"Hearing the music will cause the listener to commit suicide,â I mused. âDoes it play dissonant chords?"
Xiaotao asked me what a dissonant chord was, and I explained that consonance was a pleasing sound associated with sweetness and acceptability such as music that evoked feelings of happiness. Contrary to that, dissonance caused uneasiness and tension could alter oneâs emotions since sound waves affected the structure of liquid in different ways. After all, 90% of the human body was liquid and hormones that controlled human emotion were secreted from various tissues into fluid, such as blood.
The famous Hungarian suicide song "Gloomy Sunday" contained a lot of dissonances. After listening to it, people reported feeling depressed, lost, extremely pessimistic and even suicidal. The effect of the music was perhaps more terrifying than hypnosis. Oftentimes, such negative thoughts were difficult to overcome by willpower alone. In fact, those with stronger willpower and successful at suppressing negative emotions might experience heavier influence from the music. When the song was first played, more than 100 people committed suicide upon listening to it.
This song was listed as one of the world's three forbidden pieces and was destroyed in 1945. Although many versions could be found online, they were all fake.
Zhang Jiulin leisurely sipped his tea and continued, "That is your personal understanding. As Iâve said, this is the work of an evil spirit with a strong desire to kill. Itâs not understandable by scientific logic."
"I don't believe ghosts can kill!" I reiterated.
Zhang Jiulin and Pockmark Li exchanged a knowing look. âXiao Song, you know nothing!â laughed Pockmark Li. âHave you ever seen a mother and son demon? Or a procession of evil spirits? Have you ever seen Satan of the West? Grandpa Mao once said that without proper investigation, one forfeits the right to speak. As a professional in this field, I can tell you thisâthere are more ghosts in the world capable of murder than what you can imagine."
"Iâve never seen ghosts or evil spirits,â I retorted. âWhat you call ghosts are just residual spiritual energy. If ghosts could kill, then why would we need the police?"
"Thatâs because spiritual practitioners like us are secretly guarding the world,â Zhang Jiulin continued. âItâs not just criminals who are dangerous and vicious. Iâve had more life-and-death experiences than you can count."
I thought to myself that the conversation was getting more and more ridiculous; all this nonsense about meeting Satan in the West. If that were the case, then Jack the Ripper was brought to justice by me!
This wrangling continued until dawn, when I impatiently interrupted, "So what are your plans?"
"The Heartbroken Xun has now eroded the ownerâs soul, dominating the man with hatred. It has now locked onto the three policemen. Iâll need a drop of blood and a strand of hair from them, and a body double to lure the Heartbroken Xun into my hands. Then, Iâll seal it off."
Hearing this, Xiaotao furrowed her brows, looking extremely annoyed. I too decided his Jianghu tricks were unreliable but still I patiently asked, "What then? We arrest the criminal and let you take away the Yin object?"
"According to the rules of our trade, thatâs how it works," nodded Zhang Jiulin.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you have it. You say youâre a dealer of Yin objects which you not only accept but also sell. I canât allow such a dangerous item to fall into someone elseâs hands and be used for more murders!"
"We have our professional ethics,â assured Zhang Jiulin. âWe will process the object, seal off the evil spirit, greatly reducing a huge portion of its power so it canât not harm others. Ordinary people donât know how to handle Yin objects. The consequences will only be worse."
"Thatâs only your side of the story!â I disagreed. âBusinessmen will make up anything for money!"
"Can't your eyes detect lies?" Zhang Jiulin argued, tit-for-tat.
"Not if you believe in your own lies!â I spat. âWhatever it is, youâre not allowed to keep the object!"
We stared at each other, fires of fury seeming to burn through our smoldering eyes, both parties unyielding. The staring contest frightened Xiaotao and Pockmark Li beside us. A while later, Zhang Jiulin calmly leaned into his chair and said, "In this case, you should pay us. After all, Iâm a businessman so I donât do volunteer work."
