Lu Ban immediately clenched the crowbar in his hand.

He looked closely and found that the face of the model seemed to have been damaged by something, revealing the outlines of human facial features.

"Were these mannequins the ones that caused the fire?"

Lu Ban took two steps back and shone the flashlight around the switch.

He didn't know much about circuits, so he could only see that the fire was dense near the switch and got smaller as it moved outwards.

"But why did the fire backstage lead to Du Danping's death?"

Judging from the situation in the theater hall, the fire spread to almost the entire hall, and even a big hole was broken in the dome. How could a fire that started backstage evolve into this?

"There shouldn't have been many people in the theater at the time. If there weren't any other accidents, they should have been able to evacuate quickly. What affected them?"

The more Lu Ban thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

There were more than a dozen people rehearsing here, and no one noticed a fire backstage. The fire spread to the extent that it almost destroyed the entire theater. Could it be that these people had lost their minds and fallen asleep?

At the same time, Lu Ban felt that the surroundings were unreasonably hot.

Sweat was already oozing out of his back, and the heat was still rising.

When Lu Ban turned around, he saw the entire theater was on fire!

In that scorching hell, there was a human figure with fire all over his body struggling, wailing in pain, crawling towards Lu Ban, trying to drag him in as well.

Lu Ban saw that the doll with a human face at his feet was burning with flames and stretched out its hand towards Lu Ban's trouser leg.

He immediately swung the crowbar in his hand and hit the puppet's head.

Snap——

The crowbar was so powerful that the rotten head of the puppet was shattered with just one blow. Lu Ban was about to run out of the stage, but found that the entire theater hall had become dim again.

The fire just now seemed to be just a temporary illusion, and the entire theater was still deserted, lonely and dark.

Lu Ban looked at the thing that was smashed by the crowbar. It was not a doll, but just an ordinary wooden shelf placed randomly.

As we walked out, all the fused mannequins that we had seen before disappeared, as if it were a nightmare.

Lu Ban came to the piano and turned around to shine the flashlight backstage, but there was nothing.

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Lu Ban realized that the previous heat might just be an illusion.

The flashlight shone onto the devastated second floor. There were no puppets wailing in pain, nor were there any rising, scorching flames. There was only silence.

However, when Lu Ban used his flashlight to check the mannequins with strange eyes in the control room opposite the stage, he was surprised to find that the mannequins that were staring at this place in front of the window were all gone!!!

Lu Ban had many guesses about where these dolls had gone.

"These are the people who died in the fire. Their resentment is left here, trying to find the people who killed them?"

"If that's the case, not only will they not hurt me, they should help me."

When he thought of this, he seemed to feel a lot more at ease.

Lu Ban returned to the first row next to his backpack.

After all, he is not a famous detective who can solve the case by sitting in a rocking chair. The police have investigated it so many times, and he certainly won't be able to find too many new clues about the case. Instead of wasting his efforts, he might as well wait for the other party to appear.

Since the mission says to find a performer, it means there must be performances here at night, and someone has also mentioned this on the local forum.

Lu Ban sat back, took a sip of water, and continued to watch the video on his phone.

I don’t know if it’s because his view on those weird model dolls has changed, but he didn’t encounter any strange phenomena for a while afterwards.

To be precise, there was nothing worthy of his attention.

Sometimes there were strange sounds like footsteps coming from outside the hall, the crisp sound of marbles bouncing on the ground, and occasionally a model doll would appear and disappear in front of the control room window - if you ignored these, it was indeed quite peaceful.

After twelve o'clock, Lu Ban looked at the remaining power of the power bank and looked up at the piano.

At this time, the moon was just above the hole in the dome. The clear moonlight fell and hit the piano directly, forming a natural spotlight.

The theater hall was filled with a layer of hazy moonlight, making it much brighter.

Under the cover of such light, the originally gloomy, dark and eerie theater hall did not seem so scary anymore.

A cloud slowly floated by, covering up all the beauty.

Ding——

Suddenly, a string sound came from the piano.

Lu Ban immediately put away his phone, picked up the crowbar, picked up the flashlight, and walked towards the stage.

Ding——

The piano sounded again, but it sounded dull, wooden and sluggish, like a paralyzed person struggling to raise his hand and press the keys.

Ding——

Lu Ban saw that the black and white keys of the piano were suddenly pressed down automatically, as if an invisible person was adjusting the pitch.

Ding——

When the fourth note was played, Lu Ban heard that this note seemed much more pleasant, as if a musician who had not touched an instrument for many years had finally regained his touch.

Ding——

By the fifth note, there seemed to be a faint melody between the two piano sounds.

As the clouds dispersed and the moonlight once again fell on the piano, the melody surged.

In complete contrast to this gloomy atmosphere, the clear and melodious piano sound filled the entire theater hall like flowing water, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The black and white keys of the piano kept rising and falling, like swaying waves at dusk, rippling out a melody that Lu Ban had never seen before.

He was momentarily attracted by the sound of the piano, and it seemed that only this melody remained in his mind.

The music kept flowing and jumping, and the theater hall also quietly changed.

All of a sudden, those corrupt, desolate and dirty things had colors: red, green and blue. Colors imaginable and unimaginable to humans echoed in the theater hall.

Before we knew it, many mannequins with strange eyes were standing in front of the window of the control room, in the ruined boxes, and at the main entrance. They did not step into the theater lobby, but just stared at the stage, like audiences looking forward to the performance, or like devout believers.

Lu Ban was immersed in the melody that intertwined different contradictory emotions such as holiness, solemnity, lightness, melodiousness, and liveliness, and seemed to have forgotten what he was going to do.

He could see that under the moonlight, on the stage, next to the piano, there was a performer sitting.

The performer was wearing a tuxedo, his fingers moving nimbly across the black and white keys, like a master performer with the highest skills.

However, that person, or the humanoid performer, had all kinds of charred marks all over his body, like a body that had been baptized by fire and eventually burned to ashes. His blood vessels, muscles, and bones were no longer human.

When Lu Ban saw this scene, he suddenly came to his senses.

He knew clearly that this was the biggest anomaly of the Jiangcheng Grand Theater!