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Chapter 497 - 359

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 arrangement—basic chords can suffice.

Though "Night’s Seventh Chapter" boasts incredible composition and arrangement, 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 melting 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 themes!"

"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 Holmes, though the name 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 name 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 something off about the stage design.

While singing about the pistol, a dancer mimed firing a gun; singing about the cane, a dancer picked up a cane from the ground.

There were other corresponding elements...

"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 seemed 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 melody, 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 arrangement, strong lyrics, strong stage design, strong singing, and novel elements!

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 time 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 time to ferment!

Having been privy to Wu Mu’s show and often seen him perform, Liang Jun was much calmer, "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 moment, 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 some 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 sometimes browsed online and played with phones, but since retiring, she had entered a sedentary life.

If not for being invited this time, 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 name 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 moment, the typewriter stops at the murderer’s name, 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 Thames."

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 immersion.

The stage lights gradually dimmed.

But the music accompaniment didn’t fade away; Wu Mu’s voice echoed faintly from the darkness.

"If evil is a dazzling and cruel melody."

"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 moment, the typewriter stops at the murderer’s name, 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 Thames."

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 immersion.

The stage lights gradually dimmed.

But the music accompaniment didn’t fade away; Wu Mu’s voice echoed faintly from the darkness.