the ghost mother-in-law, everyone doesn't want to provoke.

Especially after knowing that Shen Yanyan could attract thunder tribulation, she didn't want to provoke her, some ghosts in the house were not good enough, and being struck by lightning was not a joke.

The first night of the hanged ghost was really boring, and it saw that Shen Yanyan was more comfortable in the house than they were at that time, so he wanted to answer her.

Who would have thought that this diaphragm should put himself in, and the hanged ghost expressed regret.

The hanged ghost glanced at the script in Shen Yanyan's hand again: "Sister Shen, what do you do?" ”

Shen Yanyan: "I'm an artist, and my usual job is to act in TV series and movies, but they are not important roles, this is the first role I got with many scenes." ”

"It's the film and television dramas you watched last night, all of which were performed by artists according to scripts, which are similar to the drama performances of your era."

The hanged ghost heard Shen Yanyan's words and understood: "We also had movies at that time, but they were in black and white. ”

"Then you should have a lot of fans!" The hanged man's tone was tinged with envy.

"I also thought about being a singer and releasing a record before, and I wanted to become popular and liked by a lot of people."

"My first show was at the Grand Hotel, the biggest in our city. The audience was full of people, and the eldest lady who came back from the city sent me a flower basket. ”

"What excites me is that I have held two more performances in a row, and they are both full."

Shen Yanyan didn't expect to look at such a sloppy, dry and split hair hanged ghost, who used to be a beautiful male singer in the last century, her eyes lit up: "That's good!" And then? ”

The hanged man's expression was much calmer than usual, and he continued: "I was so proud that I asked a famous composer at the time to write songs for me, and I found a professional to record it for me. ”

Shen Yanyan was deeply attracted by the story of the hanged ghost: "You didn't have a recording studio like you have now, right?" How did you get the record recorded? ”

The eyes of the hanged ghost are full of reminiscence: "After so many years, some memories have faded away, but I remember the scene of recording the record very clearly." ”

"There were three brass horns pointed at me, and I was nervous, I felt like I was being pointed at three cannons."

"I remember wearing a black top hat with a shaky brim."

The Hanged Man laughed to himself at this, and his heart was filled with the excitement of recording for the first time.

"These loudspeakers pick up my singing and transmit it to the machine's metal diaphragm."

"The diaphragm is equipped with a carving knife that engraves the waveform of the sound on the disc."

"I heard the gentleman who carved the disc say that the disc is made of wax, and its name is the master disk."

"Sir said that after special treatment, this master plate can be made into a metal template."

"Those batches of records are pressed out of metal stencils."

Shen Yanyan hadn't learned about this aspect yet, but when she heard the hanged ghost say this, there was a picture in front of her, and her mood also became excited with the description of the hanged ghost.

"I waved my hand and asked my husband to make me a hundred records."

The hanged man sighed:

"I never expected that it was this thin record that crushed my family."

Shen Yanyan felt strange: "Didn't you sell it?" Aren't you showing to a full house? ”

Suddenly she had a conjecture in her mind.

The hanged man shook his head: "No one wants to give it away for nothing." ”

"My fourth performance, in a big hotel in the province, when I was on stage, suddenly a group of people drove me off the stage and beat me up, and asked me to pay back."

"Only then did I realize that the crowd was full of money from my father, and I actually sang very badly."

"My father died before my fourth performance, and the family property was calculated by relatives, and I performed in the provincial capital, without knowing it, and I didn't even see my father for the last time."

"And my invitation to perform in the provincial capital was made by my relatives in collusion with the owner of the provincial hotel to deceive me."

"The balance of my record has not been finished, and I was pestered by the record company to ask for money, so I emptied all my belongings and barely paid it back when I got rid of my heirloom wrench."

"I ended up penniless, holding a box of records and not knowing where to go."

(End of chapter)