I went to hell after passively coming out [live]

Qiao Mengxing put away the button, and used the No.1 sub-camera again.

There is a little clip on the back of this shot, and he clips the black feather to the collar so that it can be overlooked.

After getting ready, the two returned to the campus lake they had just passed.

The old man in white was still sitting there playing the erhu, his benevolent eyebrows did not seem to be colluding with evil spirits at all.

It was breakfast time now, and there were not many passers-by in the bustling campus lake just now, but even so Qiao Mengxing did not dare to relax, he was afraid that the audience from Yongqing University would come to meet him by chance.

Ji Dongsheng gave him an OK gesture, and he conjured a handful of feathers out of thin air like a magic trick, and with a wave of his hand, the feathers drifted everywhere with the breeze, encircling Professor Li inside.

It is said that ravens can steal sunlight, and that is what Ji Dongsheng did. He removed the light from the place surrounded by crow feathers, like a black cloth covering people in the dark night, no one would notice it.

Only now did Qiao Mengxing approach Professor Li with confidence.

At this moment, Li Yonghua suddenly stopped playing. After a short rest, he took out a sesame paste pancake from the cloth bag next to the chair for his breakfast.

This Professor Li is also quite famous, but his performance at this time is no different from that of the uncle next door. The packaging bag of that cake is also printed with the name of Yongqing, a century-old shop that is very popular among middle-aged and elderly people. It has a breath of life, not like art at all.

Qiao Mengxing was startled by his actions at first, and he was relieved when he saw him start eating cakes.

There was always something wrong, even when Qiao Mengxing faced the female ghost, he was not so frightened by the slight movement of the other party.

Qiao Mengxing waited quietly for him to finish his breakfast, and then quickly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

"Excuse me, are you Professor Li?"

"There are a lot of Professor Li in this school, which one are you looking for?" Li Yonghua clapped his hands, removed the sesame seeds from his hands, and asked with a smile.

"Professor Li from the Music Department, the one who also attended the Spring Festival Gala." Qiao Mengxing was very polite.

"That's it, he's just a bad old man, don't call him a professor." Li Yonghua put the erhu and qin bow aside, and took out a small folding stool, "Sit down, what can you do with me. "

"It's like this..." Qiao Mengxing considered his words, "I have a friend who is your favorite student."

"You mean Zhang Jiao, it's really a pity for this child." Li Yonghua's face changed slightly, and the expression of regret did not seem to be fake.

Li Yonghua's job is to engage in folk vocal music. Playing human musical instruments is just his hobby. Zhang Jiao is indeed his favorite student. Not only does he have a loud and clear voice, but he is also more talented in emotional investment, and can even make the audience empathize. Effect.

"I have always wondered about the cause of her death. Who wants to ask you to help me answer it. I hope it won't disturb you."

"It's okay, it's okay, if I can help, it's good deeds, just think of me as the last thing I do for her." Li Yonghua behaved very kindly.

However, Qiao Mengxing is an extremely sensitive person. In just a few words of conversation, Li Yonghua has already shown his flaws.

When he was watching in the dormitory building, he heard a passer-by say that Zhang Feng had been here for a long time, at least for several days, and it was impossible for Li Yonghua, who was the teacher of the deceased, not to know about it.

He is now acting as if he never knew. If he is really as kind as he is on the surface, he will definitely tell Zhang Feng everything he knows, but in the conversation with Zhang Feng, Li Yonghua did not intervene in this matter at all. thing.

He said before that he would send this student abroad, but why did he remain indifferent after his death?

What Li Yonghua said to him now is all an afterthought.

Qiao Mengxing knew it in his heart, but he didn't show it on the face, and continued to chat with Li Yonghua.

"Zhang Jiao, did she have any emotional abnormalities before she died?"

"That's not true. I'm also very puzzled why I suddenly can't think about being alone..." Li Yonghua sighed, "Her talent is really good."

Talent, Qiao Mengxing captured the key words.

"Do you know that she gave birth before marriage?"

"I know, but it's their young people's business. She thinks very clearly and will not ruin her future for the sake of the child. Zhang Jiao told me that with her mother helping to take care of the child, she still wants to continue studying."

"That's it..." Qiao Mengxing changed the subject, "Actually, I have another purpose for coming to you."

"Oh?"

"I'm also in the media. I finally got to meet you and want to do an interview, is that okay?"

"I am an old man, what is there to interview?" Li Yonghua smiled and waved his hand.

"It's about your research on human musical instruments. Netizens are very curious." Qiao Mengxing said.

Hearing this, Li Yonghua felt a slight sense of pride on his face. In the field he is good at and passionate about, he is happy to say more.

"It is said that music has no borders, but music is really divided into different classes." He straightened his back, and finally got a bit of a professor's style.

"In my opinion, the sounds made by musical instruments are the lowest level, and the upper level is the sound of nature, such as the sound of water, raindrops, waves, birdsong and wind. These different sounds are intertwined. Is it also a piece of music?" Professor Li began to talk eloquently.

"Yes, I heard that some people have anxiety and insomnia, and they will listen to these ambient sounds and white noise to relieve them. What is the most advanced?" Qiao Mengxing asked.

