I'm not a theatre god

"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 a friend of Miss Su?"

"Hmph, I don't know if he is a friend or not. I only smelled the smell of blood on him, and it was very strong. He must have killed someone not long ago... and there were more than one."

It was already dark, and in the dim main hall of the museum, figures were swaying in the embroidery frames. If you looked carefully, you could see that the figures on the many embroidery pictures seemed to have come to life and were whispering something to each other.

Each thin thread seems to have its own life, controlling the opening and closing of the lips. Although no sound is made, they can sense each other's dialogue.

"Kill, kill, kill...kill?!" In a certain rural embroidery picture, a vivid piglet was shocked!

"Is he a killer? An enemy is coming to visit!?"

"How can there be any enemies... When has our master ever made enemies with others?"

"Yes." On a certain river woven with needlework, a fisherman rowing a boat thought seriously for a moment, "When I was at the old hotel, the guy named Li next door always wanted to steal from us and sell it for money. The owner scolded her. After a while, he still held a grudge and used a firecracker to blow up the owner's shoes hanging at the door... I have wanted to beat him for a long time. "

"...With such a little hatred, he shouldn't be tempted to hire a killer to seek revenge, right?"

"One yard for another, the venue in the old museum is indeed too small, and it is not even enough to display our...many younger brothers and sisters can only press on the bottom of the box, and they are suffocating to death." In the embroidered picture in the center, a person is The young man under the willow tree held his head and said,

"It's better here. It's big and quiet. We can get together every day and no one will bother us."

"Yes, the only thing we have to guard against here is the young master... the ball he kicks is not eye-catching. I almost broke it last time."

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

"So what if you go to college? When you see Miss Su, your face turns as red as a monkey's butt? It's the same as when you were a child."

"Don't say that. I see that the young master is much better this time. His blushing level is not that of a monkey's butt. At best, it's like... um... an apple?"

"What's the difference?!"

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

The only thing they have in common is that they all have the same signature embroidered on the upper right corner of the embroidery:

——Xiao Chunping.

Just when they were lost in conversation, an invisible embroidery thread floated through the void, flashing across all the embroidery pictures in the blink of an eye.

Those characters and animals that were talking loudly just a second ago had their mouths sewn with invisible embroidered silk in an instant, and were frozen in place, as if they had turned back into ordinary embroidered 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..."

The brown windbreaker was swinging lightly in the Museum of Dead Silence. Chen Ling walked in the darkness and thought thoughtfully, "Is it just my illusion just now? It shouldn't be... But why can't I find the problem even though I used Zhu Yan's eyes? Where?"

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

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

"No... there must be something wrong." The increasing expectations of the audience made Chen Ling more confident in his judgment. He stood still in the center of the museum and kept recalling all the details in his mind.

"First of all, exclude Nie Yu. If he is really spying on me secretly, then I should take action as soon as I find out... There is no need to wait for me to be completely alert before taking action, and he probably won't find him so quickly. here.

It's impossible for Su Zhiwei and Yang Xiao. If you think about it carefully, the sense of voyeurism only appeared after arriving at the museum...could it be..."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced around.

In the museum late at night, only the dazzling array of embroidered pictures hanging on the walls were left, quiet and empty.

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

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

After coming out of the exhibition area and going outdoors, Chen Ling's always tense body finally relaxed slightly.

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

It was Su Zhiwei.

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

"Director Chen, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still did not reveal the mystery of this museum or her speculation. She shook her head and said, "Can't sleep, how about you?"

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

"string?"

"……Um."

"Where exactly are they?"

"They're everywhere."

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

She held up a pool of starlight.

Chen Ling was stunned by this scene. Before he could recover, Su Zhiwei's hands gently closed. The starlight flowing in the void began to tremble at an extremely high frequency, constantly collapsing and compressing in the void. , solid...

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

Under Su Zhiwei's "command", this ball of starlight that should have been void was transforming into some unknown energy form. Even Chen Ling sensed a dangerous aura from this energy.

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

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

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

Chen Ling, who witnessed all this with her own eyes, was stunned for a long time before she asked in shock:

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