Mo Sifei stared at the people coming and going and said, "Why didn't anyone call the police when something as big as a death happened?"
"So this is what you are talking about." Jiao Lei explained: "When the incident happened, Lou Yuqing had already called the police. But the information fed back by the police was a bit strange?"
"What's weird?"
Jiao Lei said: "The police told them to leave the scene and the matter would be taken care of later."
"This is too childish!" Mo Sifei frowned, "Could the police also have something to do with this matter?"
Although he said this, Mo Sifei subconsciously felt that this matter had nothing to do with the police, but that for some reason, the police did not show up. As for why he thinks this way, Mo Sifei himself doesn't know. There have been more and more strange things happening recently, which made Mo Sifei suspect that everything was actually the same and he was the only one who became strange.
Mo Sifei suppressed this strange thought. He noticed that even the people in the drama club were behaving a little strangely. Judging from their behavior, it was completely different from how they had witnessed Fang Qinwei's death before. Now they seemed unusually... indifferent. It's like the death of an ant has nothing to do with you.
"Why is everyone reacting so calmly when a person dies? Although Fang Qinwei is not a good person, the current situation seems a bit strange." Mo Sifei thought like this, which actually inspired his desire to find the truth. He walked to the aisle and looked at the dressing room where Fang Qinwei died from a distance. This perspective seemed familiar, as if it was the perspective from which the woman in the white dress was seen before.
For some reason, Mo Sifei thought of that girl at this moment, and whether it was an illusion or not, he smelled the faint fragrance again. Mo Sifei walked to the locker room involuntarily. He didn't know whether it was an act of his own accord or if he was led by the scent.
When he came to his senses, he was already in the locker room. Fang Qinwei's body lay quietly on the ground, and the place became even emptier than before, with only a backpack huddled under the mirror in the corner of the room.
Jiao Lei followed from behind, carefully walked around Fang Qinwei's body and said, "All the boys in the drama club are gone, why is there still a backpack left?"
"Obviously, this backpack belongs to Fang Qinwei." Mo Sifei only hesitated for a moment, but his steps already led him to the package. Curiosity drove Mo Sifei to open his backpack, revealing the corner of a photo frame.
"This photo frame! Is it?" Jiao Lei couldn't help shouting, stretched out his hand to pull it out of the bag, took a closer look, and then said: "Yes, this is it!"
"What is this?" Mo Sifei asked.
"This..." Jiao Lei didn't know what he thought of. He glanced at Fang Qinwei's body with a somewhat stiff expression and stammered: "It's... it's the portrait of Liu Wenjing!"
"The portrait? Why did it appear in Fang Qinwei's package?" Mo Sifei had a disgusting feeling. In fact, he vaguely guessed that Fang Qinwei must have secretly hidden it.
"After the memorial service yesterday, Liu Wenjing's portrait suddenly disappeared. At first, everyone thought there was a supernatural incident, but unexpectedly it was hidden by Fang Qinwei." Jiao Lei's answer was not what Mo Sifei expected. Both of them were surprised. It is the contempt of Fang Qinwei from the bottom of his heart.
"How can a person be so wretched?" Mo Sifei thought he had seen the world before, but he did not expect that there would be such a person in the world. He asked casually: "The supernatural incident you mentioned before was the loss of the portrait. ?"
"Actually, it's more than that." Jiao Lei said, "Someone once witnessed Liu Wenjing's ghost appearing in the small theater!"
"How is this possible?" Mo Sifei almost instinctively rejected supernatural events and said, "Maybe someone is just looking at it and spreading lies. How can there be ghosts in the world!"
"It's true!" Jiao Lei was very concerned about this kind of thing and said seriously: "I just heard what Tong Xiao said. Not long after Liu Wenjing died, he saw Liu Wenjing appear in the theater, wearing..."
A scream interrupted Jiao Lei's words, and Mo Sifei recognized that it was Lou Yuqing's voice.
"not good!"
The two of them ran to the room where Lou Yuqing was at almost at the same time. Along the way, Mo Sifei discovered that at some point, everyone in the drama club had left. When they walked in, they found Lou Yuqing standing there safe and sound. Jiao Lei breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "We heard your cry, what happened?"
Lou Yuqing pointed to her backpack and said, "My things have been turned over!"
"Is it... a stalker?" Mo Sifei frowned, "Did you lose anything?"
Lou Yuqing looked at the contents of the bag carefully before replying: "Nothing is missing."
"Didn't he lose it?" Mo Sifei said thoughtfully, "What is he looking for?"
Jiao Lei said: "I didn't expect him to be so courageous that he could sneak into the backstage of a small theater?"
"There are many people backstage, how could he easily enter the women's locker room?" Lou Yuqing asked in surprise.
Mo Sifei looked around. The windows were closed and the only way to enter was through the front door. He rolled his eyes and said: "The only way to enter the dressing room is the main entrance. Let's go see where else we can get to the backstage."
"Okay." Jiao Lei agreed and put the portrait of Liu Wenjing in his hand in the corner.
Mo Sifei glanced at the portrait, wanting to see what kind of girl Liu Wenjing was, but Jiao Lei leaned the back of the portrait against the wall. At this time, Lou Yuqing said from the side: "I will go with you. Here, I am alone..."
Lou Yuqing, who has always been smart and capable, rarely showed a weak side. Unexpectedly, Mo Sifei did not refuse, and the three of them patrolled the small theater together.
While looking around, Lou Yuqing introduced: "Small theaters usually only have front and back doors. The front door is for the audience to enter. Most people have to go backstage and enter directly from the stage."
Mo Sifei said: "There is also a back door, an entrance specially provided for actors. Besides, are there any other ways to enter?"
Lou Yuqing thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, there is. That place is the men's room."
"Men's restroom?" Jiao Lei said strangely: "Is there another door to the men's restroom?"
"Of course not." Lou Yuqing said: "The windows there are relatively large, and they lead to the stairs outside, making it easier to sneak in. But only people in our drama club will notice this kind of thing. Because we sometimes need to rehearse all night, and At that time, the theater was closed, so we sneaked in from there.”
"In other words, only people from the drama club will know about this place." Mo Sifei confirmed.
"We don't rule out other possibilities." Lou Yuqing said with some embarrassment, "Because sometimes, members of the drama club will bring their boyfriends and girlfriends in to stay with them all night long."
"Then the scope is quite large." Jiao Lei sighed.