The third song "Midnight Elopement" did not play as expected. What came from the speaker of the vinyl record player was the sound of a woman crying.
The voice was particularly plaintive, and because it seemed to be absent, it made people feel even more creepy.
Sean stood up nervously - Daisy was still here, and he was afraid that something strange and out of control would happen!
Daisy frowned and looked puzzled: "What's going on? Where's the third song?"
Sean quickly took a few steps over and lifted the needle away from the record, and then the spine-chilling cry stopped.
fine. Sean's ectoplasm checked around and breathed a sigh of relief: Nothing weird happened...
Daisy walked up to Sean: "This is so strange, I clearly remember that the third song was "Midnight Elopement"...
"Whose cry is that?"
It didn't sound like Aaliyah's.
It was a very weird, somewhat hoarse and dull cry. It's like I cried alone for a long time...
Sean shook his head: "I don't know either. There may be clues about Aaliyah on this record, so I brought it back."
"So that's it..."Midnight Elopement" has always been three songs together. The recording on the vinyl record has been changed. This is very strange!"
Sean couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He knows the principles of vinyl record production and the original recording cannot be tampered with. Speaking of "tampering", Sean couldn't help but think of the incident he witnessed at Pierce Studio...
"Even memories and photos can be tampered with, and it's not uncommon for the recordings on vinyl records to be changed." Sean smiled bitterly and shook his head - once the incident gets involved in the mysterious realm, all common sense will almost disappear. None of it works anymore. The absurd became the new reality.
Daisy said: "You said that Aaliyah has listened to this record repeatedly, so there may be some secret in this cry..."
Sean was still thinking about how to solve the mystery, and Daisy continued: "I know an inventor who has an electrical laboratory. He is working on a new generation of records. Maybe let him study this record. More information is available.”
Daisy will always have a way out, which makes Sean grateful. After getting the address of electrical inventor Dyson Lauer's laboratory, Sean took the record and set off.
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Dyson's electrical laboratory is located in an old suburban house. The house looked a little dilapidated, which was somewhat beyond Sean's expectation: "Inventors can sell patents or cooperate with banks to promote their inventions. Aren't they all very rich? How come Mr. Raul's laboratory is in such a state? place?"
Sean knocked on the door of the old house, and a middle-aged woman with an impatient face and pale skin opened the door. Sean could hear the sounds of children running and playing in the house: "Hello, madam, I'm here to visit." …”
Sean's words were interrupted by the screams of children in the house, and the woman turned around and yelled: "Jim! Stop fighting with your sister!"
"Uh... I'm here to visit Mr. Raul." Sean couldn't imagine that this was an electrical laboratory, and he felt that the woman in front of him would tell him that he was looking in the wrong place.
"Come in." The woman turned around, "Mr. Raul's laboratory is upstairs."
Sean entered the door. He could see a little boy with a big head and dirty body standing at the door of the kitchen looking at him. A slender hand stretched out from the kitchen and slapped the boy on the head. The boy was angry. He rushed into the kitchen...
The sound of children playing, the sound of a woman roaring, the sound of something being knocked over...
Sean felt a headache and walked up the stairs pointed by the woman.
The house was in a state of disrepair, and the wooden floors were not only severely affected by moisture, but also damaged in many places. As Sean stepped on the steps, he was afraid that the stairs, which made an overwhelming sound, would break.
Sean walked to the door of a room on the second floor. He now has a habit of reaching out to inspect invisible places when necessary.
As soon as his ectoplasmic tentacles entered the room, he heard voices:
"... Mr. Raul was Mr. Emerson's assistant before." A young man's voice said.
"Mr. Emerson? Is that Mr. Emerson?" A young man's voice was filled with obvious curiosity and surprise.
"That's right, the 'big inventor', the 'big man' who invented the incandescent lamp." The young man said with sarcasm in his tone, "Mr. Raul was his assistant before, he was the main assistant. He helped Mr. Emerson invented many things.
"However, Mr. Emerson took his patent and claimed that it belonged to the Emerson Electric Company.
"Mr. Raul's name has been redacted."
The young man who listened seemed to understand and said "hmm".
"Before, Mr. Lauer admired Emerson very much, so he didn't care about it until something happened."
"What's up?"
"It became known as the 'Battle of the Power System.'"
"Mr. Emerson was obsessed with the mild direct current system, while Tesler, another inventor from Europe, was more bold. He believed at that time that the future would be dominated by the alternating current system.
