Private home recording studios are of course different from regular recording studios, but Song Shengsheng's income is not bad and he can afford good equipment, so although this studio is not big, it actually has all the internal organs.
There is a thick layer of carpet on the ground, and the walls are professionally soundproofed and covered with sound-absorbing sponges. Because of the need for quietness, there are no windows in the recording room, and a wall separates the recording room into two parts: the inner and outer parts.
The air here is turbid, and the ground outside is full of things that the dynasty knocked down just now. Those are two chairs and some large musical instruments stacked outside. They look scattered, as if they have no use value.
As a result, the outer room looked extremely chaotic and far from Song Shengsheng's clean and tidy living room and bedroom. Nine years later, the smell of smoke lingered here, and there were still some obvious after hitting musical instruments or heavy objects on the walls and floors. traces left.
Lin Chen retracted his gaze from the wall, and looked inside through the glass windows on the inner and outer partition walls.
The situation inside is completely different from the outside. The studio inside is very clean and tidy, even with a microphone stand in the corner. Music stands are neatly arranged in a row.
Xing Conglian nodded to him, twisted the handle, and walked inside.
Lin Chen was still standing outside. He turned around and continued to observe the entire recording studio. Finally, his eyes fell on the back wall of the recording studio.
In the mirror frame on the back wall, there are two things that look like awards, and in the corner next to the mirror frame, there are two half-open lockers with dark gray doors.
The locker is about one person tall, and there are several baskets in the lower part where there is no door to cover it. Lin Chen walked over and took out one of them.
He found that the baskets were filled with small musical instruments, sand hammers, triangles and the like. Each basket had a corresponding label. Although a long time had passed, the instruments were dusty, the labels were faded, and the handwriting was blurred. Clear, but he can still feel Song Shengsheng's careful attitude towards these fragmented instruments.
Then, he looked at the things piled up in the corner of the room again.
Whether it's a broken guitar, a worn-out bass, or even a drum kit, those large musical instruments are casually thrown in the corner, as if Song Shengsheng suddenly had a split personality, resulting in two completely different types of musical instruments. different characters.
Lin Chen put the basket back in place, stood up, and opened the cabinet door.
The moment he opened the cupboard door, his hand was on the door and remained still for a long time.
He thought he had probably found what he was looking for.
In fact, it is not right to say that, because what he wants is not in this door.
The footsteps sounded from the inside out and stopped beside him, Lin Chen felt a hand on his shoulder.
Xing Conglian didn't say anything, he just put on his gloves, brushed the dividing line in the cabinet lightly, and said, "Brother Lu Xu, took a lot of CDs from here?"
"should be."
Lin Chen spoke lightly.
There were three layers of CDs neatly stacked in the cabinet door in front of them. Lin Chen's eyes moved to the bottom layer, which was completely empty.
People with many books at home should understand that when a certain cabinet is suddenly emptied after being filled with books for a long time, the place where the books are left will be obviously brighter than other places, so Xing Conglian brushes this kind of boundary between light and dark. Wire.
The CD at the bottom was obviously swept away, so the person who did this should be Lu Xu's eldest brother.
Xing Conglian's finger landed on the label placed on the side of the cabinet door, and he read softly: "From 2003 to..."
There is no word after "to" because nothing is written on the label.
"2003-2007." Lin Chen continued.
After he finished speaking, he took a CD from the top floor and opened it. The label on the CD read "2000.1.3, snow, garbage."
"Dynasty?" Lin Chen turned his head and shouted softly.
"Yes!" The young man stood up abruptly and shouted in response.
"Can you put this plate on?" Lin Chen handed it over.
Dynasty snapped his fingers, and he flipped Song Shengsheng's equipment for a while, and the singing immediately flowed from the pair of high-end speakers.
Although the singing voice flowing from the speaker was so far away, Lin Chen still confirmed that it was Song Shengsheng's song the moment he heard it.
After all, Song Shengsheng's voice is too personal.
Of course, Li Jingtian's songs are also very good, but in front of Song Shengsheng, they are completely unattractive. I don't know if it's temperament or something else that creates the difference between people.
Although Song Shengsheng seemed to be humming something casually in this CD, the moment his voice appeared, it seemed to light up the entire room.
Such a metaphor sounds a bit exaggerated, but at the moment when the singing poured into his ears, Lin Chen suddenly felt very happy, as if all sadness and nostalgia had been erased, leaving only pure joy.
Listening to Song Sheng softly humming the background music, Lin Chen looked at the dark gray cabinet in front of him again.
If the CD contains Song Shengsheng's songs, then the three-tier cabinets should be the music demos Song Shengsheng has made in five years or other music materials, and because the owner suddenly went to prison, so in the There is no year after "2003-".
So 2007, it should be the time when the label is not filled out.
If ten years ago, this cabinet was probably a treasure that fans flocked to, and singers and musicians might have fought hard to grab any song in this cabinet.
