Chapter 757: Perhaps We Were Connected in a Previous Life

With one headache after another, Dorian Jones simply waved his hand and announced a temporary halt to filming, waiting for everything to be resolved before resuming shooting.

That evening, the police station received an anonymous recording that shed a sliver of light on the investigation, and the police began to trace leads from this new clue.

Late at night, darkness enveloped the land and the night sky seemed like a massive black curtain, studded with twinkling stars and the gentle, radiant glow of the moon hanging high above.

Autumn had arrived, and the noisy cicadas of summer had vanished now, replaced by the neon lights of the city that came alive with color every night.

Blake Fuller put on a face mask, pushed open his room door, and strode towards the film set.

The roads that had been crowded with extras during the day were now empty as everyone had returned to their quarters for rest, and the vast film set was eerily quiet.