"It's human, and the human voice is the most beautiful." Professor Li's tone became a little fanatical: "Those who like to raise parrots and let them learn to sing and talk, have they ever thought that the human voice is a universal instrument? , Different languages, different vocal ranges, different tones, the sounds we can make are all kinds of strange.”

Li Yonghua started a live performance while talking.

He patted his thigh for a few beats, and then imitated the bleak erhu music just now, as a prelude.

When Li Yonghua really opened his voice, the drumbeats of his hands and feet gradually became denser, and an astonishing technique slowly emerged from his mouth.

He was able to make two different sounds at the same time.

Although it sounds scary, in fact, many experimental musicians can do this, but none of them can soothe the soul like Li Yonghua. He polished his voice very mellow, and the two sounds are intertwined without any abrupt feeling. Instead, it is as harmonious as the gurgling water and the raindrops falling into the water.

Not only that, but even the sound of rubbing clothes and shoes stepping into the mud can become a unique accompaniment.

Qiao Mengxing only felt that his whole body was floating, as if he was in a natural environment with abundant water plants, and he came back to his senses at the end of the music.

"Hehehe, how's it going? You still need to play an ensemble of instruments, but you only need one to complete it." Li Yonghua sang a song and was in a good mood.

"Forgive me for not being able to find words to praise." Qiao Mengxing smiled.

"Actually, it's nothing. Many people, including you, must have hummed while beating the beat. It's just that you didn't pay attention to it, let alone raise this matter to the scope of art. I just noticed that most people don't It’s just something to pay attention to.”

"I admire you."

"Old man, I hit it off with you. It just so happens that I have a public class in the afternoon, which is about human musical instruments. Do you want to come and listen?" Li Yonghua invited.

"Of course it's something you can't ask for."

If you ignore the real purpose, the conversation between Qiao Mengxing and Li Yonghua was actually quite pleasant. The two made an appointment to meet in the afternoon, and then went about their own affairs. Li Yonghua still has a class to attend later.

Qiao Mengxing watched Professor Li go away, and then began to look for Ji Dongsheng.

However, he searched and searched, but he couldn't find it.

A whistle caught his attention, and Qiao Mengxing looked up, only to find Ji Dongsheng sitting on a branch.

Ji Dongsheng jumped down and walked around Qiao Mengxing several times

"like very much?"

"what……"

"The song that the old man sang just now."

"It's really awesome."

"..." Ji Dongsheng squeezed his throat, a little dissatisfied.

What kind of song is that, obviously his voice is the best, especially at dawn and dusk, the singing that symbolizes pain and death will scare the village women and children into hiding in the house, the broken song just now has a little deterrent effect nothing.

Quack, quack, how nice it sounds, and full of power.

"Now I really think there is something wrong with Professor Li. If I continue to get close to him in the afternoon, maybe I can find out something." Qiao Mengxing interrupted Ji Dongsheng's narcissism.

"I think that old man has a problem too." Ji Dongsheng said, "Whenever he mentions something he's interested in, it's like he's insane. He even shakes his head after singing a song."

"That's investment."

"Anyway, he's abnormal." Ji Dongsheng was right. When Professor Li was excited, he felt a familiar force.

The two wandered around Yongqing University casually, and searched for the trace of the black-robed mage for a while, and the time soon reached the afternoon.

Qiao Mengxing wore a mask and a hat, hid in the crowd of students very low-key, and attended Li Yonghua's open class as agreed.

He tried to find some clues in this open class, but unfortunately, this time Li Yonghua seemed quite satisfactory. Although the class was very exciting and there was constant applause after the end, Qiao Mengxing didn't hear what he wanted.

When the crowd dispersed, Qiao Mengxing stopped Li Yonghua who was packing up the textbooks.

"Listening to your class is really insightful."

Li Yonghua was a little surprised when he saw Qiao Mengxing: "So you are here. I didn't see you in the crowd before. Sure enough, people are old and their eyes are blurred."

"There is nothing like you..."

Before Qiao Mengxing finished speaking, a dull sound of falling to the ground instantly ignited the screams of passers-by.

Another person jumped from the roof.

And this time, it happened to be in the building where Li Yonghua was.

"It's a crime." Li Yonghua sighed immediately, and stopped looking at the corpse in the distance.

Qiao Mengxing knew that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with Li Yonghua, so he had an idea, and immediately pretended to be frightened, and his breathing became short of breath.

"Are you okay?" Li Yonghua asked hurriedly.

"It's okay... just a little scared, did Zhang Jiao leave like this... I'm sorry, I can't accept it when I think of my friends." Qiao Mengxing clenched his fists: "I'm sorry to lose my composure."

Li Yonghua saw that Qiao Mengxing was shaking all over, and he didn't look like he was okay, so he said, "It happens that my office is not far from here, so I'll go get you a cup of hot water."

Qiao Mengxing followed behind him, and finally found something unusual.

The closer to Li Yonghua's office, the stronger the strange smell.

Kind of like...formalin...

The author has something to say:

Brother Chicken: Sing a little love song for you~quack, quack~?

Mr. Qiao: (I get a headache from singing)