Qu Dehui posted a microblog hinting that he saw a ghost. Fans were worried, but netizens said that this was a bit unreasonable.

[@一只小斑马: I remember that the rooms in the apartment were very close to each other. Whether it was a person or a ghost, if there was really someone knocking on the door, Qu Dehui would not be the only one who heard it. Could it be that the ghost was specifically harassing me? I feel that it is a bit too unreasonable. ]

[@草长鷹飞春天到: I thought I was the only one who insisted on materialism. Really, knocking on the door in the middle of the night can wake people up, so there must be other people who heard it. Is it possible that the pressure is too great to produce hallucinations? I am not criticizing, just speaking the truth. ]

[@酸甜波蘿饭: I don’t mean to say that, I always feel like it is hyping up the hype. It seems that no matter what program Qu Dehui participates in, he will encounter some problems, and then his fans will go to tear up the program team. Wasn’t it the same when he participated in "Let's Go Travel" last time? It was obviously a small matter, but he had to post a complaint on Weibo, causing fellow artists to be scolded.

Qu Dehui is considered a top-tier singer in the music industry, but if you talk about it, his achievements are basically all achieved in the past.

In recent years, singers have emerged in an endless stream. For someone like Qu Dehui who has not had a new representative work for a long time, his fans are basically old fans. Except for those who regularly comment on him, most of the other comments are bystanders, so naturally everyone has different voices.

Qu Dehui originally wanted to abuse his fans online, but he didn't expect that his fans didn't abuse him much, and he was abused by netizens.

When people refuted him and said it was impossible to see ghosts, he couldn't make a statement, otherwise it would be like openly promoting feudal superstition, which was completely inconsistent with his personality.

The agent called and said that he shouldn't have posted on Weibo without evidence in the first place.

"Am I not the living evidence?" Qu Dehui was furious, and felt that his anger level was rising. It was fine that people on the Internet didn't believe him, but even the attitude of the agent was like this, which was simply challenging his patience.

"No, Brother Hui, I'm saying this for your own good. Is it possible that you have been under too much pressure recently, or you won't smoke again?"

"You are the one who smoked. I haven't touched it for a long time, it's definitely not an illusion, okay?" Qu Dehui was so angry that he hung up the phone directly, punched the wall with his fist, and cursed twice in his heart because of the pain.

"Oh my god, is that so?" Tao Yingbo originally wanted to follow him to see how he would react, but he didn't expect to hear such explosive news.

He glanced at Qu Dehui and felt that he looked a little bit sly.

"Forget it, I still have to record a program today, so I won't hit you on the head for now."

Tao Yingbo couldn't keep the secret, so he left here and ran to tell Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian about this matter.

There are many temptations and pressures in the circle, and there are many artists who have gone astray in a moment of thought.

Lu Xu didn't mean anything about this, but just said to him: "Xiao Bai has already sent the results of the investigation. Qu Dehui's more popular songs are basically written by others. It's amazing."

Perhaps because he tasted the sweetness of being labeled as a talented person with his first album, Qu Dehui's team began to package the persona of a creative singer.

On the surface, it is said that all the songs were written by Qu Dehui, but in fact, they were bought from others and passed as his own. Different singers have different styles, and the quality of their writing is also different. This is why the quality of Qu Dehui's subsequent albums fluctuated.

Tao Yingbo never thought that this person could be so despicable.

"It's too shameless to take someone else's work as your own." Thinking of something, Tao Yingbo felt a little melancholy again, "But people like him should have a strong tolerance in their hearts. They will definitely not admit it when they feel it..."

"Yeah." Lu Xu nodded, "So you have to give him a drastic measure."

"Me?" Tao Yingbo didn't understand and looked a little stunned.

Lu Xu hooked his fingers and whispered a few words.

Tao Yingbo nodded while listening, and suddenly he felt a little excited.

The morning time passed quickly, and Fan Zeng didn't start today's recording until the afternoon.

When they got the song written by Tao Yingbo, the other members of Lu Xu's team were all very excited.

