"Going in from here is the dressing room, dressing room, and prop room of the old theater. To put it bluntly, it was the place where actors used to put on makeup and relax backstage."

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyou's shrewd eyes looked at the black cave entrance opposite: "Where is it over there?"

"That's the small kitchen over there, which is responsible for making tea and cakes for the guests who are attending the opera."

As he spoke, Officer Chen tightened his collar, frowned, and strode into the black hole.

There were no lighting tools in the old theater. Forensic Doctor Ding and Officer Chen walked in front, each holding a flashlight in their hands.

The light was very weak, illuminating the long and narrow corridor. Apart from the cobwebs, there were gray walls. The smell of decay and dampness mixed with the cold wind, blowing toward them one after another.

After walking a few steps, the view gradually became wider. In the center of the room were two rows of long tables placed back to back. There were still a few dusty mirrors on them. Ancient rouge boxes could be seen everywhere, and various headdresses were everywhere.

Countless.

Everyone carefully shuttled between the messy tables and chairs, taking every step with great caution. In the empty room, except for the slow footsteps of everyone, nothing could be heard.

However, at this moment, the flashlight in Officer Chen's hand was swept towards the wall, and suddenly a red shadow was illuminated, which scared everyone and held their breath.

Officer Chen, who has twenty years of police experience, felt so scared for the first time. Big beads of sweat kept sliding down his face. When he carefully moved the flashlight light upward, he saw that the red shadow was just a piece of clothing, not a piece of clothing.

The ghost of the actress.

They couldn't help but breathed a deep sigh of relief. In a blink of an eye, everyone walked to the props area. There were many red costumes, but every one of them was dirty, and they didn't look like the murder weapon that killed Wang Kanyuan.

Xia Qianshuang said: "There is no dust on Wang Kanyuan's neck. If a piece of red silk really strangled him to death, it must have been a clean piece of red silk."

Officer Chen nodded: "The strangest thing is that several witnesses clearly claimed to have watched the deceased leave with their own eyes, but a few minutes later, the body of the deceased appeared in the old theater and was hung on a tree. What happened to the time?

It’s all a bit hasty, unless, as you said, there really is a ghost in this old theater!”

Thinking of this, Leng Yan made a quick decision: "It seems that we have to find those witnesses to find out!"

At about 3 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing and her friends had finished taking notes. Unexpectedly, just when they were about to leave, Officer Chen and Forensic Doctor Ding approached them again.

At this time, Zhang Jing already seemed a little impatient. She still wore the costume of a female actress on her face. She didn't even have time to change her costume. She just randomly picked up a coat outside. In the cold wind of the night, she was cold.

It made her tremble!

"Officer, we have told you everything we know. Other police officers have just written notes for us. Are there any other problems?"

Looking at Zhang Jing's slightly dissatisfied face, Leng Yan couldn't help but frown and said sternly: "This is a death incident. If the murderer is a random murderer, how can you be sure that the murderer will not find Wang Wangyuan again after killing him?"

You? It's better to ask clearly. Catching the murderer as soon as possible will also guarantee the safety of your lives!"
Chapter completed!