But today, ten years later, this cabinet CD is worthless, and probably no one will take a second look at these demos except for those fans who are still clocking in on Song Shengsheng's personal station.
Those neat plastic CD cases gleamed in the light, and the contents in the box might be rare treasures or worthless, and the value of the music all depended on Song Shengsheng's own reputation. Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt that this was a bit ridiculous. .
"CA company sent someone to take away Song Shengsheng's collection of samples, but they didn't take all of them, but kept some, why?" Xing Conglian said.
Lin Chen replied: "Of course there are many reasons, such as taking away these samples, they can use the music made by Song Shengsheng under someone else's name. Of course, this is for business; but it is also possible that in these samples of Song Shengsheng, There is something unspeakable recorded, so that when CA finds out, it must send someone to steal it."
"I don't understand!" said Dynasty.
"It's normal that you don't understand, because I don't understand very well either." Lin Chen took a deep breath.
Perhaps it was because the song floating in the dust was too soothing, Lin Chen closed his eyes involuntarily, Song Shengsheng slowly appeared in his mind, and he began to imagine the situation where he was wandering around in this recording studio.
Song Shengsheng would sometimes write songs against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room. If he thought his new writing was great, he might rush into the studio in his pajamas to make a demo. He will turn on a lamp and use a pen to make some revisions on the score. The things that satisfy him the most or have the most commercial value will be included in the album to meet with fans, and the rest of the music will be thrown in this cabinet by him. , shelved.
Occasionally, at very special times, he will also take out the CDs in the cabinet to listen to them, and then ignore these things for a long time. This kind of Song Shengsheng is the absolute real him that fans will never see. .
Song Shengsheng...
Lin Chen thought, if music can really guide something, then now you need to make these wonderful music, tell me, what exactly am I looking for, and how can I reverse the verdict for you, please tell me.
At that moment, the recording room suddenly became quiet, there was no sound, the vocals stopped, and the singing stopped.
Lin Chen opened his eyes, the blue fluorescent words on the player were still jumping, the CD was still playing, and the demo didn't end.
Then, he heard the door opening and closing. Someone walked into this room and told Song Shengsheng something about tomorrow's schedule. Song Shengsheng was a little angry. He said he was recording, and then asked the other party to get out. After the other party apologized leave again.
The person who entered the door is likely to be Song Shengsheng's manager...
Then there was another long blank tone. The door opened and closed. Song Sheng walked out of the studio and took something outside. After some subtle tuning sounds, a pleasant guitar sounded. Song began to accompany himself, and continued to hum the previous song. That tune.
After that, there are more beautiful pieces of music, which are already similar to the finished music, in short, Lin Chen can't hear the difference.
With Song Shengsheng's song, he looked at the pile of tattered musical instruments in the corner again.
The worn instruments were shrouded in a very dim light.
Lin Chen suddenly wanted to understand something. He stiffly looked for the figure of the dynasty in the room, and then said with some difficulty: "In the information you have sorted out for me, has the media reported that Li Jingtian has been to Song Shengsheng's house?"
"I... I don't seem to have seen such a report... But..." Wang Chao paused, looking hesitant to speak.
"But what?"
"Many artists from CA used to live in this large community, and CA's staff apartments are also here, including the dormitories of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo."
"So it's not suspicious that Li Jingtian was likely to frequent Song Shengsheng's apartment back then, right?"
Dynasty nodded vigorously.
Lin Chen leaned back, supported the mixer, and looked inside through the glass.
There is a clean log-colored floor there, the microphone stands by the side, and other than that, it is clean and dust-free...
After investigating this case until now, Lin Chen suddenly had the urge to not continue, and he was really going crazy.
"What's wrong?"
Xing Conglian instantly noticed his abnormality and pressed it on his hand, as if relieved.
"Dynasty." Lin Chen took control for a long time so that his voice would not tremble too much.
"Brother Achen, what do you want, say it."
"Bring in your computer and play a song."
"What song is it?"
"Last night, the song we listened to in the car, Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sang that song, what is illi's most classic song."
The dynasty was stunned for a moment.
Xing Conglian roared at him: "Go!"
The young people came and went like the wind, Song Shengsheng's singing suddenly broke in the middle, and after a while, the voices of Li Jingtian and Mu Zhuo sounded.
Mu Zhuo was singing in a low voice that Li Jingtian was accompanying him, the song was melodious and melodious, and after dozens of seconds, the style of the song suddenly changed, and an unbearable scream sounded, painful, depressed, desperate, that It is the most real scream. It makes people no longer believe that there will be any bright screams in the world. Those screams include men, women, old and young. They mix together as if all the maliciousness in the world is there. Instantly poured out, in addition to pain only pain.
The tears in Lin Chen's eyes fell at that moment.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Chen felt someone brush his cheek with the pulp of his finger, he looked up and saw Xing Conglian's worried dark green eyes.
He said: "In these screams, there are voices belonging to Song Shengsheng. Li Jingtian mixed Song Shengsheng's screams into his own songs and showed them to the world."