Autumn rain hits the glazed tiles of the museum, and water drops drip down the corners of the eaves, splashing fine water splashes on the bluestone slabs. Zhou Mingyuan stood in front of the window of the restoration room, looking at the shadows of the sycamore trees swaying in the rain. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the mineral pigments stained on his sleeves. The bronze cauldron glowed dimly on the operating table, and the blood stains from last night still remained in the gaps between the gluttonous patterns on the cauldron's body. He put on latex gloves and pulled out the bulging hiking bag from under the workbench. Dark red liquid oozed from the zipper bite, dragging a winding trace on the ground.
"Teacher Zhou?" A clear female voice sounded outside the door.
Zhou Mingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he turned around, a gentle smile appeared on his face. Jiang Xiaoyu stood at the door holding the folder, her ponytail swaying slightly as she looked around: "The curator asked me to take pictures of the restoration process..."
Her voice stopped abruptly. The zipper of the hiking bag slid open half an inch at some point, revealing half of his pale fingers.
Concept: suspense