"I think I know why." Pei Yan tightened his grip on the pencil, his expression somewhat complex.
Hearing Pei Yan’s words, Qin Yun put down what she was holding and scooted over to him, asking, "Why what?"
Pei Yan pointed with his fingertips at the words in the notebook and said in a deep voice, "It’s probably because of maternal love, even if it’s already damaged. But this is her son’s favorite doll. Even if it’s broken, she has to sew it back together."
She lowered her eyes, saw the words Pei Yan had carefully traced with the pencil, and asked with a confused face, "Does this explain anything? Didn’t these get mentioned before?"
"The last page of the diary was torn out, but this paper wasn’t in the trash can, indicating that someone took it away. But who would take such a piece of paper? Normally, no one would bother tearing it out. The fact that it was torn out and taken away means the content mattered greatly to someone." Pei Yan explained.
However, before he finished speaking, Qin Yun understood and said, "The only one who would care so much about these words is the hostess. So because of these words, she killed the nanny and drove her crazy?"
"This alone wouldn’t drive her insane. She must have witnessed her child’s death with her own eyes." Pei Yan shook his head and continued, "She already felt guilty and heartbroken about the child, and then her child, whom she carried for ten months, said they hated her and despised her. She also witnessed the child’s death, and all these magnified emotions drove her mad."
[Wuuu, if my child said that to me, my heart would break.]
[Something like this happening, anyone would find it hard to remain calm.]
[The hostess has it too hard, betrayed by a scumbag, hated by her child, and then witnessing her child’s death before her eyes. If it were me, I’d go insane too.]
[Feel so sorry for the hostess. Even though I know this is just a reality show script, I still feel terrible inside. I hope no girl goes through this in real life.]
[Drag out the scumbag and whip the corpse!! Is this scum still alive?]
[Ahh!! So angry! So how did the child die? Or is he not dead yet? Was he taken away by the scumbag?]
[This truly strikes at the heart!!]
[The scumbag truly, single-handedly, pulled the hatred for the entire script!!]
Qin Yun picked up the doll they had just grabbed and sighed, "So this doll should be sewn by the hostess because she saw the diary her son wrote. This is his favorite doll, and the reason he likes it is that it’s the only birthday gift she ever accompanied him to the store to buy in all these years. For so many years, she never spent time with the child, and it ended like this. I feel like I can understand whatever she did."
After Qin Yun finished, she suddenly looked up at the camera and said, "Girls, no matter when, make sure you protect yourselves. Learn to discern who truly cares for you, and be good to those who love you. Don’t wait until it’s too late to regret it. Family will always be your safe harbor, your most reliable support. When things happen, you can boldly seek their help and share your inner pain. Of course, if they’re unreliable family members, it’d be better to stay away early on."
[Wuuu, Yunyun, I get it.]
[Yunyun, I got it, I’m calling home now.]
[Wuuu, Sister Yun is so warm, makes me want to cry.]
[My mom says this too; she says she and dad will always be my support. If I’m tired, just go home, it’s okay.]
[Cried loudly, Yunyun is really so nice, even reminding us like this. How could those who criticized Yunyun bear to be so ruthless?]
[Wuuu... Qin Yun, just for this, if you like my brother, I hope you treat him well, we agree.]
[Watching this lousy show, I’ve been crying continuously. I originally came to see my brother’s stunning looks, but ended up blubbering. The production team owes me tears!!]
"We’ve found this much, yet the production team still hasn’t given us any hints. Does that mean there’s still missing information?" Qin Yun tilted her head to ask Pei Yan.
"We can only ask the hostess for answers." Pei Yan nodded slightly and said.
The two of them went to the second floor, found the hostess, and after following her around, Qin Yun suddenly asked curiously, "Why didn’t we notice this room before? What’s in this room? Why did she go crazy when she entered it?"
"Let’s look around." Pei Yan said while holding up his phone to illuminate and glance around.
"Pei Yan!!" Qin Yun suddenly shouted, picking up something and poking at it, "Is this a hand?"
"It should be. Judging by the size, it should be a man’s hand." Pei Yan observed for a moment and said.
"The scumbag?" Qin Yun turned to look at Pei Yan and asked.
"Highly possible. Let’s continue looking to see if there are other body parts." Pei Yan said and stood up.
The two of them found the prosthetic limbs in the room and placed them according to a human body’s structure.
"This should be the male protagonist’s body." Pei Yan said.
Qin Yun exhaled, "Let’s check the master bedroom to see if we can find more clues."
Although what they found was somewhat censored, it still made some viewers in the live stream feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, refreshed.
[This is really satisfying!! I was wondering, that scumbag is that bad, could he really get away? This production team is reliable!! So satisfying!!]
[This is the most satisfying moment in today’s live stream!! The scumbag finally got his comeuppance!!]
[A mother’s strength!! Good ending, but hope no one encounters this.]
[Finally, the scumbag’s ending! It’s refreshing to see!!]
[But was it the nanny who killed him? Or the hostess?]
[Despite the scumbag’s satisfying end, the scars in the hearts of the women he hurt remain.]
Just as they were about to go to the master bedroom, they found that the hostess was standing again at the staircase entrance. At first, they thought it was a subconscious glance, but now, it seemed different.
Qin Yun asked, "Pei Yan, don’t you find it strange why she never goes to the third floor, but always stops and stares at this point for a long time?"
"We’ll find out if we take a look."
After saying that, Pei Yan headed to the third floor, stopped at the turn, squatted down, and shone his phone’s flashlight, carefully observing.
"There’s some red stuff in the cracks." He looked up the staircase, then glanced at the NPC still watching from the second floor, "That child probably fell from up here, and this red stuff is likely the child’s blood. That’s why she never dares to go to the third floor, afraid of witnessing the child’s death again."