"There are no shell casings in the body or at the scene?"

Caitlin was puzzled, because neither the musket nor the Hextech pistol could escape the limits of bullets. And there are also some eyewitnesses who are knowledgeable and can prove that the gunshots they heard were not from energy weapons.

Caitlin frowned at the bullet holes in her seat, wondering what kind of firearm it could pierce through thick leather seats and human bodies without the aid of ammunition.

The rounded bullet holes turned into a dark swirl in her gaze, and Caitlyn seemed to realize something.

She immediately asked the medical examiner, who was a head shorter than her, "From what angle did the bullet enter the victim?" ”

The forensic doctor was stunned for a moment, apparently not realizing for a moment what connection there was between the angle of injection and the bullet casing. She replied: "The projectile was fired from the back, and the reason why it didn't leave any residue was probably because it turned into a brilliant smoke. ”

The medical examiner now did not dare to call what was shot into the victim's body a bullet, which was probably something she could not have imagined.

Caitlin clenched her fists excitedly when she heard the affirmative answer, and sure enough, the killer shot Jagu in the back, which explained why the audience could hear the gunshots ringing out right next to her.

She turned to the young dancer and asked her one last question, asking her to describe what the audience looked like behind Jagu's seat.

He sits quietly, like an appreciator in a dance, she writes. But his shoulders were very high, and one shoulder was even higher than his head.

"There were hundreds of spectators at that time, how did you remember him so clearly?" Caitlin wrote the question on a piece of paper.

To get closer to the truth, she asked the oversized question.

The dancer wrote on the paper: Because the stage manager told me that I would be there today with big shots, let me dance harder. When I found Jagu, my eyes were drawn to the person behind him, because he made me feel an inexplicable disgust in my bones, so I was impressed.

"Thank you for your cooperation, I will return your innocence as soon as possible." Caitlin folded the paper on which their conversation had been recorded and stuffed it into her pocket, beckoning the ticket inspector.

The clues provided by Miss Dancer made her wonder how sorry the killer looked to be so impressive.

A middle-aged man approached Caitlin with a stack of ticket stubs in his waist purse indicating his identity.

The ticket inspector is a kind uncle who has been working in the theater for 20 years, and even though there is no language exchange, he still knows many regular customers of the theater.

Caitlin asked him, "Sir, take the liberty of asking if you saw a spectator with very high and low shoulders during the check-in today." ”

"Yes!" The uncle agreed: "He is tall and thin, wearing a fur coat and carrying an iron rod, and he looks a little lame when he walks, but his steps are quite vigorous." He's a little hunchbacked, I don't think he's high or low shoulders, but he does have a huge deformity on his shoulder, which is hidden by a cloak, maybe that's what Miss Sheriff said about high and low shoulders? ”

Like the dancers, the reason why the uncle was impressed by the murderer was also due to his deformity, he had seen countless people of all kinds in his twenty years as a ticket inspector in the theater, but such a strange body was outstanding even compared to the members of the mechanical sect of Zaun.

"I see, so what else can you give you a clue? For example, why did the killer know that he was sitting in front of Jagu, did you leak the audience's privacy? ”

Catelyn quickly scribbled down messages in the Codex, and occasionally glanced at the ticket inspector for signs of dodging or unusual movements.

When Caitlyn asked this, Uncle Ticket Inspector panicked on the spot, and quickly explained: "No, how could we leak the audience information before the show started, unless we were lucky enough to buy them together, or changed seats before the show started." Oh yes! I still have the ticket stub for that one, so I'll take a look at it now! ”

He pulled out a ticket stub from his pocket and turned it over from the seat where the killer and the victim were seated, there were no memory marks on it, but Caitlyn was keenly aware of the problem.

"Why are these two ticket stubs stacked together instead of consecution?"

"It's stacked together because when I meet an audience member who comes together, I fold it first, then tear off the ticket stub, and then stuff it neatly into my pocket."

"Does this mean that the murderer and Jagu entered the theater together? They know each other? Catelyn's pen paused, and things seemed to be going in strange directions...... If the murderer is a member of the Myrdal family, then isn't this a thief shouting to catch a thief? Or is it an internal power dispute within the family?

The only good news is that the Philos family seems to be cleared of suspicions, but any inference can be overturned until everything is clear.

"I think so......" the uncle replied resignedly, he didn't dare to influence the police's verdict, and he couldn't afford to do anything wrong.

"When the accident happened, did you see the murderer at the exit and where he left the theater?"

"There were so many spectators fleeing at that time that I was squeezed twice and didn't pay attention to this ...... at all"

Catelyn nodded and let him go.

Now that the description of the murderer was clear, she instructed her officers to search the whole city according to the physical characteristics she described, and there should be no second one in the whole city that could match this characteristic.

And she herself wants to talk to Wei, because Wei is a double agent lurking in the Myrdalda family and the police department, and she may know something about this case.

Upon learning that Vi was at Myrdalda's estate, Caitlyn stopped by to visit the victim's family.

Through the family's relays, Caitlin discovered another suspicious point.

Jagu was a man who was passionate about overseas trade and created value every moment of his life, and he remembers rarely going to the theater because he refused to waste his time on meaningless things. But on the day of the incident, he happened to be invited and uncharacteristically accepted the invitation, and the attack took place at this time.

This further illustrates that Jagu knew the killer and that the relationship between the two was enough for him to change his habits that he had developed over the years.

When asked who Jagu had been close to recently, the family told Catelyn Jagu that she had been obsessed with art some time ago and was going to the piano room every two days.

Jagu found an artist from nowhere, who said he was proficient in music, poetry, dance, and other arts, and he proved that he was right.

In addition, he has shown a great talent for learning - it only took a few weeks to master the various piano playing techniques, and his level has surpassed that of most banquet pianists, although he has some physical shortcomings, but he is indeed an artist of great talent.