When the moonlight falls on the seventh note, truth begins to breathe.
Zhou Junyan never thought that the music score of "Moonlight" left by his mother would be reproduced in this way ten years later.
At three o'clock in the morning, seven drawing papers were scattered on the floor of the studio, and the title of the last one was the song that should have been buried.
Zhu Jue, who specializes in art, stood in the dark, the cold light of the utility knife reflecting in her eyes.
"Senior Zhou, you can solve the mathematical conjecture, but can you solve this one?"
The seventh section of the score has been tampered with, and the coordinates of the Tangut script are hidden in the sound waves. Their parents may have been witnesses to the archaeological accident that year.
When numbers and colors intertwine, secrets under the moonlight finally begin to whisper.
Purpose: looking for the truth