Hearing the word "God of music", he and Ma were not calm.


    Is it true that the legendary police will naturally encounter relevant clues? Or does the world also have the principle that extraordinary forces attract each other?


    He Ma was about to continue to ask, and Beichuan shaxuli first said, "did you also dream of the God of music? Remember, did your father give you a blue pill like cod liver oil? "


    Dongchushun shook his head: "No."


    "When you eat, did your father prepare the food? Is it possible for him to go down to dinner for you? "


    "No. Recently, I bought Bento and brought it back to my family for dinner. I buy my own Bento and eat it myself. "


    Dongchushun answered in detail, and then asked with a confused face, "what''s the matter? Do I have this dream because my father gave me that pill? "


    "No, if you really eat, you shouldn''t just see the God of music in your dreams." Beichuan shaxuli said.


    At this time, he ma handed over all the power of questioning to Beichuan shaxuli, who was more familiar with the God of music, and sat beside him to support the scene.


    Unexpectedly, Beichuan shaxuli stepped on the foot of the horse under the table and gave him a wink. The meaning was obviously "don''t let me ask alone".


    He ma then asked, "what month and date did your father start playing urb songs in your house? What month does the nightmare start on? "


    "I can''t remember. I can''t sleep well recently. My spirit is very poor and my memory is declining seriously. The whole person is so confused. President RI Nan has always been concerned about my state. I still made mistakes in the work of the student union, which has added trouble to the President..."


    The sudden mention of sunanli food made and Ma frown slightly.


    RI Nanli cuisine used to be a reader model and almost became an idol. Theoretically, it may also have something to do with the God of music.


    HEMA: "don''t talk about RI Nan. It has nothing to do with her. Keep talking about nightmares. The God of music, what does he look like? "


    Although he ma didn''t see any works about kesulu after crossing, he was quite familiar with kesulu in his last life. Maybe he can determine whether the God of music has anything to do with kesulu through the description of dongchushun.


    It better not matter, it better be just some kind of hypnotic music.


    In this time and space, since there are fierce men who can parachute in the flesh, there are poems that can improve combat effectiveness when read out at the right time, and there are music that can make people''s spiritual power explode, naturally there can also be music that can hypnotize people.


    Dongchushun closed his eyes, recalled for a moment and began to describe: "the God of music... I can''t see it clearly in my dream. It is hidden in a blue fog. There is a high tower in the fog, a tower like Tokyo Tower..."


    Frowning with the horse, tower?


    The dream description was more and more like kesulu, so he and Ma interrupted dongchushun''s unfocused description and asked, "did you see irregular geometry in your dream?"


    Dongchushun shook his head: "no, only the fog and the tower, and the God of music hidden in the fog. The whole environment is very gloomy and terrible, and there is a whine like a ghost... "


    Beichuan shaxuli suddenly asked, "since the God of music is hidden in the fog, how do you know where it is?"


    Dongchushun was stunned: "eh? This... I just know, I don''t know why. "


    He waved his hand with the horse: "dreams don''t make so much sense. Continue to answer my question, do you smell the smell of sea in your dream? "


    "No." Dongchushun said decisively.


    "Have you seen living creatures like goats?"


    "Not at all." Dongchushun shook his head again, and his expression became more confused. "Should I see these?"


    And Ma shook his head and asked another question: "did your father shout the God of music when listening to urb music?"


    Dongchushun nodded, "yes. When he shouted, he was very enthusiastic and loud, and his neighbors protested. "


    In Japanese society, the endurance of ordinary people is generally very high. If they can''t stand it, no one will come to the door to protest.


    And Ma said, "it seems that your father''s words and the pressure brought to you by his behavior stimulated you to have this dream. You fear the God of music that makes your father crazy. You don''t know what it is. That''s why you have such a dream. "


    Talking nonsense with Ma casually, but thanks to reading some messy books in my last life, this nonsense is still like that.


    Maybe he has been with yuzao for a long time, and he is used to interpreting abnormal events in a scientific way.


    Beichuan shaxuli whispered, "do you still know how to interpret dreams?"


    And the horse touched her leg with their thighs under the table.


    Beichuan shaxuli shut up.


    At this time, shinrinai shimoto raised his hand: "well, senior, can I speak?"


    And Ma: "Oh, of course you can, my beautiful schoolgirl."


    Because of his strange tone, Beichuan shaxuli frowned at him.


    Shimoto Chennai took out a tape from his schoolbag.


    Dongchushun''s face changed when he saw the tape. He reached for the tape and was about to throw it. He was caught by the horse.


