The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The third song "Midnight Elopement" didn't play as expected, and the sound of a woman crying came from the speaker of the vinyl record player.

That voice was extraordinarily mournful, and because it seemed to be absent, it made people feel even more horrified.

Sean stood up nervously - Daisy was still here, he was afraid of a strange out-of-control event!

Daisy frowned and looked puzzled: "What's going on here? What about the third song?"

Sean hurried over a few steps and lifted the stylus away from the record, before the cry that sent chills down the spine stopped.

fine. Sean's spiritual quality was checked around, and he breathed a sigh of relief: nothing strange happened...

Daisy walked up to Sean: "This is so strange, I clearly remember the third song is "Midnight Elopement"...

"Whose cry is that?"

Doesn't sound like Arya's.

It is a very strange, somewhat hoarse and rigid cry. It's like crying alone for a long, long time...

Sean shook his head: "I don't know either. There may be clues to Aaliyah on this record, so I brought it back."

"It turns out to be like this..."Midnight Elopement" has always been three songs together, and the recording on the vinyl record has been changed, which is very strange!"

Sean was also lost in thought. He knows how vinyl records are made, and the original recording cannot be tampered with. Speaking of "tampering", Sean can't help but think of the incident he witnessed in Pierce Studios...

"Even memories and photos can be tampered with, and the recordings on vinyl records are changed, so it's not that rare." Sean shook his head with a wry smile-once the incident involved in the mysterious field, all common sense almost Neither worked anymore. The absurd becomes the new reality.

Daisy said: "You said, Aaliyah has heard this record repeatedly, what secret may there be in this cry..."

Sean was still thinking about how to solve the mystery, Daisy continued: "I know a guy who makes an invention, he has an electrical laboratory. He is working on a new generation of records, maybe let him study this record, More information is available."

Daisy always has a way, which makes Sean very fortunate. After getting the address of the laboratory of electrical inventor Dyson Lauer, 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 shabby, which was a bit unexpected to Sean: "Inventors can sell patents or cooperate with banks to promote their inventions, aren't they all very rich? Why is Mr. Lauer's laboratory in such a place? place?"

Sean knocked on the door of the old house, and an impatient, pale-skinned middle-aged woman opened the door, Sean could hear the sound of children running wildly in the house: "Hello lady, I'm here to visit. …”

Sean's words were interrupted by the screams of the children in the room, and the woman turned around and yelled, "Jim! Stop fighting with your sister!"

"Uh...I'm here to visit Mr. Lauer." 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 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 a dirty body standing at the kitchen door looking at him, a slender hand stretched out from the kitchen and slapped the boy on the head, the boy was annoyed rushed into the kitchen...

The sound of children playing, the sound of women 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 disrepair for a long time, and the wooden floors were not only severely damp, but also damaged in many places. When Sean stepped on the steps, he was afraid that the stairs that made the 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 the unseen to examine the spiritual substance when necessary.

As soon as the psychic tentacles entered the room, he heard voices:

"...Mr. Lauer was Mr. Emerson's assistant before." The voice of a young man.

"Mr. Emerson? Is that Mr. Emerson?" A young man's voice was obviously curious and surprised.

"That's right, the 'great inventor', the 'big man' who invented the incandescent lamp." The young man's tone was sarcastic, "Mr. Raul was his assistant before, the main assistant, he helped Mr. Emerson invented many things.

"However, Mr. Emerson took his patent and claimed that it was the patent of the Emerson Electric Company.

"Mr. Lauer's name has been erased."

The boy who was listening gave a "hmmm" incomprehensibly.

"Before, Mr. Lauer admired Emerson very much, so he didn't care about it until something happened."

"what's up?"

"It was later known as the 'Battle of the Power System'."

"Mr. Emerson was obsessed with the mild direct current system, while another inventor from Continental, Tesler, was more daring, he believed at that time that the future was the world of alternating current systems.

"They started a laying competition with the whole of New Zealand as the 'battlefield' of the power system.

"It turned out that Tesler was the more insightful inventor. Alternating current systems, although dangerous, were far more efficient than direct currents. Mr. Emerson lost and owed the bank a lot of money...

"If you want me to say, Mr. Tesler is the real great inventor." The young man's voice showed respect, "He is not for the sake of fame and fortune, just to realize those amazing designs in his mind... He won the power system. After the war, Mr. Tesla was rarely seen in the public eye. I heard he seems to have gone abroad. Some say he was responsible for the Tungurs explosion that shook the world thirteen years ago.”

Sean could hear that the boy's breathing was steady and long, as if he was attracted by the story told by the young man.

"Because he lost this competition, Emerson began to sell the company's patents." The youth's voice showed a hint of anger, "He sold most of Mr. Raul's patents without giving him a penny.

"Mr. Lauer asked him for a theory, but he was kicked out of the company by Emerson!"

"Too hateful!" the boy shouted.

"After that, Mr. Raul set up his own business. However, the golden age of electrical invention has passed, and almost all the magical items that can be realized by electricity have been invented.

"Emerson has made a comeback, and his company is rich again.

"That's because of an invention he held in his hand at the beginning - a sound film! He knew the potential of this invention, so he didn't sell it at the most difficult time. It was not until the year before last that he used this invention to cooperate with the tycoon Morgan, and finally finally fought a turnaround.

"He's louder now, smearing Tesler and Mr. Lauer everywhere..."

"You must know that the sound film was also invented by Mr. Raul back then! It's just that Mr. Raul is not as famous as Emerson, and he is not familiar with the bankers, so he has not been able to promote this invention.

"Now, Mr. Lauer intends 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, the young man stopped talking and opened the door. Sean saw a thin black-haired youth and a little boy with some buck teeth.

"My name is Sean Dickinson. Is Mr. Dyson Lauer there? I've come to see him."

The young man invited Sean in: "He is resting, you wait a moment, I will call him." After that, the black-haired young man left the living room quickly.

The environment on the second floor was better than Sean had imagined, and the muffled noise downstairs was not too annoying.

Sean took the hat in his hand and casually started to visit.

There was a long table in the center of the living room, and the table was scattered with all kinds of utensils that Sean had never seen before - there were unknown inventions, and there were electrical instruments used in experiments.

The black-haired youth came back: "Mr. Dickinson, Mr. Lauer is here."

Behind the black-haired youth, a man with red 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~www.NovelMTL.com~Miss Daisy! So you are hers. Friend - she's a very good and insightful woman."

Dyson patted the black-haired youth on the head: "Ronnie, go and make me a pot of tea!"

The black-haired youth named Ronnie went downstairs with the little boy with buck teeth. 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 this 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 can't." After observing, he made a succinct judgment: "There is no rewriting. Traces. Let's hear it."

Dyson put the record on the record player and pressed the needle to about the third song.

The copper trumpet wafted out Jason's cheerful ending, which happened to be the end of "Tonight". Not long after the song ended, the needle slipped into the sad cry...

Ronnie walked in with tea at this time. He happened to hear the faint cry from the loudspeaker. He was obviously frightened, his eyes widened, and the hand holding the teapot trembled slightly. The little follower boy was also very scared, and escaped with Ronnie who ran out after putting down the tea.

Dyson held his cheeks and frowned; when he heard the resentful cry, Sean still felt a little creepy.

Resisting the feeling of horror, I finally finished listening to the cry, and the stylus slid into the blank...

Dyson pondered for a while, put the record on the table again, and observed it with magnifying glasses. As if he saw something, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up: "This is not a cry! I probably know what it is... I have to verify my guess..."