Chapter 1370 1356: Fangs

After receiving the doctor's advice.

Zhou Yi and Isabelle returned to the Song and Dance Theater. People from the Defense Department and the Police Station were all here, guarding vigilantly.

Moreover.

Zhou Yi deliberately summoned a small team from the Anti-Insurgency Bureau, including two Awakened, to anticipate any changes. With his current authority, he had enough rights to mobilize a small-scale Anti-Insurgency Bureau force.

But during the time he was away, no accidents occurred.

Everything was calm.

Except for the empty stage, and the blood on it, narrating the horrific scene that had occurred before.

Zhou Yi began to search the Song and Dance Theater.

He felt.

The influence range of that Deceitful Object shouldn't be large. If its influence was substantial, it could easily cause more incidents in other theaters.

There are quite a few theaters within Panshi City.

If it had a wide coverage, it surely wouldn't commit crimes at only one location, as Deceitful Objects struggle to control their power.

Zhou Yi focused his search in the actors' dressing room.

However.

After thoroughly searching, there was no discovery.

Isabelle searched in the makeup room as well but found nothing.

Finally, Zhou Yi called in the manager of the Song and Dance Theater. This middle-aged man, dressed in a black suit, a bit chubby from too many social engagements, stood respectfully in front of him at this moment.

The middle-aged man understood clearly.

His connections and relationships were utterly useless in front of this young man, who could summon the police chief with a single call, and they wouldn't dare breathe too loudly in his presence.

When the incident occurred earlier.

He was still thinking of using methods and connections to suppress the matter, to prevent public opinion from fermenting and affecting the Song and Dance Theater's reputation.

Now he only wanted to receive a lighter punishment.

After all.

Since a life was lost here, he, as the manager, would undoubtedly bear responsibility.

So, in facing Zhou Yi's inquiries, he replied swiftly, almost answering every question, without daring to hide behind any excuse like business secrets.

"Can you take me to see your warehouse?"

Zhou Yi finally asked.

The manager immediately nodded, discreetly wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said diligently, "Please follow me, the warehouse is at the back of the theater."

Isabelle followed Zhou Yi silently.

The warehouse of the Song and Dance Theater was very large.

It is a separate courtyard, housing a huge rectangular warehouse, with a security post in front of the courtyard gate.

After opening the warehouse doors.

The air inside was fresh, not having that stale feeling of long inactivity.

Next to them.

The director of the Song and Dance Theater wiped his sweat and said, "All the theater's props, stage setups, and equipment are stored in this warehouse, with careful categorization.

If you are looking for something specific.

You can tell me, and I will help you find it!"

"Where are the costumes kept?" Zhou Yi was straightforward. In the "Operatic Voice" archives, costumes were the most recurring element.

Then was that phrase: "Beautiful times, helpless skies..."

So Zhou Yi immediately went to find those props and costumes.

The director led the two to the area where the props and costumes were kept, a large space with rows of iron racks, each holding many garments.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept over these costumes.

Very quickly.

He noticed a trace of ominous aura, and following its trail, Zhou Yi's gaze fixed on a piece of clothing.

It was a traditional blue and white gown, quite elegant.

Zhou Yi and Isabelle's gazes both unconsciously settled on it. Seeing the garment, they both had a flicker of caution in their eyes.

"Very dangerous, yet... it gives a strange feeling. It seems its power is sealed, posing no threat to us."

Isabelle expressed her thoughts.

Zhou Yi nodded.

He had the same feeling in his heart.

Just then, suddenly a gust of wind blew.

However, after they entered, the warehouse doors were closed, and with only the air conditioning in ventilation mode, how could there be a wind blowing?

Zhou Yi's expression changed rapidly.

This wind was abnormal.

Isabelle instinctively, extended transparent and operational silk threads from her fingertips, which spread in all directions and rushed towards the traditional gown.

The wind seemed to be attempting to blow it away!

Isabelle intervened to keep the garment inside the warehouse, not allowing it to ride the wind and escape.

However.

Isabelle evidently underestimated the strength of the wind, as the garments on the rack swayed and nearly flew, and the other clothes swayed as if to leave the racks themselves.

Very soon.

The garment floated up.

Zhou Yi did not hesitate to reach out, attempting to grab the garment directly and temporarily contain it using a special Anti-Insurgency Bureau container.

However.

The garment was light as a breeze and directly fell onto the manager.

This unexpected change.

Zhou Yi was dumbfounded. It chose possession instead of escaping. Or perhaps, it simply couldn't escape?

It inherently lacked strong mobility.

But.

Once attached to another, it could move rapidly.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath as the manager's facial expressions changed rapidly, then he chuckled, his plump and bloated body twisting into an odd shape.

His arms twisted together like pretzels.

Raised above his head.

And at that moment, his feet began to dance nimbly, like a seasoned ballet dancer, though clearly, the manager's physique wasn't suited for ballet classes.

Someone who took ballet might be more likely.

The manager, at this moment.

Wore a mesmerized expression, his hands and feet dancing more gracefully, more skillfully.

As if these movements, needing years of practice.

Had long been engraved in his bones, etched into his soul.

This reminded Zhou Yi of a saying, an agile obese person.

And very agile indeed.

"What dance is this... I feel like something's wrong with what I ate today, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

Isabelle took two steps back.

Zhou Yi timely asked, "Is it a nauseating feeling? Can a doll have such a reaction?"

"No, it's not the doll! It's through the doll that I see this bizarre dance! My God, why is he dancing with such infatuation?"

Isabelle found it difficult to watch the manager, standing on one leg, spinning continuously.

Like... a spinning top.

But his movements were truly skillful.

So skillful that one almost hesitates to interrupt.

Zhou Yi also felt the same at this moment, but as a member of the Anti-Insurgency Bureau and a Special Operations Department member, he was obliged to act.

No matter whether the manager was a good or bad person.

He couldn't sit by while a big man danced himself to exhaustion right before his eyes.