Haunted Places Live

A week later, in the old house, Chu Yang had his first nightmare.

In the dream, he, Song Shuliang, Chen Yi, Zhu Heze, and Su Yu were performing. The bar was very quiet, except for the rippling and changing light on the stage, the audience below was silent in the darkness, and their faces could not be seen clearly.He was holding the cello, Song Shuliang was playing the piano, Chen Yi was playing the flute, Su Yu was sitting behind the timpani and waiting, and Zhu Heze was wearing a gorgeous mermaid skirt, holding a microphone and singing a new song written by Chu Yang.

That was the first time they performed that piece in public.

At that time, they were already well-known in Bar Street, and a manager approached them, saying that they were willing to sign a contract with them and release their first album.It's just that before releasing the album, they are required to come up with a single, and it must be an outstanding single, if it is the best of all their works.Chu Yang worked hard for a month, and every time he finished writing, he felt bad and tore it up. He was so anxious that he couldn't sleep at night.Until a sudden inspiration broke out one night, and after a whole night of sleepless nights, he was the first to show it to Song Shuliang.He still remembered that when Song Shuliang played on the piano according to the score, the unprecedented emotion and sadness pervaded on his usually stern and expressionless face, and he even burst into tears at the end.Chu Yang was shocked because he had never seen Song Shuliang cry.A few of them even joked in private, asking if Song Shuliang didn't even cry when he was born, and he scared the nurse half to death with a poker face when he was born.

Song Shuliang has always objected to their performance of this piece, he said he thought the piece was too "excessive".But after the members voted, with a result of [-] to [-], he reluctantly agreed.

But Chu Yang still felt a little hurt.

Chu Yang has silently liked Song Shuliang for a long time, but he knew that Song Shuliang had a girlfriend, and even though they broke up, he should be a straight man, so he never dared to reveal it, and he only dared to stay in his shared small room in the dead of night I am secretly happy because of some small contacts that may not be meaningful during the day, and some friends care about each other, and I am sad because of some careless words of the other party.But this time, this song is just like his favorite child, it is what he thinks is the best work in the past few years, but Song Shuliang dislikes it so much.That feeling is like being slapped by the person you like the most.

Their performance went very smoothly, and Chu Yang could even vaguely see some people already wiping their tears.A few times before performing in front of the manager, a type A personality who has always been grumpy was speechless for a long time after listening to it, and even choked up. He ran to the toilet by himself and stayed for an hour before coming out. After he came out, he said, this song The song will definitely be popular all over the country.Chu Yang should have been happy in his heart, but an inexplicable anxiety always haunted him.

Like now, waiting for his solo, he sees the man's face again in the crowd in the trance of the lights.

That shadowy... man who always stalks him...

An uneasiness turned into a shiver and climbed up the tailbone, and he almost wanted to throw away the bow and run away.That man was always smiling at him, even though everyone around him fell into sadness under the infection of his music, that man still showed him that fanatical and obsessive smile, staring at him crazily.

Men are big fans of their band, his big fans, to be precise.Even if their band is not well-known, even if he himself is just a boring composer, even if his upright face, which can be regarded as above-average among ordinary people, is too dull in the entertainment circle full of beautiful men , even if he is the most gloomy existence in the orchestra... He doesn't know what the man is looking for in him, and how he got all kinds of private information about him, including his WeChat, mobile phone and address.No matter how many times he changed his phone number, how many times he re-registered his WeChat account, and how many times he moved, it didn't matter.That man would often stand downstairs, motionless and silent, looking up at his window.He also called the police, but the man returned after disappearing for a few days.

He was angry, and even rushed downstairs and grabbed the man by the collar and threatened him, if he appeared again, he would beat him to death.But the man just looked at him with a miraculously moved and obsessed expression, "You can do better. You can write better. They bound you. You are an angel!" You are an angel! You can write the music of God in Yellow, you have to liberate yourself!"

Every time thinking of those crazy words, Chu Yang felt like falling into an ice cave.

After Song Shuliang knew about this, he took a few buddies to beat up the man without saying a word, but the man couldn't stand up even though his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but his pair of fiery eyes still stared at him persistently. Chu Yang, who was standing in the distance, was still smiling with blood stained lips, his face was twisted ferociously, and his teeth were grim and white.

At that moment, Chu Yang felt that he might never be able to avoid this man.

After half a month, the man didn't show up again, but one day, Chu Yang received a package, and the sender didn't sign it.When the package was opened, it wasn't anything he'd ordered online, but a book with tattered paper and yellowing pages.

"The King in Yellow" is written in English on the cover of the book, and the content inside is also English, but it seems to be a relatively old English. Even if you have lived in Canada for nearly ten years, your English is as good as your second mother tongue. It will take some time for Chu Yang to read it.Fortunately, the book is not long, it seems to be a drama, but unfortunately some of the handwriting has become blurred because of being soaked in water or something.