"Did Teacher Tao really write this arrangement in one night? It's amazing, a god writing songs."

"I'm not saying that, but Brother Xu's lyrics and Teacher Tao's music are the best in the world. I feel like we will be the most beautiful kids on the stage."

Gu Wen'an also thinks that Tao Yingbo wrote a good song, which combines many musical elements without making people feel redundant.

"Teacher Tao's level is really high, and it feels like it has reached the top level. I don't know why, it seems a bit similar to the style of Teacher Qu's first album, anyway, it's good to listen to."

Every successful creator basically has his own unique style. Even if the two songs don't have a single beat overlap, you can tell from the style that both songs have a strong personal style.

Gu Wen'an also composes, so he is more sensitive to music styles.

In fact, the only album he thinks is a classic is Qu Dehui's first album. At that time, he was still wondering how there could be such a talented person in the world. However, after the first album topped the charts, Qu Dehui never wrote another album that could compare with it.

The songs that followed always sounded not up to his level, and the

pitch was inconsistent. Some people even said that he was buying songs... Gu Wen'an didn't mean anything else when he said this, he just sighed subconsciously after listening to Tao Yingbo's music.

Lu Xu laughed beside him and said, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

Gu Wen'an liked it more and more, and couldn't help asking Ji Xiunian, "Xiunian, can you help me ask Teacher Tao if he has any intention of cooperating? I'm preparing a new album recently, and if possible, I really want to invite him to work with me."

"Wow!" Tao Yingbo nodded wildly, wanting to work with Gu Wen'an. But he is a ghost, and no matter how excited he is, others can't see it.

Thinking of this, Tao Yingbo felt a little disappointed again.

Ji Xiunian couldn't tell what he felt when he watched from the side, but he couldn't make any promises. He just said to Gu Wen'an, "Let me ask him for you."

"Okay!"

After chatting for a while, they started to rehearse. There were only a few days left before the second performance. With such a good song, the team members were all trying hard to perform well on the stage.

Qu Dehui was absent-minded all day, always wondering if he really saw a ghost.

In fact, what the netizens said made sense. The door was knocked so loudly in the middle of the night, and other people around should have heard it.

Shen Chengyu lived next to him, and he asked him today, but the other party swore that he didn't hear it. The less that person seemed to be lying, the more uneasy Qu Dehui felt.

Even the vocal part of coaching the contestants was not in good shape, and Yu Manman almost carried the whole show by herself.

Even the assistant who didn't know much about music couldn't help but mutter: "Brother Fan, do you think we really invited the right person?"

The program team originally went for Qu Dehui's personal talent, and originally thought that he could also coach the vocals of trainees without being in the singing and songwriting group. But who would have thought that his comments were often off the mark, and he didn't look like a top-notch singer-songwriter at all.

"It's already like this, if it doesn't work, just cut it." Fan Zeng didn't expect it to be like this, and couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, Yu Manman is reliable, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

At this time, Qu Dehui didn't know that his shots were going to be compressed, but he was full of doubts and thought about whether he should find a master who knows this to take a look.

When he passed by the dance studio, Lu Xu and the others were just practicing a new song.

The familiar style of the music struck Qu Dehui's heart, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

This feeling was really too much like his first album that made him a god. He could get to where he is today only because of that album. The more people praised him, the less he liked this album. The person who actually created this album was dead, but the trouble was left to him.

Qu Dehui couldn't help but wonder if he could maintain his usual level if the man surnamed Tao was still alive.

There were so many people whose songs he bought, but that man was the only one who went and jumped off the building. It was completely ignorant of his behavior.

That man's death had no impact on him. No one would care what a small person had said, and no one would even know him.

He can only disappear quietly from this world in a cowardly manner, while he can gain both fame and fortune, this is fate.

Qu Dehui has always believed this for so many years. He has money and resources, isn't it normal for him to spend money to package himself?

But when he first heard this style of music, Qu Dehui's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think of that person.

Similar, really too similar.

I don't know if it's because he cares too much about this matter, Qu Dehui is familiar with Tao Yingbo's personal style to the bone.