    "Calm down, go east and listen to the truth. It''s not too late to throw it away." And Ma stared into Dongchu''s eyes and said in an indisputable tone.


    Dongchushun''s tight expression relaxed slowly. He took a deep breath, and then put the tape back on the table.


    And Ma looked at the cover of the tape plastic box. It was obvious that the tape was not produced by a regular manufacturer. The pattern printed on the cover was very rough, but they could barely recognize that it was the lead singer of the urb band that Ma and Ma met at the death pit disco that night.


    Shimoto Chennai opened the tape box and took out the folded Lyric Book stuffed inside.


    This lyric book is also very rough. It''s almost like printing with that old ink printer.


    No, if you look at the lyrics carefully, they are still handwritten, which is what is printed by the old ink printer after handwriting.


    This tape, from the inside to the outside, has a smell of "I am irregular, I am an illegal publication".


    "Tongsheng senior, look at the lyrics." Shimoto Chennai said to and MA in honorific words, and at the same time, he scratched and pulled on the lyrics with his fingers, and finally stopped on one of the lines.


    And Ma saw the keyword "Tokyo Tower".


    Beichuan shaxuli pointed to another lyrics: "the fog is here."


    And Ma found another sentence: "demons and monsters are whispering, swallowing my courage."


    "It seems to be a song about ghost ridden Tokyo," Kitagawa said


    He ma couldn''t help looking at the title of the song and found that the song was actually called "dust skeleton magic Beijing".


    This song has the same name as an AVG game I like very much in my life.


    The creator of the game "dust skeleton magic Beijing", I heard this song when I was young and was deeply impressed, and then I made such a game when I grew up?


    He ma ignored the memory of his last life and said to dongchushun with a serious face: "you just listened to this song. Although you didn''t pay attention to the lyrics, the lyrics have left an impression in your subconscious mind. You don''t have evil spirits or anything. It''s just a very ordinary day with thoughts and dreams at night. "


    Dongchushun was obviously relieved.


    It seems that he Ma''s entry has worked.


    Dongchushun carefully asked HEMA: "so I can sleep well as long as I don''t listen to this song?"


    "It''s okay to listen. You can''t fear it. " He ma continued to enlighten dongchushun, "you have nightmares because you are afraid of the urb band that caused your father''s drastic changes and its songs. In fact, however, this is just an unknown underground rock band and their unknown songs. "


    He and Ma looked at dongchushun.


    "This song just gave your father strength when he was lost, and turned him into a fan of urb band. Although your father is obviously too crazy, he is not evil, nor has he become an indescribable creature. "


    He ma suddenly felt that he was hypnotizing Dongchu Shun now. He tried his best to use his influence and words to deceive him into believing that there were no strange things in the world.


    If there is a supernatural burial mechanism in this world, you can''t be a senior agent with a horse.


    Dongchushun nodded, "I see. Think about it carefully. Although my father listens to this loud music during the day, he will go out to watch urb''s performance at night.


    "It''s late at night when he gets home, and he usually falls down and goes to bed immediately... I should be quite quiet when I sleep at night.


    "I have insomnia because of nightmares. Maybe it''s really psychological."


    He Ma: "it''s psychological. Don''t think about it. You just sleep on your bed, not the mess. I''ll ask the egg later if there is any God who can guarantee sleep. You can prepare a tribute according to the list she opened. "


    "Sister of the temple? I heard that her family is a very famous heganzi family, and she also works as a part-time witch in many shrines. " Shimoto Chennai said.


    Dongchushun hurriedly said, "please be sure to ask the elder sister of Shengong temple for me."


    Nodding with the horse, he said, "in fact, there is a simple way. You can buy some sleeping pills and melatonin."


    "Er... Medication or something..."


    "Believe in science." And Ma stressed, "remember not to buy sleeping pills in school uniforms. Before you go, blacken the cigarette ring, and then be in good spirits. You can''t look too depressed, or the store will think you bought it to commit suicide and won''t sell it to you. "


    Dongchushun nodded: "I see."


    "So, in addition to being bullied in class, mom running away, Dad getting nervous and having nightmares and insomnia at night, do you have any trouble?" And the horse watched the east out of Shun.


    Beichuan Sha Li Li Tucao: "is that enough to make complaints about it? Sometimes people''s collapse doesn''t need so much trouble... "


    "Yes, I know, just a bad day is enough to make people collapse." Grab the white road with Ma, then show a clown smile to Beichuan shaxuli, and then turn around and look at dongchushun, "what troubles do you have, say it together."


    Dongchushun shook his head: "there''s no big problem. I want to finish talking with my predecessors. I''m much better."