Chu Yang was puzzled and suspected that he had taken the wrong package, but the address and recipient were both correct.

Chu Yang didn't finish the book, he only watched the first scene.Then he closed the book, feeling dizzy.

He wasn't quite sure what he had read just now, a nauseating feeling filled his throat, he wanted to vomit but couldn't, and there were countless tumbling and chaotic thoughts in his head.He had a self-preservation instinct that told him that he couldn't continue watching.He turned on his mobile phone and searched for the words "The King in Yellow", only to realize that it was a very famous script, and it was said that everyone who read it would fall into madness and self-mutilate.It's just that people say that this book was fabricated by some writers, and it doesn't exist in reality.

If it doesn't exist, what is it in his hands?

That night, Chu Yang wrote the song.He was sure he wasn't crazy, on the contrary, he felt his mind became clearer.Inspiration seemed to be suddenly opened up in an underground spring, and it spewed out endlessly.He suddenly became extremely focused, and there was nothing in his mind except the melody.At five o'clock in the morning, he finished the lyrics and music of that song, and then ran all the way to Song Shuliang's house without even wearing a coat, carrying the music score with his blood-red eyes.

His home is five kilometers away from Song Shuliang's home, and he didn't even think of calling a car.In retrospect, he seemed to have forgotten everything at the time, and just wanted to show Song Shuliang the melody so that he could listen to the melody he heard.

But now, on the stage, looking at the ghostly smiling, satisfied face offstage, he suddenly realized... Could this man have given him that book?

There was no time to hesitate, Zhu Heze had already sung to a climax, and his dolphin-like treble soared towards Yunxia.The next section is his cello solo.

Before he could back down, the bow in his hand had already been raised.He had a hunch that bad things were going to happen, very, very bad things, but he couldn't stop.The emptiest, loneliest, and saddest music in the world overflowed from his strings.Even people who don't understand music can instinctively perceive the nothingness rooted deep in the soul, the helplessness and nonsense that everything is meaningless and everything is doomed to end.From that music, you can see all the mistakes you have made in your life, all the love you have lost, and how many irreparable gaps you have. You can also see how pale and cruel the world is, and see the reincarnation of killing and hating each other again and again , seeing the hopelessness of the future.No matter how hard you try, you can only go to failure, to vulgarity, to irreversible aging and death. Those brilliant visions you had in your childhood have all turned into colorful bubbles flying in the wind, and they have been shattered one by one.

No one will love you, and no one is worthy of love. Life has no hope, but it is like a gnat, living and dying one after another, just to reproduce.

Then, the elegantly dressed beautiful woman in her fifties stood up slowly, with desperate sadness and self-loathing on her face, picked up the fork on the table, and inserted it into her right hand without hesitation. Eye.Then amidst the screams, she pulled out the fork with the eyeballs, and poked it into the bloody eye sockets again with more force, making a puffing sound.In this way, tirelessly, she poked a fork into her eye socket and into her brain again and again.When the guards rushed in, her eyeballs had already been shattered, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground.

It is said that she died before being sent to the hospital.

She was Chu Yang's first victim.

A series of frequent tragedies that followed also broke out after the release of their single, including sudden madness, mass suicide, killing the whole family, terrorist attacks...all of which were just because of one song.Not everyone will be affected by his music, about 80.00% of people just feel a kind of unbearable sadness and despair, maybe there will be depression for a few days, but the 20.00% of people who go crazy after listening to it are still Too much, far more than a normal song can cause mental damage to people.

That piece was promptly banned, and the band was ordered to disband.The original name of the song was also erased later, and it was not allowed to be mentioned or talked about anywhere. People gave it several nicknames-the real Black Friday, the song of death, and so on.

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Chu Yang opened his eyes suddenly, his T-shirt was soaked in cold sweat.He took a deep breath, and suddenly sat up with a jerk.He had already taken off his contact lenses, and his vision was a bit blurred, as if he saw a dark figure standing in front of the window.He quickly reached for the black-rimmed glasses on the bedside table and put them on, and looked again, only to find that there was no shadow, but his coat was hanging on the bedroom door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his nose with his arm, and looked around.

This is the room he lived in when he was a child, and Grandpa still keeps it as it was, not even the superhero posters he had taped on the wall when he was a child.With a low sigh, he sat up from the bed, grabbed the water glass next to the bed and gulped a few mouthfuls down his throat.

But at this moment, he heard a familiar voice say, "Are you satisfied now?"

Chu Yang shuddered suddenly.

He was too familiar with that voice, it was Song Liangshu's voice.

The problem is, Song Liangshu is dead.After the news of the six teenagers burning charcoal to their band's music, he swallowed drugs.

Chu Yang's heart was beating wildly. He looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

Is it a hallucination?

The author has something to say: The inspiration for the composition of Chu Yang comes from the legend of "Black Friday".