Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 638 Pianist

   "I rely on..." The fool was startled.

  In the muddy and loose eyes of the male corpse, a stream of red-yellow translucent liquid was flowing. He squirmed on the ground for a while, and after a while, raised his eyes and looked at the two helplessly.

   "Can you help? I want to sit up."

  Baomu made a painful decision. He and the fool exchanged glances, and the two warily took a step closer to the male corpse who had spoken suddenly.

  I saw it more clearly this time.

  The man has dark skin and pale lips, his arms are tied to his chest, his sleeves are empty, as if he has no hands.

   "You... are you a man or a ghost?" The fool yelled vainly.

The male corpse lying on the ground sighed, "I should be dead... Actually, I don’t know what’s going on now. I remember I saw the ghost who came to pick me up. I was talking to him. The sad part... suddenly came here, do you know what's going on?"

  The two shook their heads.

   "Then how did you come here? It was also brought by ghosts?" The man looked at the two curiously, "Could it be the netherworld?"

   "We...we came here by ourselves."

"I came here by myself?" The man was a little surprised. He looked at the two in a friendly manner, changed to a comfortable side-lying position, and then said, "It's amazing... You look exactly like the living, how did you die? Violent? Killed?"

   "You just died! We are alive!" The fool was cursed inadvertently, and shouted.

"Living?!" The man's eyes were about to stare out, "Live...No, I'm dead, you can see me, so you are also dead, maybe you died too suddenly, you all I didn’t notice, it’s okay, just accept your fate, death is the end..."

   "Fine, stop talking," the fool stopped the man impatiently, "What's the matter with you? How did you die? Where's your hand?"

  As soon as he mentioned his sadness, the man’s eyes had tears again, and he sighed, "I was killed by someone."

   "Hmm." The two waited calmly.

  The man was surprised to find that the two were not surprised, "Aren’t you surprised?"

   "To be precise..." Baomu reached out and pointed at the man, "If you did this by yourself, then we would be surprised."

  The man thought about it, so he sighed again, “I’m a pianist, you guys don’t seem to pay attention to this line...but, that might be a bit conceited, and I should be considered a well-known pianist.”

  嚯, is a celebrity.

  The fool and Baomu exchanged a slightly surprised look.

  No wonder those two people came to such a place to throw their bodies.

   "Who killed you?" the fool asked.

   "Dai Lili, and her boyfriend," the man's tears stopped, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes, "Dai Lili, you should know each other..."

  The two shook their heads blankly.

  The man's expression was complicated, and he continued, "Dai Lili is a female star, quite famous."

   "Oh oh." The two little turtles showed innocent expressions.

"Dai Lili is also a pianist, but her level is very poor. At least her level is very poor now. She hasn't practiced much since she became famous... Then, there will be a big concert later, and Dai Lili will be there. Playing "Wraith Fire", huh, ridiculous...Uh, "Wraith Fire" is a relatively difficult piece, you may not understand..."

  They did not understand, but now they understand.

"Of course, it's not difficult for me, but for Dai Lili, who has not practiced the piano systematically for three or four years, it is almost hell-level difficulty. Everyone in the circle has an attitude of watching jokes, and the same is true for me. , But I didn’t expect that she actually found me and asked me to cooperate with her in the fake bomb."

  A touch of disgust was added to the anger, and the disgust in the eyes was even deeper.

   "Fake bomb?" A word that broke through the imagination of the two appeared, "Is it like a fake singing?"

"Yes, but lip-synching usually plays recordings," the man explained. "Dai Lili can't play recordings because she is performing live performances. If the **** rhythm and accompaniment do not match, it will be exposed, so she I thought of cooperating with fake bombs, she was performing in front of the stage, and I was playing in the backstage. If her **** made a mistake, I could improvise to modify the eight-beat melody to a version centered on her fingering, so that it appeared to the audience She not only has the ability to play "Wraith Fire", she can even innovate the original version. This is Dai Lili's original idea."

   Both of them were stunned. This wave is really long-sighted and long-sighted.

   "You won't agree..." Baomu said slowly.

  "How could I agree?!" The man's muddy pupils suddenly stared, "This is a blasphemy of piano performance! It is a blasphemy of "Wraith"! I can't imagine anyone can come up with such a method..."

   "So she killed you?" The fool remembered the appearance of the poor woman, "because of this?"

"It's like this," the man raised his eyes and traced back. "We heard early in the morning that Dai Lili's boyfriend had a dirty background, that is...we had a lot of messy circles. Dai Lili had a private chat with me about fake bombs. I turned it down. Later...that night, I went home from the studio and was forcibly dragged into a car, and then taken to a house."

   "Just tie you directly? This is too lawless..." The fool saw the man's eyes and closed his mouth.

"There are a lot of people there, they all seem to be drunk, or they are drunk, Dai Lili and her boyfriend are also there, a group of abnormal people, her boyfriend put a knife in my hand, forcing me to agree to a fake Play, otherwise I’ll pick up my tejin, so I can’t play the piano anymore..."

  The fool and Baomu were already sitting next to the man, listening to him quietly.

  The man paused and swallowed the tears welling up in his eyes.

   "I didn't agree," a proud expression appeared on the man's face, "Even if I die, I can't betray the piano. Those people don't understand, and those people don't deserve to play the piano."

  "But...then why did they kill you in the end?" Baomu felt a little bit painful.

"Didn't I just say that, a group of them are drunk and mad, and they are already unconscious," the man said helplessly, "the knives are too sharp, they didn't control it...maybe they didn't control it at all. They chopped off my hand."

   "After...you..."

   "After that, my blood ran out," the man tilted his head, "and then I died."

  "Why didn't they save you?" Baomu couldn't believe it.

   "Dai Lili is a public figure. It might be better for them to let me, a widow, die quietly than to get into trouble."

  (End of this chapter)