"The murder weapon was from the backstage of the theater, not from outside. It is suspected that Maria brought it to the murderer. If the murderer really intended to murder Maria, he would not have prepared the murder weapon in advance and used something from the theater. What if he didn't get it? So I think the murderer might have been motivated by impulse.
"Secondly, if the murderer murdered Maria on impulse, then he would definitely not be able to prepare a set of clean clothes to replace the bloody clothes. He couldn't be naked without clothes to replace the bloody clothes, so the murderer had no choice but to steal a piece of clothes to wear."
Ed continued to speak, and after listening to Ed's words, Douglas responded curiously.
"Steal? Whose? Audience members watching the show live won't bring an extra set of clothes for him to steal."
"Of course there are places to steal. Officer, don't forget where we are. This is a theater. There must be a lot of clothes, not to mention other things." Ed continued, and Douglas immediately understood what Ed meant.
"You mean to say...the murderer stole the theater's clothes?"
"Yes, I've seen the backstage wardrobe room. There aren't many people there, so it's easy to steal. In fact, I've asked the theater staff to count the number of clothes before, and there is indeed a men's suit missing."
Ed started talking, and Douglas heard this and understood how Ed found the murderer.
"So, as long as we find out who is wearing the missing clothes, we can conclude that he is the murderer."
"Yes, I have asked the theater attendants who recognize the dress to patrol the audience seats. I also asked them to enter each box in the name of service. Now we have the result, let's hurry up."
Ed and Douglas continued to walk forward. After walking for a while, they came to a corridor on the upper floor. There were windows on one side and doors on the other side. The doors were numbered and seemed to be used to connect to the boxes. At the end of the corridor, several theater waiters were knocking on a door, shouting as they knocked.
"Please open the door, everyone inside. We have a free gift service."
"I said, I don't need any service! Get out of here!"
Inside the door, a voice that seemed a little angry responded to the waiter outside the door. Just as the waiters were about to say something, Ed came to the door with Douglas and several policemen.
"What's the situation now? He still refuses to come out?"
"Detective, the other party still has no intention of opening the door. We told them that they would not open it even if we offered free services." A waiter responded, and Ed spoke directly after hearing this.
"Then just use the key to open the door."
"yes."
As he spoke, the theater attendant took out the key and opened the door. After pushing the door open, a scene of a private room appeared inside. When the person inside saw the door was opened, he immediately stood up in anger.
"Who let you in? Believe it or not, I'll complain..."
In the box, a man in a somewhat exaggerated suit shouted loudly. Just as he was about to vent his anger, he saw the policeman standing at the door and froze in place.
Without any polite words, Ed walked directly into the box. Douglas and several other policemen also walked in. Seeing the police enter the box, the man in a clean and flamboyant suit subconsciously took two steps back.
"Officer, what are you doing..."
"Mr. Byron Davis, some cases have occurred in the theater right now. We would like to ask you to cooperate in the investigation." Looking at Byron in front of him, Ed, who was standing next to Douglas, said directly, while Byron looked at Douglas and then spoke.
"What case? Officer, please help me. I have been watching the show here and I don't know anything..."
"Don't say anything yet, just answer the questions and cooperate with the investigation." Douglas said seriously. After seeing this, Byron swallowed and said.
"Okay...just ask whatever you want to ask."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Davis. The first question I want to ask you is... do you know Maria Dokana?" Ed looked at Byron and asked bluntly. After hearing the name, Byron was slightly startled, and then said.
"No, I don't know any woman who is Maria."
"I don't recognize it...what's the matter with these letters?" Ed placed a few unfolded letters on the table in the box and continued.
"This is a letter between Maria and one of her lovers. The handwriting on it is a little too similar to the handwriting you used when registering for the box."
Ed said that unlike other ordinary auditoriums, theater boxes need to be reserved. Douglas on the other side was a little surprised when he saw Ed took out these letters.
"How could this kid find out so many things in such a short time?"
"It's just the handwriting. It's too easy to make it similar. It can't prove anything!" Byron gritted his teeth and continued to shout, while Ed continued to answer calmly.
"Really? Well, let's not talk about the notes, let's talk about your clothes first. Mr. Byron, can you tell me where you bought this suit?"
"Well... this, this was given to me by my friend. I don't know where he bought it..." Byron said hesitantly, while a theater waiter on the other side shouted loudly.
"Those are the clothes we use for performances here! They are specially made for us and are not available for sale outside!"
After hearing what the waiter said, Byron froze in place for a moment, his eyes widened, his fists clenched, and a look of nervousness all over his body.
At this time, Douglas glanced around and noticed a swollen bag on the top of the box. After seeing the bag, Douglas spoke bluntly to the police officer next to him.
"Search."
After hearing what Douglas said, the police officer immediately stepped forward to search the bag. Byron subconsciously wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Ed.
"Sheriff Douglas, Detective Ed, there's this in here!"
Soon, the police officer who searched the bag pulled out a suit jacket covered with blood. This was Byron's clothes. The blood was from when Byron killed his servants. Of course, at this moment, in the eyes of Douglas and other police officers, the blood naturally belonged to Maria.
The moment the blood-stained shirt appeared, Byron's face darkened as if he had lost all hope. His whole body went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.
"Mr. Byron, now, do you have anything else to say?"
Looking at Byron kneeling in front of him, Ed murmured slowly, and Byron raised his hands tremblingly, covered his head with his hands, and said with a trembling body.
"It's all... it's all... that guy's fault, it's all that bitch's fault! We were just joking about the division, but that bitch took it seriously! She said she would stay with me forever... Ugh!"
Byron spat loudly, his expression becoming agitated. Then he raised his head and spoke even louder with even more intense words.
"That bitch actually wanted to marry me! She even threatened me with what I did in the past. As a cheap bitch, she actually wanted to tie me up for life. She was just a stepping stone for me to get close to Adele, just a tool! What a nobody! I just made her pay for her stupid threats! What did I do wrong!"
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