Chapter 14: Music type

Grand's van stopped in the narrow driveway, the front porch door had been pushed open, and it seemed that an old man had been waiting impatiently. ??? August 1 Chinese? Wen Wang. ww. 八 1zw.com ★
Hardy was just as agile as Old Hank. He quickly walked to the two Grand brothers who had just got off the car and looked up and down. "The wild guy of Grand Old Guy ?!"
It's really polite, but reasonable enough. Such older generations should know the real old Grande very well, because according to the old Hank's compulsory information, they used to be partners, companions who cleaned and cleaned various 'sites' together. The close relationship keeps them secret from each other.
Zac raised his arm and nodded slightly in the sunlight, showing a smile, "I am brother Zac, this is brother Benjamin."
With a wave of his hand, Hardy was obviously too lazy to pursue more things, and he was ready to lead the two into the house. "You're so slow! Hurry up and stay in the basement ..."
A half-boy of a man and a woman pushed open the door and stepped out of the front porch. The girl was obviously unhappy, and she had a fresh and beautiful face, while the boy frowned, following what he wanted to say and was afraid of causing the other party.
"Eddie!" Old Hardy yelled, as full of breath as Old Hank, but he didn't seem to be as indifferent to old Hank as he did, and asked aloud, "What are you doing!"
"Buy something!" Eddie glanced at the old man, and replied angrily. ?? ▲? Bayi Chinese website www.81zw.com ★
"Wait!" Old Hardy asked, "What are you going to buy?" Even if the little guy doesn't come, he's the guardian. He's responsible, but he can't let these little guys who leave the fake unattended. Run around!
Eddie was entangled, and Elena didn't want to bother going further and further. Old Hardy glanced at the two Grand brothers, a dilemma.
Zac shrugged and pointed to the room, "You said the basement."
Old Hardy nodded, pulled out the key, pulled the reluctant Eddie into his car, and moved, caught up with the girl with the face, and waited for the girl to get in the car and drove away.
Zach glanced at the disappeared car and pushed open the front door. There was no other feeling except that the little girl had a character.
Grande's two brothers glanced at the house, a very ordinary home. Various photos were placed on the walls and tables. It seems that old Hardy once had a big family. The bedroom on the second floor is empty except for the master bedroom, and Zac has not heard the voice of the hostess, it is estimated to be gone.
There was a little guy in the backyard who didn't know what to do. Zac was not very curious. He walked directly to the basement below the stairs and pushed open the door. A smell unique to the dormitory of a single young man came with dampness and musty. The vampire and Alpha waved their hands, driving this uncomfortable smell.
Old Hank's description of Woody is only one sentence, ‘That kid is a bastard, what ’s so hard to touch! ’
This is basically a summary of the background. In this house, where apparently only old Hardy lives alone, a basement is allocated to accommodate this guy who hates everyone. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? How annoying is Woody? I hate that there is a room on the second floor of Old Hardy, and I don't want to live for him.
The entire space in the basement is divided into two parts. The place leaning into the stairs is filled with debris, and the place inside is where Zac and Benjamin are now. In the middle, it is separated by a yellow curtain with a musty cloth curtain. After the curtain, a bed, a bedside table, a small square table, a bare-exposed-wash basin on the wall, and some that block the pipes on the wall Musical instrument.
Before Zack came, he asked Old Hank. Old Hardy felt that he didn't want the police to participate. Old Hank was too lazy to explain. Now Zak can see it by himself.
In the basement next to the metal simple bed with a water pipe, mushrooms grow at the foot of the cabinet, um, mushrooms. On the bedside table with mushrooms at the base of the cabinet, there is a small plastic bag that is not covered up at all, and there are a few pills inside. This is obviously not a prescription drug.
Zac pressed his nose to the nose, picked up the small plastic bag, and wobbled, "Do you think this is Smith's product?"
Benjamin took it and twitched his lips. "Maybe." He threw it back on the table and glanced around. "What are we going to see?"
Zac pursed his lips and fiddled with the integrated player on the bedside table. This bulky machine seemed to integrate radio, player, and recorder functions. Zac opened the door of the cassette, took out a black tape, and looked at the words written on the surface of the box with a marker, "'Blood Song'?"
Obviously not the album I bought in Lexing, I recorded it myself.
"Let's listen." Benjamin raised an eyebrow and looked at the instrument behind his eyes. "It looks like a bass player."
This is not good news for Zac. Among many genres of music, Zac doesn't like the genre of bass. Usually this means that in the music, there is a very inflammatory emotional dispersal to others. Yes, that's why Zack doesn't like rock.
The inflammatory music is considered by Zach as an abduction. Once the ear is caught by the melody, the listener is naturally instigated and infected by the venting emotion in the music. What is not kidnapping? I don't know where this unrecognized cognition came from.
We can only think that our vampires prefer to decide their own emotions, and do not want their emotions to be influenced by others. Perhaps this is why he prefers jazz without structural constraints.
Zac reluctantly pressed to play, and Benjamin didn't know what to watch. He crouched next to Zac and opened the door below.
When the sound of the first drum hammer strikes, Alpha pulls the vampire who wants to go away and check other places.
"What are you doing?" Before Zac's words were finished, Benjamin had opened his body and let the vampire's eyes fall directly on the neatly arranged row of red vials in the cabinet.
There is no transition. In the violent melody, Zac squatted down, frowned, took out a bottle, and swayed it. The thick red liquid was contaminated on the wall of the bottle, and then slowly slid down the wall. .
Zac pointed his finger at the mouth of the bottle. "The seal is good. Should I open it and see?"
"It's blood." Benjamin had already concluded that he no longer asked Zac, opened the bottle in the cabinet, felt deep, and took out a metal box.
Zac hesitated for a moment, put the vial down temporarily, and watched as Benjamin opened the box.
It is a disassembled, cleaned syringe, rubber band, and other debris such as alcohol for disinfection.
"What kind of stuff is this?" Benjamin frowned, not asking what was in his present box, but looking up at the player, glancing at Zac, and pulling the corner of his mouth. "It sounds like punk. "
Zac shrugged. He didn't know what Punk was. This was Benjamin's category.
"But I think they are imitating Goth." Benjamin twitched his lips. "Imitation is not very good."
Among the types of music that vampires don't like, Alpha has become an expert. (To be continued.)