"This stitch is wrong!" I suddenly broke the thread, and my fingertips brushed against the "Picture of Hundred Horses Returning to the Dynasty" that my grandfather had half-embroidered before his death. In the Suzhou embroidery fragment of eight war horses galloping on the waves, there is a series of Morse code pinholes hidden in the mane of the ninth horse.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and an anonymous text message popped up: "Japanese businessman Yuta Mikami has arrived in Suzhou. He knows that your grandfather is a double agent of Wang Puppet No. 76."
I grabbed my embroidery bag and rushed to the studio, but I was blocked by two men in black at the entrance of the alley. The older one showed his national security ID: "Ms. Lin, the 1945 underground party list was embroidered on your grandfather's tapestry. The Mikami family has been looking for it for seventy years."
Late at night, I sneaked into the museum under the pretense of restoring ancient embroidery. The moment the ultraviolet light scanned "The Return of Hundred Horses to the Dynasty", the ninth horse's eyeballs suddenly oozed blood - it was not silk thread at all, but a microfilm embroidered with human hair!
Mikami Yuta's laughing voice came from behind: "Your Majesty embroidered the name list into the DNA of your hair. What a genius." He raised his hand to reveal the old bullet hole scar. The location was exactly the same as the blind master who taught me random stitch embroidery.
