Red-yellow translucent liquid flowed out from the male corpse's cloudy and blurred eyes. He squirmed on the ground for a while, and after a while, he raised his eyes and looked helplessly at the two of them.
"Can you help me? I want to sit up."
Baomu made a painful decision. He and the fool exchanged a look, and the two of them took a cautious step closer to the male corpse who suddenly spoke.
This time I could see it more clearly.
The man's skin was blue and black, his lips were pale, his arms were tied to his chest, and his sleeves were empty, as if he had no hands.
"You...are you a human or a ghost?" the fool yelled falsely.
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 messenger who came to pick me up. He and I were chatting.
The sad place... suddenly came here, do you know what happened?"
The two shook their heads.
"Then how did you get here? Did ghosts bring you here?" The man looked at the two of them curiously, "Isn't this the underworld?"
"We...we came here on our own."
"You came here by yourself?" The man was a little surprised. He looked at the two of them friendly, changed to a comfortable lying position on his side, and continued, "It's amazing... You look exactly like living people. How did you die? Violent
Killed?"
"You just died suddenly! We are alive!" The fool was cursed inadvertently and yelled.
"Alive person?!" The man's eyes almost popped out of his head, "Alive...no, I'm dead. You can see me, so you are also dead. Maybe you died too suddenly, and you are all dead."
I didn’t notice it, it doesn’t matter, just accept your fate, death is the end…”
"Okay, okay, stop talking," the fool stopped the man impatiently, "What happened to you? How did you die? Where are your hands?"
When he mentioned his sadness, tears filled the man's eyes again. He sighed, "I was killed by someone."
"Yeah." The two waited calmly.
The man was surprised to find that the two of them were not surprised, "Don't you find it surprising?"
"To be precise..." Baomu stretched out his hand and pointed at the man, "If you were acting like this yourself, then we would be surprised."
The man thought so, so he sighed again, "I am a pianist. It seems that you don't pay attention to this field...but, saying this may be a bit conceited. I should be considered a well-known pianist."
Oh, it's a celebrity.
Fool and Baomu exchanged slightly surprised looks.
No wonder those two people came to a place like this to dump their bodies.
"Who killed you?" the fool asked.
"Dai Lili, and her boyfriend," the man's tears stopped, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, "You should know Dai Lili..."
The two shook their heads in confusion.
The man had a complicated expression and continued, "Dai Lili is a female star and quite famous."
"Oh." The two little bumpkins showed innocent expressions.
"Dai Lili is also a pianist, but her level is very poor, at least now, she has not practiced much since she became famous... Then, there will be a large-scale concert in a while, and Dai Lili will be there.
Playing "Will-o'-the-Wisp", huh, it's ridiculous... Well, "Will-o'-the-Wisp" is a relatively difficult piece of music, you may not understand it..."
They really didn't understand, but now they do.
"Of course, it is not difficult for me, but for Dai Lili, who has not practiced piano systematically for three or four years, it is simply a hellish level of difficulty. People in the circle are laughing at it, and so am I.
, I just didn’t expect that she actually found me and asked me to cooperate with her in the fake bomb.”
There was a hint of disgust added to the anger, and the disgust in his eyes was even deeper.
"Fake playing?" A word that broke through the imagination of the two people appeared, "Is it like lip-synching?"
"Yes, but lip-syncing usually involves playing recordings," the man explained. "Dai Lili can't play recordings because she is performing live. If the fingering rhythm and accompaniment don't match up, her secret will be revealed, so she
I thought of playing with the fake playing. She was performing in front of the stage and I was playing in the background. If her fingering made a mistake, I could improvise and modify the eight-beat melody into a version centered on her fingering, so that it would appear to the audience
, she not only has the ability to play "Will-O-Wisp", she can even innovate on the original version, which was Dai Lili's original idea."
Both of them were stunned when they heard this. This wave was really informative.
"You won't agree..." Baomu said slowly.
"How could I agree?!" The man's cloudy pupils suddenly widened, "This is a blasphemy for piano playing! It is a blasphemy for "Will-o'-the-Wisp"! I can't imagine that someone can come up with such a method..."
"So she killed you?" The fool remembered the appearance of that pitiful woman, "Just because of this?"
"The thing is like this," the man raised his eyes and traced back, "We heard early on that Dai Lili's boyfriend has a very dirty background, that is... he is involved in a lot of messy circles. Dai Lili had a private chat with me about fake bombs.
I refused, and later...that night, when I came home from the studio, I was forcibly dragged into a car, and then taken to a house."
"Are we just going to tie you up like this? This is too lawless..." The fool saw the man's eyes and closed his mouth.
"There were a lot of people there. They all looked drunk or high. Dai Lili and her boyfriend were also there, a group of abnormal people. Her boyfriend put a knife in my hand and forced me to agree to leave.
Play, otherwise you will pick on my hand tendons and make me unable to play the piano again..."
Fool and Baomu were already sitting next to the man, listening to his story quietly.
The man paused and swallowed the tears that welled up in his eyes.
"I didn't agree," a look of pride appeared on the man's face. "Even if I die, I can't betray the piano. Those people won't understand. Those people don't deserve to play the piano at all."
"But...then why did they kill you in the end?" Baomu felt a little distressed.
"Didn't I just say that a group of them were drunk and intoxicated, and they were already unconscious," the man said helplessly. "Those knives were too sharp, and they didn't control them well... maybe they didn't control them at all.
They cut off my hand."
"After that... you..."
"After that, my blood dried up," 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. Rather than getting into trouble and letting me, a lonely man, die quietly, it might be easier for them to handle it."