Chapter 497: Chapter 359
Composition!
There may be cases where the lyrics elevate a song, but for most songs, composition is far more important.
Why is folk music at the bottom of the music hierarchy? The direct reason is its simple composition and arrangent—basic chords can suffice.
Though “Night’s Seventh Chapter” boasts incredible composition and arrangent, the power of its lyrics shouldn’t be overlooked.
“The sound of a driverless carriage, a midnight visit, evil under the Victorian moonlight, a bloody opening, a vanished pistol, a charred cane, a lting wax figure, who’s not present.
“On the jewelry box, the symbol of illusion, leading to the alley of contradictions he built, evidence perfectly buried, taunting at the corners of Scotland Yard’s mouth.”
Mo Mo watched Wu Mu on stage, noticing his slightly puzzled expression as he began to sing.
She felt a subtle familiarity in the style and lyrics of Wu Mu’s song.
Then, when Wu Mu sang about the bloody opening, a flash sprung in her mind; her face lit up with surprise, “Wu Mu is singing about Bellmos the Detective! His lyrics completely correspond with Bellmos the Detective’s thes!”
“The bloody opening corresponds to Bellmos’ first case ‘A Study in Scarlet,’ also the beginning for Bellmos and his assistant Watson! The vanished pistol is ‘the Gibson case’ from the Thunder God Bridge Mystery! The charred cane is ‘the Red-haired Association!’ and the wax figure for ‘the Empty House,’ ‘the Crown Gem Case!’
Blue Star also has Sherlock Hols, though the na differs slightly.
It’s widely known; Mo Mo is a detective enthusiast, having showcased her detective skills early on at ‘Star Agency,’ and later adopting a detective code na on ‘Masked Singer.’
She is well-versed in various detective novels.
She looked at Wu Mu with delight: does Wu Mu also secretly enjoy detective novels?
Or is there… a slight influence from her?
Mo Mo’s pulse quickened a notch; it’s no wonder she imagined it—never heard before that Wu Mu liked detective novels, and to align lyrics with the entire Bellmos Detective series obviously took great effort.
Not only do they match detective novels, her keen observation and book knowledge quickly revealed sothing off about the stage design.
While singing about the pistol, a dancer mid firing a gun; singing about the cane, a dancer picked up a cane from the ground.
There were other corresponding elents…
“Aside from matching Bellmos, Wu Mu’s lyrics narrate a complete detective story!” She trembled all over.
Those around hadn’t noticed this initially, but her revelation led them to quickly see the truth.
Yi Junxi’s face darkened; though earlier leaving the stage felt distanced, Wu Mu’s song seed like the final nail in the coffin.
And it wasn’t over yet.
As Wu Mu turned with the dance moves, his voice suddenly shifted.
“If evil is a dazzling and cruel lody, I will personally write its finale.”
“Dawn’s light dries the last line of sorrow; black ink stains serenity.”
Soprano!
He employed his voice transitioning technique to sing in soprano!
And the voice he used… was just like Mo Mo’s when she sang the climax of “Reef!”
The contestants and audience below felt a tingling voltage run through their scalps instantly.
This was too comprehensive!
A true all-rounded warrior!
Strong composition, strong arrangent, strong lyrics, strong stage design, strong singing, and novel elents!
Yue Qinglan sat with her face hidden behind a veil, her expression unclear, but her steady grip on the handrail and intense focus on Wu Mu revealed her inner turbulence.
Zhang Xuezong also kept his gaze on stage, but had ti to speak, “Now I understand why Liang Jun favors him; so young, yet so skilled at songwriting… a representative piece no less than the top-tier ‘Reef!'”
And the kind you hear live to appreciate without waiting for ti to fernt!
Having been privy to Wu Mu’s show and often seen him perform, Liang Jun was much calr, “Indeed strong, but… he’s written several equally strong songs—not just one, but two, three… four or five!”
A myriad of songs flashed in his mind; for a mont, he lost count of how many there were.
This made Yue Qinglan unable to contain herself, “Four or five songs!?”
Zhang Xuezong also looked over, surprised.
Liang Jun smiled, “Personally, I feel there are about four or five… haven’t you been following him at all?”
“Just heard so rumors.” Zhang Xuezong hesitated to admit he had dismissed Wu Mu thinking he was a traffic-driven singer and associated that with the current low-quality internet buzz songs.
Yue Qinglan genuinely hadn’t heard of him; Zhang Xuezong sotis browsed online and played with phones, but since retiring, she had entered a sedentary life.
If not for being invited this ti, nor Liang Jun’s introduction prior, she wouldn’t have known such a strong young talent existed in the circle.
And not just one; Mo Mo had also given her a great surprise earlier.
While shocked below, Wu Mu was already nearing the second half onstage.
“Facts can only pierce through soil without footprints, a subtle fragrance of flowers abrupt, deliberately conspicuous attire.”
“Everyone wears masks for different reasons and lies; motives only have one na called desire.”
“Crossing human nature’s mire, can anyone truly stay clean, we can forget, forgive, but must know the truth.”
“Night’s Seventh Chapter’s story isn’t complex; the detective and assistant investigate, suspecting a culprit, and progressively unravel ends via clues, eventually discovering the assistant as the real criminal, but it’s too late as the assistant murders him.”
“I hear footsteps, the predicted soft leather heel, he pushes the door and the evening wind sways the kerosene lamp, for a mont, the typewriter stops at the murderer’s na, I turn, Westminster’s night sky, begins to boil.”
“Blooming on my chest, vibrant death, I savor this last sweet truth, reflecting that justice is simply quietly extended, violin at the Thas.”
Wu Mu was suddenly knocked down by a dancer beside him, limp on the ground.
Everyone below felt a jolt, unsure whether due to surprise or lyrics imrsion.
The stage lights gradually dimd.
But the music accompanint didn’t fade away; Wu Mu’s voice echoed faintly from the darkness.
“If evil is a dazzling and cruel lody.”
“I will personally write its finale.”
“Dawn’s light dries the last line of sorrow.”
“Black ink stains serenity.”
The stage fell completely dark,
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(Thirty-minute revision)
“Crossing human nature’s mire, can anyone truly stay clean, we can forget, forgive, but must know the truth.”
“Night’s Seventh Chapter’s story isn’t complex; the detective and assistant investigate, suspecting a culprit, and progressively unravel ends via clues, eventually discovering the assistant as the real criminal, but it’s too late as the assistant murders him.”
“I hear footsteps, the predicted soft leather heel, he pushes the door and the evening wind sways the kerosene lamp, for a mont, the typewriter stops at the murderer’s na, I turn, Westminster’s night sky, begins to boil.”
“Blooming on my chest, vibrant death, I savor this last sweet truth, reflecting that justice is simply quietly extended, violin at the Thas.”
Wu Mu was suddenly knocked down by a dancer beside him, limp on the ground.
Everyone below felt a jolt, unsure whether due to surprise or lyrics imrsion.
The stage lights gradually dimd.
But the music accompanint didn’t fade away; Wu Mu’s voice echoed faintly from the darkness.
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