The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

— humming.

"Hello?" Amuro glanced at the screen and answered the phone, "The case is solved?"

"It's resolved, how is that guy's situation?" Matsuda Jinping asked.

"It's almost asleep." Although he was forced to fall asleep, the culprit, Anshitou, didn't feel any guilty conscience. "His condition is not serious. After a quiet rest, he will be alive and well. What are you looking for from me?"

Matsuda Jinping should be in the deceased's room now, on the same floor, and the other party's matter is over.

If you are worried about Qiu Zeyao's situation, you can take a minute to come over by yourself, there is no need to call him.

Sure enough, Matsuda Jinping smiled inexplicably and said, "I remember that you played the bass well, right?"

Amuro Toru's bass is still because of Zhu Fujing Optics, and it has been more than ten years.

The current level is estimated to be a block away from the twenty-five-year-old Zhufu Jingguang. Matsuda Jinping suddenly asked this question, he thought in his heart, and modestly replied: "Just a little understanding."

There was a loud noise on the other end of the phone, and it was vaguely discerned that several people who did not know were talking, and the specific content could not be understood clearly.

Matsuda Jinping: "Anyway, you come here first and tell you the specifics in person."

The other party hung up the phone, Amuro frowned, and the other party's tone almost directly showed malicious intentions. With his understanding of Matsuda Jinping, he knew there was definitely a hole in his hair. But what's going to tie Beth down?

He vaguely had a bad premonition.

He guessed here that the atmosphere in the deceased's room was unusually low.

The young man with pigtails and letters tattooed on his face looked solemn and indignant: "This is our last performance. If we let that unprofessional guy come on stage, it's better to disband now!"

"Well, Ah Jin is just taking this performance too seriously, and the words are not appropriate..." The woman with pink highlights rounded up the scene for him.

Ah Jin clenched his fists, the young man with red long hair patted his shoulder, and smiled bitterly at Matsuda Jinping, who was leaning against the load-bearing wall: "I am very grateful for Officer Matsuda's kindness, but just like Ah Jin I said it. Although it’s very unsatisfactory to end like this, but compared to this, we don’t accept the flaws in the well-prepared performance.”

Matsuda Jin spread his hands evenly: "I don't care. Didn't you say that? The contract has been signed. If you cancel the performance, you will have to pay liquidated damages, but you have no money, so I kindly found someone to help you."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the inch-headed girl behind. The latter folded her arms and slowly blew a bubble. The chewing gum was broken and stuck on her face, and she rolled her tongue into her mouth, "Look what I'm doing, I'm just telling the truth, of course it's great to have ideals. But the premise is that you have money. If you don't have money, you will be a fool."

She looked at the different expressions of the three of them and pouted, "Forget it, I'd be happy if you insisted on it anyway. It was only because of the original sentiment that I kindly helped."

Matsuda Jinping snorted and clapped his hands: "So this kind of philosophy is not in harmony. Whether you want to be ideal or have to eat is indeed a problem. No wonder you are reduced to the point of disbanding."

"Zhenping..." Idahang was a little helpless, his old classmate was good everywhere, but he spoke very straight.

Three of the other four people present were the ones they saw at the top restaurant at noon. The TG group member who will perform tomorrow night, and the lady chewing gum is their previous lead singer and guitarist, and the current lead singer is this time. victims.

So at the beginning, the most suspicious person was undoubtedly the former lead singer, but later it was confirmed that it was just a frame-up. The real murderer was the bass player in the band. He and the former lead singer were ex-boyfriends and girlfriends with the current lead singer. According to his last It seems that they are very dissatisfied with both relationships. Therefore, he did not hesitate to kill his current girlfriend and then frame his ex-girlfriend in order to kill two birds with one stone.

The result was overturned.

This situation was completely speechless. The bassist tried to escape when he saw what happened. Matsuda Jinping directly punched the scumbag, making him unable to get up again.

Heartwarming…

So the band encountered another problem, that is, the performance tomorrow night.

The lead singer's words were easy to handle, but the bassist and the others couldn't find anyone else for a while.

What's more, this performance is the last time their band will be on stage. They chose to call the curtain at the place where TG performed for the first time, and with the idea of ​​a good start and a good end, they announced their disbandment after the performance.

The originally good plan turned into such an embarrassing situation because of the bass player.

The three of Ah Jin's faces turned red and white, and they were speechless.

The red-haired guitarist tried to save some face: "We...we are still very popular, and a lot of people have invited us to perform."

The former lead singer sneered: "Yeah, regardless of pay, as long as you can go on stage, the level is not very bad, who doesn't like philanthropists?"

The keyboard player Ah Jin stomped his neck, "Our dream is to let everyone hear our music!"

Incumbent lead singer: "It's nice to say, in fact, no one wants to let you on stage because the asking price is too high, and you don't want to go to the streets or bars, you feel that you are not worthy of your status as great musicians."

"Wow..." Matsuda Jinping turned to Date Hang and whispered to himself, "That's why it's fake, I thought - uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! What are you shooting me for, squad leader?"

Date Air is about to become a dead fish eye: "Occasionally take a look at the atmosphere, Zhenping."

Can't you see the faces of those few people?

Now he is also reminiscing about it. The other party's previous remarks are probably pretending, waiting for the two of them to persuade them, and then reluctantly agree to make a helpless attitude.

That's why when the police wanted to take them to make a transcript, they declined and said that they would wait a few days before going there. It was inconvenient and busy now. I guess they had already made plans to stick to the performance no matter what.

The old bottom was completely lifted, and the atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing.

Fortunately, Amuro finally arrived. He knocked on the door, and when he saw the three people, he immediately realized, "The deceased is the lead singer of their group."

