“Even a hundred precautions can lead to a loophole.
Although the murderer erased all traces inside and outside the room, what he didn't know was that in order to practice the best pace rhythm, Maxford replaced the carpet in the tent with a special type that could leave marks.
He used this to continuously improve his footwork, but who would have thought that before he could even master the lightest steps, the carpet would record the murderer's footprints!
From the tent to the troupe, there was not a trace of anything along such a long road, only this carpet showed the murderer's true form!
Although I hate Xi Mu to the core, I can't point fingers at anyone without evidence.
So I can only come to you.
Lake, since you and Maxford were drunk together, please help me, please, let me know whether the murderer is Ximu's man.
Do these shoe sole prints belong to Xi Mu...?"
Mrs. Froude burst into tears.
So does Lake.
Because he had already figured out who the footprints belonged to, the murderer was Ximu's man!
Captain Fate!
The murderer is really Fate!
He was very familiar with this footprint, not because of the uniform long boots worn by the clown, but because once when the clown was teasing an actor, he accidentally spilled a ball of fire at Fate's feet. Fate was unable to dodge and the flames burned a dent on the sole of his shoe.
But because the concave shape was somewhat similar to the shape of Ximu's group emblem, Fate said it was a good sign, representing that Ximu was becoming more down-to-earth, so he decided not to change the boots.
No one knew about this except Lake, Fate himself, and the acrobats who were present...
Seeing the evidence right in front of him, Lake couldn't bear the psychological pressure of the day and burst into tears.
He didn't understand why Fate would do such a thing.
Does he not believe Ximu, or does he not believe the clown?!
Could it be that in his eyes, Ximu’s clown is so much worse than Chenxi’s clown?
Otherwise, why would he choose to attack Maxford?
But if he does this, where does that put circus art?
Is Ximu’s century-long pursuit a true artistic pinnacle or just a victory?
Lake was confused. He thought that Fate was the person who knew him best in the world, but now he felt that the other party was a stranger, even worse than Maxford, with whom he had only drunk for one night and had only one day of friendship!
But Maxford died at Fate's hands.
How ironic and absurd this is!
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