Chapter 501: Holding the Moon

"Hey, did you see it?"

"What did you see?"

"That man in brown clothes! There is definitely something wrong with him!"

"You mean... the one the young master brought back just now? Isn't he Miss Su's friend?"

"Humph, I don't know if he is a friend or not. I just smelled a strong smell of blood on him. He must have killed someone not long ago... and more than one person."

It was late at night. In the dim main hall of the museum, figures were swaying in the embroidery frames. If you look closely, you can find that the characters in many embroidery pictures seem to be alive and are whispering to each other.

The fine silk threads seemed to have their own lives, controlling the opening and closing of the lips. Although no sound was made, they could sense each other's conversation.

"Kill kill kill kill... Kill people?!" In a rural embroidery, a vivid piglet was horrified!

"Is he a killer? Has an enemy come to our door?"

"What enemies... When has our master ever made enemies with others?"

"Yes." On a river woven with needles and threads, a fisherman rowing a boat thought seriously for a moment, "When we were in the old house before, the boy surnamed Li next door always wanted to steal us to sell for money. After the master scolded her, he still held a grudge and used a firecracker to blow up the shoes that the master hung at the door... I have wanted to beat him up for a long time."

"...Such a small grudge should not make him hire a killer to seek revenge, right?"

"One thing is one thing, the old house is indeed too small, not enough to display our... Many brothers and sisters can only be pressed at the bottom of the box, and they are suffocating to death." In the central embroidery, a young man under a willow tree said with his head propped up,

"It's still better here, it's big and quiet, everyone can gather every day Together, no one will disturb us. "

"Yes, the only thing we have to guard against here is the young master... He kicks the ball without eyes, and I almost kicked it to pieces last time."

"The young master is already in college, how can he still be so childish!"

"So what if he is in college? When he sees Miss Su, he still blushes like a monkey's butt? Just like when he was a child."

"Don't say that, I think the young master is much better this time, and the degree of blushing is not as much as a monkey's butt, at most it is... um... apple?"

"What's the difference? !"

In the dead silent main hall of the museum, dozens of embroidered pictures are talking about it in full swing. Some are old men holding hoes on the shore, some are sparrows standing on branches, and some are young girls wearing light gauze...

The only thing they have in common is that in the upper right corner of the embroidery, there is the same signature:

-Xiao Chunping.

Just when they were chatting and forgetting themselves, an invisible embroidery thread floated through the void and flashed on all the embroidered pictures in the blink of an eye.

Those people and animals who were still talking just a second ago, all had their mouths sewn shut by invisible embroidery threads, frozen in place, as if they had turned back into ordinary embroidery pictures.

About four or five seconds later, a figure silently walked through the side corridor and approached the main hall.

"The sense of voyeurism seems to have disappeared..."

Chen Ling walked in the darkness, thinking, "Was it just my illusion just now? It shouldn't be... But why did I still not find out what the problem was after using the eyes of 'Zhu Yan'?"

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

When this line of prompts floated up, Chen Ling's brows instinctively frowned...

"No... There must be something wrong." The increase in audience expectations made Chen Ling more certain of his judgment. He stood in the center of the museum, constantly recalling all the details in his mind.

"First, rule out Nie Yu. If he was really spying on me in secret, he should have taken action as soon as I found out... There's no need to wait until I'm fully alert before taking action, and he shouldn't have found this place so quickly.

Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao is impossible, think carefully, the feeling of being spied on only appeared when I arrived at the museum... Could it be..."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and his sight swept around.

In the museum late at night, only a dazzling array of embroidery pictures were hung on the wall, quiet and empty.

Chen Ling stayed in place for a long time, and finally passed through the main hall and walked out of the exhibition area from the side door. As he opened a glass door, a man-made rockery and stream came into his sight.

This is the rest area of ​​the museum. Although the area is not as large as Su Zhiwei's house, it is also complete, small and exquisite.

After coming out of the exhibition area and going outdoors, Chen Ling's body, which had always been tense, finally relaxed a little.

"Hmm?" As soon as Chen Ling walked in, he saw a figure on the stone bridge a few dozen meters away, staring down at the broken reflection of the moonlight in the stream, wondering what he was thinking.

It was Su Zhiwei.

At the same time, Su Zhiwei also turned his head to look here, and said in surprise:

"Director Chen, why haven't you slept yet?"

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still did not tell the mystery of this museum and his own speculation. He shook his head and said, "I can't sleep, what about you?"

"Me too." Su Zhiwei's eyes fell on the stream again, his eyes were a little complicated, "Their playing... is getting louder and louder."

"Strings?"

"...Hmm."

"Where are they?"

"They are everywhere."

Su Zhiwei raised her hand and gently scooped the broken starlight on the surface of the stream. The reflection of the starlight seemed to come alive, rising slowly from the water surface, swaying in the air, like a touch of star wine in a teacup.

She held up a pool of starlight.

This scene stunned Chen Ling. Before he could come to his senses, Su Zhiwei gently closed her hands, and the starlight flowing in the void began to vibrate at a very high frequency, constantly collapsing, compressing, and condensing in the void...

Chen Ling could clearly feel that a sense of oppression began to spread from the sphere, and the wind from the void began to sweep with Su Zhiwei as the center, rustling the surrounding leaves.

This group of starlight, which should have been nothingness and non-existent, was transforming into some unknown energy form under Su Zhiwei's "command". Even Chen Ling sensed a dangerous breath from this energy.

However, as the starlight was condensed into the size of a fist, Su Zhiwei suddenly groaned and his hands shook slightly.

The next moment, the condensed starlight collapsed in the air, and disappeared into nothingness in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed... The rustling sound in the garden also stopped abruptly.

Su Zhiwei was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished an intense exercise, and his face was a little pale.

Chen Ling, who witnessed all this, was stunned for a long time before asking in shock:

"You... have begun to master the power of the 'string'?"