"Impossible, he died a long time ago."

Although he tried to build himself up in his heart, Qu Dehui still pushed open the door of the practice room unconsciously.

Seeing him coming in, Ji Xiunian's eyes deepened a little: "Teacher Qu, what do you think of Lu Xu's song?"

"It's pretty good." Qu Dehui was a little absent-minded, and then he couldn't help but chase Ji Xiunian and asked, "Which contestant wrote this song? It couldn't be Lu Xu, right?" "

The lyrics were written by Lu Xu, but the music was not."

"Who composed the music?" Qu Dehui's tone was anxious, and he didn't even realize it.

Ji Xiunian lowered his head and smiled, and then said in a calm tone: "It was Teacher Tao."

"Teacher Tao?" Qu Dehui was inexplicably shocked by this surname, and his tone of voice inevitably rose by two degrees. He came back to his senses and found that everyone was looking at this side, and waved his hands in embarrassment. He knew before that the program team invited an unknown composer to be the instructor of the singing and composing group. He didn't think much of it at the time, but after listening to this style of music, he always felt a little guilty.

Qu Dehui finally calmed himself down, and then continued to ask Ji Xiunian, "Why doesn't Teacher Tao like to show up?"

"Personal character." He wanted to find out more, but Ji Xiunian didn't want to say more.

Qu Dehui didn't want to be discovered that he was abnormal, so he could only force a smile and stand next to Ji Xiunian to watch the performance.

It must be said that Teacher Tao's composition is really amazing. Even if he was thinking about something in his heart, he still thought this song was beautiful.

But as he listened, Qu Dehui felt that the lyrics were not right -

"A despicable thief, the crown of glory turned into a sharp blade of judgment..."

Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, Qu Dehui always felt that Lu Xu and the others were singing about himself. Once he had this idea, the more he listened, the more he felt that the whole song was sung for him.

The so-called despicable thief, does it mean that he used that person's song?

"Teacher Qu, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?" Ji Xiunian's sudden concern made Qu Dehui feel even worse.

He shook his head and said that he was fine, and then left the dance studio on the pretext of being tired.

Ji Xiunian turned his head to look at Lu Xu, and the two exchanged glances and smiled together.

The seeds of doubt have been planted. As long as the fire is fueled at the right time, it will surely spread like wildfire.

Qu Dehui lay in bed at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The room was littered with opened bottles of red wine and whiskey, and it looked like he had drunk a lot.

It is said that he should not drink when recording a program, but he could not help but have wild thoughts, and subconsciously wanted to use alcohol to numb himself.

It was just that something was on his mind, and he was obviously dizzy, but he still couldn't sleep.

In the past, someone would knock on the door at three o'clock in the morning, so he always waited for this time.

"I'm not lying, there really is someone knocking on the door." Qu Dehui became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he sat up from the bed. No one believed that someone was harassing him, making him look like a liar.

Seeing that it was almost three o'clock, Qu Dehui couldn't help but open Weibo and drop into the fan group.

There were quite a few champions who stayed up late, and seeing that he was empty-handed, they were all very excited, and they all confessed their love.

[Ah, I caught a Brother Hui! ]

[Ahhh, am I dreaming? I actually waited for my idol in the middle of the night]

[Brother Hui, why are you still not asleep? Is that pervert knocking on the door again? ]

...

Qu Dehui was depressed when he saw the word "knock on the door" and replied with red eyes——

[I'm not lying, someone knocks on the door every early morning. It's almost three o'clock now, can I start a live broadcast to prove it to you? 】

Knowing that he was going to do a live broadcast, fans naturally supported him——

【Although we are a little scared, go ahead, Brother Hui, we are with you】

【Go, go, go, I want to see what kind of ghost dares to bully my idol, I must scold him until he wants to die again】

Alcohol makes people impulsive, seeing that fans all support him, Qu Dehui clicked on the live broadcast in a rush. He adjusted the view angle to the back, then held the phone to the door, quietly waiting for three o'clock to come.