Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 139: Four sounds 51

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. Therefore, although this recording studio is not large, it is actually full of everything.

There is a thick layer of carpet on the ground. The walls are professionally soundproofed and covered with a muffler sponge. Because of the need for a quiet relationship, there are no windows in the recording room. A wall separates the recording room into two parts, the inside and the outside.

The air here is cloudy, and the ground outside is full of things that the dynasty just knocked over. These are two chairs and some large musical instruments stacked outside, which seem to be scattered and seem to have no use value.

The outer room therefore looks extremely chaotic, and it is far from Song Shengsheng's clean and tidy living room and bedroom. For nine years, the smoke here is still lingering. There are still some obvious beats on the walls and the floor after hitting musical instruments or heavy objects. Traces left.

Lin Chen retracted her gaze from the wall and looked through the glass windows on the inner and outer partition walls.

The situation between the inside and the outside is completely different. The radio room inside is very clean and tidy, even the microphone stand in the corner. The music stands are neatly arranged in a row.

Xun Lian nodded to him, twisted his handle and walked into the room.

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.

There are two award-like things hanging in the frame on the back wall, and in the corner next to the frame, there are two dark gray semi-opening lockers.

The locker was about one person tall, and there were several baskets in the lower part of the place without the door covering. Lin Chen walked over and moved one out.

He found that the basket was filled with small musical instruments, such as sand hammers and triangle irons. Each basket also had corresponding labels. Although the time passed, the instruments were dusty, the labels faded, and the writing was blurred. Qing, but he can still feel Song Shengsheng's careful attitude towards these fragmented instruments.

Then he looked back at the pile of things in the corner of the room.

Whether it 's a broken guitar there, a worn out bass, or even things like drum parts, those big musical instruments are thrown away at random in the corner, as if the sound of Song suddenly appeared a personality split, creating two distinct Different characters.

Lin Chen put the basket back in place, stood up and opened the cabinet door.

The moment he opened the door, he rested his hand on the door and stood still for a long time.

He thought he probably found what he was looking for.

In fact, this is not true, because what he wants is not in this door.

Footsteps rang from the inside out and stopped beside him. Lin Chen felt a hand resting on his shoulder.

Xun Lian didn't say anything. He just put on his gloves, gently brushed the dividing line inside the cabinet, and said, "Brother Lu Xu, took a lot of CDs from here?"

"should be."

Lin Chen said lightly.

There were three layers of cds neatly arranged in the cabinet door in front of them, and Lin Chen's gaze moved to the lowest level, where it was empty.