quadruple sleep

Chapter 34

Nian Baixiao somehow felt that this feeling was familiar.

That is, what Lu Nanshen said made him feel, but how to describe it specifically?Nian Baixiao was at a loss for words and couldn't describe it.

After seeing Shanghangsi's look of "Look, I said you have strong hands", Nian Baixiao suddenly remembered the word: green tea.

He glanced at Lu Nanshen displeasedly, but he was really good at pretending.

"The tapirs are all slaughtered." Nian Baixiao knocked on the table.

The sharp point is meant to remind Hang Si not to be fooled by Lu Lucha's "innocence", and also remind Lu Nanshen not to pretend to be so weak and delicate, he doesn't believe it.

Lu Nanshen's mood was not to mention how stable, he put his face in one hand, and told, "Its death has nothing to do with me, it was killed by itself, and at most I just took local materials."

Nian Baixiao narrowed his eyes slightly, did he kill himself?How could he be so unbelievable?

Didn't he have never come into contact with that kind of tapir beast? Although it is huge in size, it moves swiftly and killed itself?Ah.

Hang Si couldn't understand Nian Baixiao's "grievance", so after talking about it, the story will be over.She got back to the topic, but just like what Nian Baixiao had just grasped, she even thought of the most crucial point——

"The reason why you were not in the lounge before the fire was related to the clues released by the murderer in advance?"

The arc of Lu Nanshen's mouth slightly retracted, he sat up and leaned against the back of the chair, the streamline of his spine was slightly tense.

Yes, because he got the clues ahead of time.

But at that time, Lu Nanshen didn't know that it was a clue released by the murderer.

After the rehearsal, everyone went back to the waiting room, but Lu Nanshen "got" a gift.

An exquisite little gift box with a white background, tied with a very eye-catching red bow.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but when he opened the box and saw the USB flash drive inside, he vaguely realized the weirdness of the matter.

There was nothing in the USB flash drive, which was the conclusion the police came to after they got the USB flash drive.

But before that, Lu Nanshen heard it.

He heard a bone whistle.

Faintly, like a voice coming from a distant place.

It must be a whistle. About this, Lu Nan deeply believed in his ears, what sound came from what, or how it was produced. His judgment since childhood was not wrong.

It can be said that it is a whistle, and the sound is obvious and unusual.

A whistle made of a special material.

"To be exact, it's a whistle made of special animal bones." Lu Nanshen emphasized softly.

Of course, the particularity of the whistle is more than that.

"The other party blew a seven-bar tune." Lu Nan paused, and then added, "It's part of the Ode to the Soul."

I blew a short part of the soul ode with the bone whistle, and the pitch of one semitone is different, so that small part of the song has a different feeling.

What does it feel like?

Every time Lu Nanshen thinks of the piece of music played by the bone whistle, he feels very uncomfortable.

It has nothing to do with the other party's unauthorized modification of the tune, it's precisely that semitone-like sound that makes this uncomfortable feeling grow from the bottom of my heart, and it grows like grass.

Someone once commented on Lu Nanshen's Soul Ode in this way——

When you see the world, you know awe, when you see all beings, you know compassion, and when you see yourself, you know your way back. This is all the three views in life.

It is the most powerful voice from the universe.

This is also the origin of the Soul Ode movement.

Ode to the Soul is divided into three major movements, and the themes are precisely the heaven and earth, all living beings and oneself.

But the murderer used the modified tune to tell Lu Nanshen that there was something missing in the soul ode.

Lack of crime and blood.

The most gorgeous flowers can bloom only when seeing evil, and mandala can grow only in the blood.

If you want to see the world, all beings, and yourself, you must first see darkness, sin, and blood.

This is why Lu Nan feels deeply uncomfortable.

It reminded him of the rats hiding in the secret passage, dirty and savage.

Not his soul ode.

He rejects such soul odes.

After listening to the song, Lu Nanshen received an anonymous phone call. The other party's voice was processed, just like the tampered tone, which was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Don't you think Soul Ode has a soul only if it is stained with blood?
……

Hang Si's spine shuddered when he heard this, openly provoking it.

Lu Nanshen's eyes were dark and gloomy, like a haze that couldn't be shaken off, oppressing one's breath."I remember every word of that sentence," he said.

An ode to the soul stained with blood.

That's why the whistle made of that special bone material has a gloomy air when it is blown.

Two sentences before and after the murderer.

The last sentence is——

The game begins.

When Lu Nanshen realized that something was wrong, the lounge had already caught fire, raging fiercely, the orchestra he was proud of, and his musicians who played the soul song to the extreme, groaned in pain in the fire , Struggling hard, like being in an endless hell and unable to escape.

So much so that until now, Lu Nanshen's heart has remained in the endless hell, and he has never been freed.

Later, the police checked the USB flash drive, and naturally there were no clues.

It's not that they couldn't hear it, but that it was set to be automatically destroyed after the content inside was played, but there was really no evidence left.

But every note of that tampered piece of music remained in Lu Nanshen's mind.

"Did you just change one sound?" Hang Si asked puzzled.

Lu Nanshen, "Yes, just one sound."

Hang Si was stunned. A huge symphony piece changed its temperament just because of one sound, which is really amazing.

Nian Baixiao was quite curious, "What's the sound?"

Hang Si also wanted to know.

Unexpectedly, Lu Nan shook his head deeply, "I can't reproduce it."

This made Nian Baixiao and Hang Si look at each other, Nian Baixiao raised his eyebrows, "You are a musical genius!"

In other words, can there still be notes that you can't reproduce?

"In the past two years, I have tried all musical instruments and non-instrumental instruments, as long as I have tried anything that can produce sound, but that note cannot be reproduced by any instrument."

He has also done quite a few bone whistles, again, to no avail.

He even said that the sound from the bone whistle he found in the past two years was just a whistle, very sharp and loud, very unusual sound.

Hearing this, Hang Si closed his eyes and thought for a while, telling them to wait, she got up and went back to the house.When he came out again, he had the bone whistle in his hand, put it on the table, and asked Lu Nanshen, "You have blown this bone whistle before, is it it?"

"No, but it's very close." Lu Nanshen took the bone whistle on the table, gently stroked it with his slender fingers, and frowned slightly between his brows.

Such a Lu Nanshen is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

"Remember what I told you about the whistle?"

Hang Si felt that his eyes were as soft as doves.

It's still the kind of dove that is released in the temple, with pure and pure eyes, not stained by the dust of the world.Who can such a person offend?Who could be so cruel to hurt such a pure boy?

She nodded slightly, saying that it was actually a sacrificial vessel.

"I didn't say it in detail before because I was afraid to scare you." Lu Nanshen pushed the bone whistle in front of her and put his fingers on it, "Its predecessor should be the blood whistle, and the changed note can only be played by the real blood whistle. "

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