He still remembered the face on the promotional board. After comparing them one by one, he raised his eyebrows, "The culprit is a bass player, so that's why he asked me if I could play bass."

Matsuda Jinping nodded indifferently and said, "Yeah, I originally wanted to help them, but people said they didn't want unprofessional guys to tarnish their performances, so it still counts as—"

"Please help us!" The guitarist slipped and knelt in front of Amuro Toru on the spot, holding his hand with lightning speed, with a sincere expression, "Or are you interested in the band, we are missing you Excellent bass player joins!"

Toru Amuro:…

He glanced at Jinhei Matsuda in confusion, who had already turned his head and held on to Date Hang's shoulder until his whole body trembled with laughter.

Amuro said politely: "No, I have no particular hobby for music, I can only live up to your love."

"Then at least tomorrow's performance, please help us!"

Amuro took a step back without a trace, with the same smile: "It's better to think carefully about such an important thing as a performance, after all, I'm just an amateur."

"Pop..." The new lead singer blew another bubble, "It's enough that your face is not amateur."

Now the audience's pursuit of handsome guys is terrible. As long as they are handsome enough, even if they fail to sing and dance Rap, they can become popular. If there is a handsome guy in TG, they will not be so mixed up.

The three of them didn't react when they were exposed, probably because the can was broken, and looked at Amuro Toru with burning eyes, "Yes, if there is another way out, who would be willing to disband! Although we are fake, our love for music is serious! "

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to do charity for three years. At least the original intention has not changed, and it is considered very powerful in a certain sense.

Matsuda Jinping laughed enough and coughed: "It's better for you to give up if you go to your face. My friend doesn't like to show his face in public. Even if I help you perform, it is limited to technical support."

Amuro Toru nodded in the eyes of their confirmation: "It is true."

The three suddenly slumped. The guitarist tried to struggle: "Is it really not possible? At that time, there will be many people who will like you, you will become an instant hit, and you will get fame and money."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Amuro refused flatly. He didn't intend to agree to perform on stage. "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The guitarist subconsciously retained, "Wait a minute!"

The pink-tinted drummer said, "Can you try this score?"

Whether to dissolve or not, put it aside for now, the top priority is to complete the performance tomorrow night. Otherwise, the three of them will be in debt and eat dirt.

It doesn't require how high the opponent's level is, as long as there is no mistake, it is enough to keep up with the rhythm and play the whole song.

Of course Amuro refused, and said politely: "My level is only acceptable, you might as well ask others, there will always be more suitable candidates on such a big island."

The guitarist smiled bitterly: "But time is running out, and even if you find someone who can play, it won't help you if you don't have a high level, but if you have a great level... Our group is just a little famous, not to mention we will soon Disbanded, the other party has no reason to help, and…”

"We don't have the money to pay," said Ajin, the keyboard player.

Their level can only be regarded as medium. The five people have cooperated for so long before they have a tacit understanding. If they join strangers rashly, if the level of the other party is similar to theirs, it may be worse, and the rhythm is not good. The level is higher than theirs and can be stable. The people who take them with them obviously won't help for free.

Rather than looking for it now, it is better to seize the moment and start practicing as early as possible.

So we treat him as free labor, right?

Amuro Toru was speechless, Matsuda Jinping hooked his neck and pulled him aside, and whispered, "Really not? I think it's quite interesting."

Amuro Toru: "You guys just want to see my jokes."

Matsuda Jinping refused to admit it: "How is it possible, I really sympathize with their experience. And we have arranged a good performance tomorrow night. After looking forward to it for so long, in the end, whether it is cancelled or they reluctantly come on stage, they will be disappointed. "

"Looking forward?" An Shi revealed dead fish eyes, "Why don't I know who is looking forward to it?"

Matsuda array said flatly: "I am."

Toru Amuro was about to leave, but when he was pulled back, Matsuda Jinping said, "Well, I think A is looking forward to it, and so does Yang Xi. The two of them read the promotional board several times."

Amuro revealed a thoughtful look, A-Jun was sitting next to him, he wasn't staring all the time so he wasn't sure. But Qiu Ze Yao on the opposite side seems to have seen it.

Matsuda Jinping let go of his arms, and Amuro Toru was able to straighten his waist. He turned to look at the nervous three people, and pondered for a moment: "Please show me the sheet music, and the bass, please show me too."

"Eh? Oh, okay!" The keyboard player hurried to the bass player's room.

Amuro took a few glances at the score handed by the drummer, put it aside, he quickly entered the state, and played the first note after simply getting used to the feel.

The blond-haired youth's eyes were lowered, and a deep, bright, warm and gentle, jumping and powerful timbre jumped out of the opponent's fingertips, and the 8/8 beat was steady and accurate. Thumb plucked with palm mutes, slaps, and glissandos, but later on with simplicity, with few phrases more complex than eighth notes. However, with the use of clever rest and staccato, the rhythm of the performance is not reduced but increased.

He only memorized and played one paragraph, and looked up at the four with blank expressions: "I'm not very good at melody and rhythm. If I really want to take the stage as a member of the band, I still need to practice more overall coordination. , what do you think?"

The lead singer shrugged and took the lead: "No problem."

The other three also returned to their senses and nodded.

"A little bit?"

"Amateur?"

"The level is only acceptable?"

The three of them looked at each other, all seeing each other's despair.

They even believed it to be true, and they were too modest! If the bass player who was just taken away had this level, would they be able to laugh in their dreams?

The guitarist knelt down again, with tears in his eyes: "Do you really have no intention of joining the band?"

Amuro Toru smiled slightly: "Sorry, really not."