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The harsh light shone on the beige non-slip floor, making the room look somewhat pale in reflection off the two side walls.

Lanruo had already changed into her clothes, which should have made her look more like an angel, but instead, her costume—a pure white knee-length dancing dress—made her complexion seem even worse than Qiuzi's.

With the acquisition of memory, the instinctive grasp of the character's body became even more thorough.

Xu Shuo completely discarded his own sense of shame, leading the dance as usual to the prolonged music, performing the first dance in front of the dance instructor.

The black and white ballet dress swayed in the light, and the glittering folds refracted the light, flickering on and off like candlelight.

The girl danced with bold and powerful gestures, her face carrying a faint smile.

What should have been a gentle and beautiful scene instead felt eerily dark, and her deep, somber eyes made her seem like a dark elf trapped in the netherworld, inexplicably giving off a strange and sinister oppression.

The expressions on the three faces were all different, with Teacher Changying still maintaining a stern face, inscrutable.
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Xuena was much more animated, occasionally showing a face full of admiration and surprise, and silently applauding.

Standing in the corner, Lanruo stared intently at that graceful leaping figure, her palm unconsciously clenching her left wrist so tightly that it turned crimson.

She was the least composed of all.

Therefore, Xu Shuo deliberately danced over to her, laughing coquettishly in a circle before her, her neck raised high as beautifully as a swan's, pale yet exceedingly fragile.

The fingertips clutching her wrist exerted more force, Lanruo felt the pain and suddenly woke up, lowering her head to avoid the gaze.

Such an obvious display—if she really was the murderer, wouldn't that lack challenge?

Xu Shuo glanced at her, finishing the last move to conclude the dance, and in a flash, the cold aura that had been faintly present vanished along with her movements.

The dance studio's lights shone down, casting dark shadows on the smooth, clear beige floor.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap——"

Sounds of vigorous clapping came from nearby.

Xuena wore an admiring smile, sincerely commenting, "Qiuzi, your dancing is getting better and better, just like a real swan! Did you prepare this costume especially for today?"

Xu Shuo stood up and looked at her, smiling slightly with curved lips, "Yes."

Although his original intention had just been to cover his body, it was only after receiving the memories that he realized, surprisingly, it matched the preparations Qiuzi had made.

Teacher Changying's dance team originally had dozens of students, but all but three failed to pass the subsequent selection, leaving only them to compete for the lead role.

In this performance, the ballet dancer needs to portray both the grace of the White Swan and the intensity of the Black Swan.

However, Qiuzi, who had always been Teacher Changying's favorite, had only ever managed to perfectly perform the White Swan, while Lanruo's expressive power made her closer to the Black Swan.

Both were striving to reach the other's domain in order to win the role, the competition fierce. That is until the day before yesterday when these two good friends finally had a quarrel and parted on bad terms.

Qiuzi was just angry enough to knock down a picture frame, not expecting that the next day, an even angrier Lanruo would kill her.

In the memories received by Xu Shuo, Lanruo did indeed go to the dance studio last night.

And from her reaction, she also definitely knew that Qiuzi should be dead.

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"Twenty-four students, and only three are left, huh?"

Officer Zhang sat in the car, listening to the information from a colleague on the phone, and thoughtfully asked, "What is the performance they are preparing for?"

"Swan Lake," came the reply from the other end.

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Swan Lake?

Although Officer Zhang did not understand ballet at all, he had heard of this fairy tale.

"Where will the performance take place?" Officer Zhang asked again.

"There's no information about that, only that it's an exclusive performance for the privileged, so the girls were all working especially hard. But in the end, only three were left in the competition."

"Don't the others rehearse together?"

"According to the information, it seems they plan to have just the lead performer carry the whole show."

Officer Zhang frowned slightly upon hearing this and then said, "Go and investigate the others' backgrounds as well."

The person on the other end of the line took the order and then hung up. Officer Zhang looked at the information about the girl in his hands, flipping it over and over but finding no other suspicious details. What seemed suspicious instead was the ballet troupe itself.

At that moment, the priest sitting in the back leaned slightly forward and asked in a warm voice, "May I take a look as well?"

Officer Zhang passed the file directly to him and then looked up at the building above. White curtains covered the windows, and all that could be seen were occasional fleeting pale grey shadows.

The sky was foggy, and the rain had been falling since last night without a break. Even now, though it had eased up a bit, a fine drizzle continued to fall.

The street was quiet. This was not a commercial district, and only occasionally would a few pedestrians wrapped in trench coats hurry by.

"Let's go up and take a look."

Officer Zhang, sitting in the car, didn't know if it was because the weather was too gloomy or the space too cramped, but he felt very restless. After speaking, he directly opened the car door and got out.

Seeing this, the priest put down the materials and said, "You might startle the snake by hitting the grass."

"I felt an instant connection with that young girl yesterday."

Officer Zhang said carelessly, his voice trailing off into the misty rain, and his figure quickly disappeared into the stairwell.

The priest's calm gaze returned to the thick file in his hands, one portion on Qiuzi and the dance troupe's information, the other on the missing persons case from the city a while ago.

Because he called the police last night and detailed everything without any concealment, he had gained the trust of the police—or at least Officer Zhang's temporary trust.

The priest knew all too well, to cooperate with the police was the wisest decision in this play.

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When Officer Zhang arrived outside the dance studio, the one dancing was Xuena.

Xuena's dancing was even more lively and mature. She could seamlessly switch her emotions and the tension in her movements, blending the elegance of the White Swan with the wildness of the Black Swan.

Being the eldest among the three, Xuena was three years older than Qiuzi and Lanruo, tall and graceful. Originally, she was the one most likely to become the main performer.

However, a recent accident had injured Xuena's ankle.

Even now that she had recovered, she had yet to return to her peak condition. Due to the lingering injury, she couldn't perform the Black Swan's final "Whip Turning" sequence of movements.

Thus, Xuena was currently just a pace-setter.

The dance studio door was ajar, and Officer Zhang stood at the entrance, peering through the gap at the girl dancing inside.

Compared to Qiuzi's rawness, the girl seemed to dance much better, yet there was a different feeling about her.

For some reason, when spying on the dancing girl's shadow from a window, even if only able to see the silhouette, an inexplicable urge would take hold of the heart, eyes unconsciously fixated on capturing that figure, greedily watching.

But now, being present should have offered a better experience than just watching the shadow, yet Officer Zhang felt only a sense of blandness.

Is this the beauty of the blurred?