"They used the whole of New Zealand as a 'battlefield' for the power system and launched a race to lay it out.
"It turned out that Tesler was the more insightful inventor. Although the alternating current system was dangerous, its efficiency far exceeded that of direct current. Mr. Emerson was defeated and owed a lot of money to the bank...
"If you ask me, Mr. Tesler is the real great inventor." The young man's voice showed respect. "He does not seek fame or fortune, he just wants to realize the amazing designs in his mind... He won the power system competition After the war, Mr. Tesla rarely appeared in the public eye. I heard that he seemed to have gone abroad. Some people say that he was responsible for the Tunguls explosion that shook the whole world thirteen years ago."
Sean could hear the boy's steady and long breathing, as if he was attracted by the story the young man told.
"Because he lost this competition, Emerson began to sell off the company's patents." The young man's voice showed a hint of anger, "He sold most of Mr. Raul's patents without giving him a penny.
"Mr. Raul came to him to argue, but Emerson kicked him out of the company!"
"It's so abominable!" the boy yelled.
"After that, Mr. Raul set up his own business, but the golden age of electrical invention has passed, and almost all magical items that can be realized with electricity have been invented.
“Emerson made a comeback, and his company was rich again.
"That's because he had an invention in his hands - talkies! He knew the potential of this invention, so he didn't sell it even in the most difficult time. It wasn't until the year before last that he used this invention to cooperate with the tycoon Morgan, and finally Made a turnaround.
"Now he has a louder voice and is smearing Mr. Tesler and Mr. Raul everywhere..."
"You know, talkies were also invented by Mr. Lauer back then! It's just that Mr. Lauer is not as famous as Emerson and is not familiar with bankers, so he has never been able to promote this invention.
"Now, Mr. Lauer plans to sue Emerson..."
Standing at the door, Sean felt that he heard an interesting story. The practitioner's intuition made him aware of a very attractive news...
He knocked on the door, and the young man stopped talking and opened the door. Sean saw a thin black-haired young man and a little boy with some buck teeth.
"My name is Sean Dickinson. Is Mr. Dyson Lauer here? I'm here to see him."
The young man invited Sean in: "He is resting. Please wait a moment and I will call him." After that, the black-haired young man quickly left the living room.
The environment on the second floor was better than Sean expected. The noise downstairs was muffled and not too annoying.
Sean took the hat in his hand and started to visit casually.
There was a long table in the center of the living room. The table was scattered with all kinds of instruments that Sean had never seen before - there were unknown inventions and electrical instruments for experiments.
The black-haired young man came back: "Mr. Dickinson, Mr. Raul is here."
Behind the black-haired young man, a man with reddish eyes, smell of alcohol, and a stubborn face walked out. He looked to be in his fifties.
Sean introduced himself, and after mentioning Daisy's name, Dyson Lauer's expression and attitude became softer: "Oh, Miss Daisy! So you are her friend - she is a very An excellent and discerning woman.”
Dyson patted the black-haired young man on the head: "Ronnie, go make me a pot of tea!"
The black-haired young man named Ronnie took the buck-toothed little boy downstairs. Dyson led Sean to the inner room, and after explaining his purpose, Sean handed the record to Dyson.
"Mr. Raul, is there any technology in the world that can rewrite records?"
Dyson put on magnifying glasses and carefully observed the texture of the record: "There is a special material that can be rewritten, but this old-fashioned shellac record cannot." After observing it, he succinctly judged: "There is no rewriting. Traces. Let’s listen and see.”
Dyson placed the record in the record player and pressed the needle about the third song.
The brass trumpet floated out Jason's cheerful tail notes, which happened to be the end of "Tonight". Not long after the music ended, the needle slipped into the resentful cries...
Ronnie walked in with tea at this time. He happened to hear the faint crying coming from the speaker. He was obviously frightened. His eyes widened and the hand holding the teapot trembled slightly. The little follower boy was also scared and ran away with Ronnie who put down his tea and ran out.
Dyson held his chin and frowned; hearing the resentful cry, Sean still felt a little creepy.
Suppressing the feeling of horror, I finally finished listening to the cry, and the needle drew into the blank...
Dyson thought for a while, then placed the record on the table again and looked at it with magnifying glasses. As if he saw something, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes bright: "This is not crying! I probably know what it is... I have to verify my guess..."
