Hua Jinyan looked at the photo, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as he pointed at the ticket seller's position, then at the ghost face mask on the wall in the picture, "Something's not right!"
"What's not right?" Xiangxiang asked, puzzled.
Hua Jinyan opened another photo, pointed at the position of the ticket seller, and then at the wall in the picture.
In the previous photo, the wall was covered with ghost face masks; in the latter photo, it was just a wall painted grey—barren and bare.
"How can this be..." Xiangxiang's eyes widened as she studied both photos.
Mo Haihao said, "The position of the wall hasn't changed; what has changed is the counter's position, and the ticket seller!"
Second Team Captain asked, "Is it possible that there were two ticket sellers present?"
"Didn't you also bring back the container? Go check the position of the front desk at that time," Hua Jinyan suggested.
