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Chapter 439: Following the Clues
Chapter 439: Following the Clues
Of course.
This must be a setup to cause trouble for Valala.
As soon as Yao Xing opened her mouth, Lin Sai immediately guessed her next move.
Following the normal course of events, it was likely that she would use the information in her possession to force Valala into a confrontation on stage, a classic plot twist that was all too common.
And then, Yao Xing spoke.
The actress made no attempt to incite or take any other action.
Instead, she described the situation at three different locations, leaving little to the imagination in her words:
"The rehearsal room on the second floor was rented out to a small theater troupe yesterday;
The empty theater seats had no record of anyone entering, but the traces you found indicate that someone from inside the theater must have been there;
As for the platform on the rooftop, people go up there from time to time, so I can't say for sure about the specific situation last night."
Savat listened patiently until she finished, and then asked:
"Miss Yao Xing, how do you know so much about these three places?"
Yao Xing, with a dignified demeanor, explained:
"There are only two weeks left until the Art Festival, and all the theaters, big and small, are busy with rehearsals and practice."
"As for us Awakened Ones, in the past two days, we've been limiting our sleep to just one or two hours."
"So I'm also quite familiar with the situation inside the theater."
As she spoke, Yao Xing smiled at Lin Sai.
She seemed to be showcasing her charm.
But through this gaze, Lin Sai already understood her intentions.
Yao Xing and Valala had spent a long time together and knew each other's personalities.
She knew that simple taunting or coercion wouldn't make Valala agree to a rematch.
So, she decided to emphasize her role through her actions.
"..."
Lin Sai turned her head to the side.
As expected, Valala was looking at her.
Those eyes that seemed to speak.
"..."
This was truly an innocent disaster.
Lin Sai offered a smile, and suddenly, Valala laughed:
"Haha..."
"Really, acting like a child, what's the point of all this?"
Then, she accepted Yao Xing's challenge and began to analyze the current situation:
"We can deduce that Miss Kuwait entered through the Memory Channel."
"Based on this premise, we can first rule out the rooftop. Although it's usually deserted, it's easily affected by external interference, making the use of the Memory Channel too dangerous."
"As for the small theater troupe that rented the space, it's even less likely. The Fimbull Theater holds a high position within the city, and even has a Seventh Stage Performer stationed there. Any unruly actions would be a death wish."
Savat followed Valala's words and said:
"So, among these suspicious locations, there's only the empty theater seats."
"Let's go and investigate thoroughly!"
Savat immediately took action, leading the way to the theater in his Azure Robe.
The atmosphere inside the theater was eerie, reflecting the floating dust in the air.
The place remained deserted, as if forgotten in a corner, a hidden secret.
Lin Sai and the others arrived, expanding their search from the sketchbook's images to the entire theater interior.
"Hmm..."
"There are still quite a lot of footprints..."
Lin Sai muttered to herself.
The theater was filled with countless traces of human activity, and just sorting and counting them was a significant task.
Savat, standing beside her, furrowed his brows and bent down, conducting a thorough search of the theater.
Fortunately, Lin Sai's gaming skills were intuitive enough.
Based on the depth of the footprints, he quickly identified two sets of targets.
[Male footprints: Belonging to a weak, limping adult male.]
[Female footprints: Belonging to a healthy adult female.]
The two sets of footprints matched perfectly with those from the Greenpeak Gallery, and the answer was right in front of them!
"I've got a lead."
Lin Sai called over the others, while Savat, still trying to discern the shape of the footprints, had a look of disbelief on his face:
"So fast?!"
"The time, weight, and shape of these two sets of footprints match those from the gallery last night."
Lindsey nodded calmly and continued describing the details, "The footprint on the left is a woman's, and it matches the one from the Kuwait House's Miss exactly; the one on the right is a man's, and his left foot is limping."
"Phew—"
Savat visibly sighed in relief.
With the intelligence at this stage, the subsequent handling could be considered almost certain.
The Blue Robe official bowed earnestly to Lindsey.
The arrogance he had shown towards the country bumpkin in the morning had completely vanished:
"Mr. Lindsey, Miss Mask... Wah Wah Wah, thank you for your help today."
"The next task might be a bit dangerous, so I'll take care of it."
Savat, with his painter's skills, stared intently at the footprints and began to track them outside the theater. At the theater entrance, he suddenly turned back:
"Sir and Madam, I've troubled you a lot today."
"The Art Association will remember the help of all its friends and will extend our apologies to you later."
With that, Savat left the theater.
The actress Yao Xing glanced over and followed him.
Just before leaving, she muttered to herself, or perhaps with some ulterior motive, "Someone dared to cause trouble in the theater."
"Unfortunately, I can't just turn a blind eye to this."
"..."
The theater returned to silence.
Lindsey looked at Wah Wah Wah beside him, "It... seems like there's nothing left for us to do here?"
The girl gazed in the direction Savat and Yao Xing had left, "We should follow them... No, forget it."
Wah Wah Wah sighed in relief.
She thought about the randomness of her visit to the Fimbull Theatre and Yao Xing's determined expression just now, and finally changed her mind, "We're not on the same path."
"Making such a decision under the influence of emotions. Indeed, this is a sign of my immaturity..."
"Lindsey, let me take you for some grilled fish. By now, the night market in the Red Zone should be bustling."
Lindsey nodded slightly, "Of course."
Just as they were about to leave, two figures appeared at the theater entrance, which had been empty just moments before.
One of them was a middle-aged man with short white hair, wearing a blue and white coat. His gaze fell on Wah Wah Wah, "Young people always make mistakes."
"As long as you can correct them afterward and remember your shortcomings, the audience will appreciate your redemption as a valuable lesson."
Wah Wah Wah, upon seeing him, froze in her reflection, "Principal, you're here too?"
The middle-aged man, who looked like a lively and ordinary person, had no special qualities and had not displayed any skills. But his name was Fenbul, the public face of the Fimbull Theatre and a Seventh Stage performer.
When Wah Wah Wah had worked here, Fenbul had been a very kind but also strict boss.
Even when she decided to retire and leave, he had let her go without any fuss.
Fenbul smiled and pointed at Lindsey, "Selina, aren't you going to introduce this gentleman to me?"
Wah Wah Wah felt as if she were in front of her parents.
She stepped back, stood up straight, and said, "Lindsey, this... he is my traveling companion! Principal!"
However, Lindsey's attention was on the person next to Fenbul.
It was a Blue Robe official, clearly of advanced age and holding a high position in the Art Association.
"I see..."
The situation was now clear.
While they were investigating in the theater, the management of the Fimbull Theatre had not been idle, but they had not stopped them either.
Instead, someone had gone to the Red Zone of Thousand Sails City and brought over a high-ranking Blue Robe official who was friendly with the theater.
This was their best strategy to ensure their own safety!
At that moment, the Blue Robe official noticed Lindsey's gaze and smiled back.
Fenbul, having finished his conversation with Wah Wah Wah, took the opportunity to invite them, "Since you two have witnessed everything, why don't you come along?"
"The reputation of our theater cannot be tarnished by a few scoundrels."
(End of Chapter)
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