At the sign of a compromise, I slumped with relief.
"Fine, state your price!" said Xiaotao.
Zhang Jiulin raised a finger, drawing an apprehensive inquiry from Xiaotao, "A hundred thousand? A million? Ten million?â She yelled, âAre you crazy? This is clearly blackmail!"
"Pretty lady, is it too expensive for you?â sneered Pockmark Li. âMost of the Yin objects we deal with cost more than that!"
âCarry on then, gentlemen,â I stood up, voice laced with a steely edge. âThank you for your information. Weâll use our own methods to arrest the murderer so thereâs no need to trouble you two. Weâre leaving."
"Goodbye!" seethed Zhang Jiulin.
As Xiaotao and I opened the door to leave the teahouse, we were enraged to find ourselves back in the private room. The two glared at us, hostility spilling from their eyes. "Why are you back?" mocked Pockmark Li.
Zhang Jiulin slowly sipped his tea, "Do you still think weâre charlatans now?"
"It's just another one of your diversion tricks,â I sneered.
I pulled Xiaotao out of the room once more but we ended up back at square one, three times in a row. The men were obviously having their fun playing us like a fiddle. Having long reached the end of my patience, I silently recited the Song family's mantra as I opened the door again. This time, the muffled screams of a girl drifted into our ears as we walked out of the room, successfully making it to the corridor outside.
"How did he do it?" Xiaotao asked in disbelief.
"Theyâre both a bit unorthodox,â I said. âItâs not surprising that heâs up to his tricks."
"I suspect these two are loonies,â remarked Xiaotao. â10 million yuan in one go! Thatâs not a small amount even for me!"
"He might have done it on purpose,â I sighed. âSpeaking of which, heâs still going after the Yin object."
"Letâs not cooperate with these people,â snorted Xiaotao. âThe police have their own dignity and integrity."
Downstairs, an idle Song Xingchen was waiting to ask what the results of our little chat was. "The murder weapon is a strange xun. The information is important to us. Weâll make sure to block our ears when weâre investigating."
"As long as youâre not in danger, I have no problem," nodded Song Xingchen.
And with that, Song Xingchen dashed off into the night. "Donât forget to plug your ears with headphones!" I yelled in his direction.
Xiaotao made a few calls to the bureau, informing Director-General Cheng that the murder involved some sort of sound but didnât elaborate on how we stumbled upon that information. She suggested that the bureau provide each officer with a set of headphones which had to be worn as soon as something was amiss. Additionally, Officers Xun and Luo were currently closely guarded by the bureau. Captain Zhang of the SWAT team was currently out on a mission outside and couldnât be reached so his superiors were informed about the matter. Fortunately, there was quick progress and the higher ups soon sent their approval.
As we walked through the streets, I asked Xiaotao if she was hungry. "I didn't eat much for dinner,â said Xiaotao. âNow that you mention it, Iâm really hungry."
I pointed to a wonton stall by the road and suggested, "Letâs have a bowl of warm wonton soup!"
Xiaotao delightedly agreed. Although she was every bit a wealthy young lady, she wasnât picky about eating at street stalls and even liked the food. At the wonton stall, I ordered us two bowls of wonton soup.
"Did you notice anything different about me today?" smiled Xiaotao.
I looked left and right, up and down, and asked tentatively, "Are you wearing makeup?"
Xiaotao playfully threw a pack of paper napkins at me, pouting almost petulantly, "You idiot, can't you tell Iâve gotten a haircut?"
"A haircut?â I asked somewhat dubiously. âWhy donât I see anything different?"
"Bangs!â she announced. âItâs so obvious! Do your eyes only work when youâre performing an autopsy?"
Her words rendered me speechless. Why did girlsâ haircuts look exactly the same as before?
Right then, a sudden hubbub at the wonton stall snapped me out of my thoughts. A group of gangsters with tattoos swaggered up to the stall. Xiaotao lowered her voice and warned, "They look like trouble!"