Mystery: Paradox Path

The crisp and melodious piano sound rang in the piano room, but there was no sound outside the room.

Feeling the wonderful sound coming from the piano worth 3,000 pounds, Audrey nodded lightly:

"Although it's a little worse than my family's, it's not bad."

"..." Snow looked at Audrey who said such words so easily, his expression was a little stiff. The piano he put in Mr. A's house was worth five hundred pounds, and it was given by a client...

However, Audrey didn't seem to realize that she was unconsciously showing off her wealth. This is also the reason why Snow is immune to the audience's observation. She just sat on the piano bench and turned her head as she did when her piano teacher first met. Looking at Snow said:

"I'll play an etude first, and then you try to play it."

"Okay." Snow did not reject Audrey's suggestion, turned and sat aside, waiting quietly.

Audrey seemed to like the feeling of being someone else's teacher. Her fingers moved gently on the keys, like a pair of elves, dancing on the black and white dance floor, bringing up a series of wonderful notes.

Although it is an easy etude, Snow is very comfortable to listen to. I have to say that although the hardest diamond lady in Backlund did not show much of her piano skills in the original work, her level really high.

"Clang!"

With a slightly heavy end note falling, Audrey's etude came to an end, she raised her head and asked a little nervously:

"How much do you remember?"

Although Snow wanted to play a "I forgot all about it" meme, considering that the emperor didn't seem to copy martial arts novels, he still hid this meme in his heart that only a few people could understand, and said with a smile: "All remember."

"I remember it all! Liar! Mr. Devil's memory is obviously very poor!" Audrey murmured inwardly, but considering that Mr. Devil may have also learned this etude, she stood up and moved out of the way, using a very teacher-like temperament 's tone:

"Then play it and let me hear it."

"Okay." Snow nodded, sat on the piano bench that still had a little residual warmth, and his fingers jumped briskly.

"The level is actually similar to mine?" Hearing Mr. Demon's start, Audrey suddenly felt a little ashamed, and felt that she was a little overbearing, but soon, she realized that something was wrong—

How come the feeling that Mr. Demon pops up is exactly the same as himself!

Maybe ordinary people can't understand how this is clearly a piece of music, how can it be heard the same without the wrong tone, but in fact, piano, or most non-electronic musical instruments, have this feature, that is Subtle changes occur with the amount of force and even the posture of playing.

When many musicians play the piano, their body will change in exaggerated range. It is not simply immersing in music or being emotionally high, but they have to use that kind of action and that kind of force to control the keys, strings and pedals. , exerting the appropriate force to bring the sound closer to what they want it to be.

In other words, even if they use the exact same movements, different people will not be able to achieve the exact same effect because of their strange body shape. Nearly the exact same melody.

Audrey was very suspicious that Mr. Devil was teasing her. This ability to perfectly replicate the sound of the opponent's piano must definitely be achieved by a few ranks higher!

But even so, Audrey did not interrupt, but quietly waited for the end of Mr. Devil's performance, and then asked with a puffed cheek:

"Mr. Devil, do you really need to learn the piano?"

"Of course!" Snow nodded solemnly, and then explained:

"My sequences can give me a strong ability to imitate. As long as it is a melody I have heard, I can directly copy it, but I basically have no knowledge of music theory. Don't look at me. I can copy the tunes you have played, but I basically Couldn't read the sheet music, in fact I didn't even recognize the notes."

"Eh? Mr. Snow, aren't you from the audience channel?" Audrey asked in surprise. Snow was suddenly a little confused. Is this the focus now?

But he still nodded and said:

"I'm not the audience route. It's just that the ancestors of the Panredacus family suffered from high-sequence powerhouses in the audience route, so I have a better understanding of the audience route."

"Yes, Mr. Demon seems to be a descendant of a Beyonder family, but Mr. Hanged Man didn't say anything about the 'Penredax' family? By the way, Viscount Grelint seems to have said that Mr. Demon's family Originally a nobleman, then I don't know why I lost my title..."

Audrey thought silently in her heart, knowing that this question might touch the other party's secret, she didn't ask more, but thought for a while, then picked up the sheet music for the practice pieces on the piano music stand, and turned to the first page. , then pointing to the simple note above:

"You don't know this?"

"I don't know at all." Snow shook his head and said without any shame on his face, "But if you tell me what it sounds like, I should be able to pop it out."

"Really?" Audrey looked at Snow suspiciously, wondering if the gentleman was teasing her, but looking at the sincere expression on his face, she finally pointed at the first voice. —

"This one pronounces the sound of 'mi~~'."

"Is it this?" Snow recognized Audrey's voice, then reached out and pressed a chord on the piano, which was exactly the same as Audrey's voice, but...

"This isn't a chord!" Audrey pressed a note on the piano a little embarrassedly, and the piano obediently made a "mi~~" sound, but it's not as good as Snow playing that chord like...

Looking at Mr. Devil's surprised eyes, Audrey's pretty face flushed, and she said helplessly:

"Well, it seems that we really have to learn from the basics. Let me teach you to learn music first..."

…

It was already dark, and the street outside the window was already lit by the light of the gas street lamps. The dance party was gradually coming to an end. At this time, there were many fewer guests dancing on the dance floor. Most of the guests were either chatting or picking up goods. Use banquet-prepared food.

Along with the finalization of several cooperations, Viscount Grelint's seemingly prodigal dance once again received a bonus, but he was not as happy as he usually is, because he always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something important.

"What did I forget!" Grelint politely accepted the check handed by a certain gentleman, but his heart became more and more anxious. Just when he almost ignored his appearance and wanted to scratch his head, a voice like the sound of nature The voice suddenly sounded from behind him—

"Grillint, what are you thinking?"