老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 52

A smoky musical sound flew out suddenly and then became thinner and sharper. It was like an invisible fish line that tightly held their nerves.

Shen Yan’s originally relaxed posture changed instantly and he looked at Xie Yang in an incredible manner. Everyone else on the set was also dumbfounded and stared at Xie Yang silently. This expression, this aura, this elegance combined with slightly crazy violin posture… wasn’t Xie Yang a singer? What was with this sudden outburst? 

On the side, Xu Heng recovered from his consternation. He quickly went back to his position and pointed the camera at Xie Yang, his expression faintly excited. Long Shuyou on his left had already been staring at Xie Yang when Xie Yang set up the violin. At this time, he consciously leaned over and clenched his hands. On the other side, Xue Xian was dumbfounded and afraid.

Everyone was watching Xie Yang but Xie Yang’s gaze had fallen on Mu Zhouyi, sitting diagonally across from him in the rest area. The moment his eyes fell on Mu Zhouyi, he seemed like a hunter who had finally locked onto his prey. The actions of his hand tightened and accelerated.

The sharp sound of the violin abruptly sank, like a fishing line that had strangled the desired prey. It tightened foolishly and then loosened like a trick. It was erratic and treacherous, cold and bloody.

Xie Yang’s expression became more and more excited. He stared directly into Mu Zhouyi’s eyes and suddenly relaxed his smiling mouth. He stepped forward into the shadow created by the cabinet next to him and pulled the strings heavily. 

The sound of the violin exploded like plasma, seemingly urging: Run, why don’t you run?

Mu Zhouyi was stunned. She finally recovered from the control of Xie Yang’s eyes and violin as she tried to look away. Then Xie Yang turned sideways and disappeared behind the thick clock beside him. The sound of the violin abruptly stopped.

Mu Zhouyi regained her mind and stared closely but she was uncontrollably nervous. She knew this person was still staring, he was staring at her.

The others on the set emerged from the violin sound and became restless. Xu Heng was even more excited as he pushed the camera forward. On the field, Shen Yan realized something and quietly withdrew from the scene.

There was a jingling. The wind chimes suddenly rang from a corner of the windless studio. The original clear sound in the quiet atmosphere gave a type of feeling that didn’t allow the feet to touch the ground.

Mu Zhouyi shivered. Where was it? Her eyes moved and her fists tightened as she couldn’t help looking for the wind chimes.

Jingle, jingle.

The wind chimes suddenly rushed and moved, as if a ghost was dragging a murder weapon in the darkness. The tumultuous crowd returned to silence. As everyone’s mind was caught by the wind chimes, the music box on the shelf suddenly popped open and a broken doll emerged, slowly turning along with the music. 

Everyone was startled and glanced at the music box. Mu Zhouyi also couldn’t help looking at the music box. Then the next second, the violin played gently along with the rhythm of the music box.

People couldn’t help looking for the violin sound. Where was the source of the violin? It was on the right, no, the back—