Dressing Room.
It was called a dressing room, but in reality, it was merely a temporary backstage area set up on the First Basement Level.
The place was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, including cables, toolboxes, and the like.
Clearly, this room had not originally been prepared for commercial performances, but had instead been a utility room for repairs and construction.
As for why the Fireworks Show, a program Orange Lake had always attached such importance to, had such a crude backstage area, no one knew.
In any case, in this rather small room, White Wolf paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. His figure flashed past rows of mirrors as he muttered,
"The main group has entered the First Basement Level. Given those people's abilities, I'm guessing they'll reach a conclusion within another two minutes."
White Wolf raised his wrist and checked his watch. It was currently 20:55, and his expression darkened further.
At 20:55, after reserving two more minutes to complete the first and second steps, they would have only three minutes left to capture the true culprit.
That time had already been saved and compressed as much as possible, but three minutes was the absolute limit.
Yet this final step was the most difficult, and so far, they did not have the slightest clue.
White Wolf had extremely rich Mission Experience, but even he could not help growing anxious at a time like this. After circling around repeatedly, he said stiffly,
"Fang Shenyan, what do you think of the method I proposed?"
Before this, White Wolf had proposed his own plan for capturing the true culprit—capture the host's double and count it as the true culprit.
It was a substitute plan.
In his view, capturing that Root Ghost was simply too difficult.