    And Ma looked at dongchushun''s face. Indeed, his expression was much brighter than when he just played little bee.


    And Ma glanced at dongchushun''s head by the way. Sure enough, a temporary entry was generated, called "courage enough to sleep". The duration... Estimated with Ma, about 20 days?


    That should be enough. In 20 days, if things go well, he ma has uprooted the urb band, Mr. Heisenberg, who sells blue pills, and the God of music.


    So he and Ma reached out and patted dongchushun on the shoulder across the table: "well, you don''t have to worry about anything. Senior, I''ll solve your father''s problem."


    Beichuan shaxuli looked at he ma unexpectedly: "are you going to persuade that uncle to change his mind?"


    "No," he ma turned and smiled at Beichuan shaxuli, "I''m going to fight with the God of music."


    Beichuan shaxuli looked surprised: "really? So you want to uproot the production and marketing network of that blue pill? "


    "Are you coming?" Ask the horse.


    "Why should I go? I don''t stick that! "


    "What about your friend?" And Ma asked, "can you guarantee that none of your friends will try their luck because of the bottleneck of music creation?"


    Beichuan shaxuli was silent for a few seconds and sighed, "OK, I''ll do it."


    And the horse reached out and clapped.


    Beichuan shaxuli tilted his mouth, raised his hand and patted him helplessly.


    Her hands were cold, and most of her skin was as delicate as a baby, but the calluses from practicing guitar and kendo were too dramatic and damaged the supposed good touch.


    Dongchushun whispered, "well... Two predecessors are going..."


    "One elder, one!" Beichuan shaxuli robbed Bai Dao, "I''m younger than you. Don''t count me as an elder."


    "Er..." dongchushun looked suspiciously at Beichuan shaxuli, and then looked at his eyes and horse. "Master Tongsheng, do you want to take a younger sister to eradicate * * traffickers?"


    He ma pointed to Beichuan shaxuli: "this guy, Kendo is almost as strong as me. He is a master of Shinto without thoughts."


    Just look at the level, it is true, but there are actual combat levels with horses and entries. The entries in Beichuan shaxuli don''t seem to provide combat bonus.


    But she can sing and buff as a bard.


    Tokushima and shimoto narina looked at Beichuan shaxuli with incredible expressions on their faces.


    Beichuan shaxuli lifted the sleeves of his sailor''s suit and exposed his left arm. Then he took a deep breath and exerted himself. The biceps brachii trained by Kendo appeared, as if a little mouse suddenly appeared on his shoulder.


    There was no doubt about Tohoku Shunhe and shimoto Chennai immediately.


    And horses don''t make a fuss.


    For one thing, among his disciples, only yuzao in the Shengong temple can''t make a "little mouse".


    Second, shaxuli in Beichuan is a singer. He has seen a national singer who can sing in the martial arts museum show his biceps. Subconsciously, he thinks it''s normal for beautiful girl singers to have this muscle.


    And Ma packed the tape on the table and said to shimoto, "I''ll take this tape first and return it to you when it''s over."


    Then he stood up with the horse. When the waiter saw it, he quickly came over and smiled at him and said, "it''s all..."


    Pointing to Beichuan shaxuli with Ma: "she pays."


    The waiter was stunned: "ah?"


    Beichuan shaxuli took his wallet out of the sailor''s skirt and said, "this is my little white face. Can''t you see it? Here, here. "


    With that, Beichuan shaxuli took out a handful of change and put it on the table.


    "I calculated it when I ordered. It should be just enough."


    He Ma: "I thought you would take a ten thousand dollar bill and shoot it on the table."


    "Will that trouble the store? Don''t do that! " Beichuan shaxuli also stood up, recited his guitar and bamboo knife, then picked up the unfinished sundae and pulled it into his mouth.


    Then she shrunk her neck and was obviously headache by the cold air of sundae.


    After touching his schoolbag with Ma, he found that there was a handkerchief in the girl picking props provided by the Shengong temple. He quickly took it out and handed it to shaxuli in Beichuan.


    "Come on, wipe your mouth."


    "You''re such a bitch with a handkerchief? Huh? Hey, how can you pick up a girl with a handkerchief with other women''s perfume? "


    Beichuan shaxuli said, taking a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and then blew his nose.


    After all, there is a high incidence of hay fever. Relevant departments in Tokyo issue a notice of hay fever every day.


    And Ma and Beichuan shaxuli went to the door while talking. Dongchushun looked at shimajima Chennai and suddenly said, "it''s still early. Why don''t we go to see a movie?" Truth Nai blushed and nodded.