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"Why did Zhou Yu, a professional dancer, leave the Dressing Room just before the performance? And why do you remain tight-lipped about Li Mei's death?"
"You don't understand..." Zhou Huifang interrupted me.
"I truly don't." I pulled out my phone and displayed a photo.
"This is a surveillance image taken a month ago at a café in the suburbs. The person in the photo is Zhou Yu. Who is the person sitting across from her?"
Zhou Huifang stared at the photo, her pupils slightly constricting.
"That person is wearing a mask and a hat, but judging by their body shape and posture, they closely resemble Li Mei," I continued.
"Interestingly, according to the autopsy report, Li Mei's body was severely carbonized in the fire and could only be identified through dental records."
"That's enough!" Zhou Huifang suddenly stood up. "I’m leaving."
"Wait." I took out a document from the drawer.
"This is another medical record I found for Li Mei. She was born without her second molar on the left side, yet the body found at the fire scene had intact teeth."
Zhou Huifang's face turned pale.
At that moment, my phone vibrated again.
"8 PM tonight, Old Theater. If you want to know Zhou Yu's whereabouts, come alone. — Li Mei"
"It seems Li Mei is indeed alive," I said as I looked at the message.
"The question is, what exactly are she and Zhou Yu planning?"
Suddenly, Zhou Huifang laughed, a chilling smile that sent shivers down my spine. "You will regret taking this case."
She turned to leave but collided with Xiao Wang, who was entering with a cup of coffee.
The scalding coffee splashed onto her neck, and she let out a startled cry.
I clearly saw a patch of her makeup washed away by the coffee, revealing a grotesque scar beneath.
"I'm so sorry!" Xiao Wang quickly apologized.
But Zhou Huifang had already rushed out the door.
I hurried to the entrance and saw her hastily climb into a black sedan.
"Xiao Wang, help me check the license plate of that car."
I turned back to my office and opened my computer, quickly searching for something.
Soon, I found a crucial piece of information: Li Mei had been a genius in styling design, having created mechanisms and props for several escape room projects.
Among those projects was one titled "Beneath the Mask," which told a story about identity swapping.
I glanced at the time; it was three in the afternoon.
There were still five hours until eight o'clock that evening.
Just then, the office phone rang.
I picked up the receiver, and a distorted voice came through: "If you really want to investigate further, I suggest you first look at the surveillance footage from before Zhou Yu went missing. Some truths are far more terrifying than you can imagine."
04
I stood at the entrance of the Old Theater, the cold wind making the sign creak.
In the afternoon, I managed to obtain the surveillance footage from the day of the fire.
The footage showed that ten minutes before the incident, Zhou Yu was indeed having a heated argument with a woman.
That woman was Li Mei, and she was holding something in her hand.
What was even more bizarre was that the surveillance system malfunctioned for a full seven minutes during the fire.
When the video feed resumed, the Dressing Room was already engulfed in thick smoke.
I pushed open the theater's heavy door, the decaying wood creaking loudly.
The light from my phone screen cast long shadows across the empty hall.
"You've arrived," a voice called from the second floor.
I looked up to see a masked figure standing on the staircase.
The mask was pure white, adorned with a painting of a burning red rose.
"Li Mei?" I asked tentatively.
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