Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, striving to raise the little villain

Upon hearing that the child was missing, the director stared intently at the monitor, scrutinizing every detail, and yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Find him!!"

His forehead was quickly covered in large beads of sweat. He was filled with suspicion. This escape room was full of the production crew. How could something like this have gone wrong? Could it be that a human trafficker had infiltrated? When did his eye for talent become so bad?

The director searched frantically for a long time but found nothing. In desperation, he turned his attention to the live stream, hoping to find some clues. He saw that the comments section was filled with nothing but praise.

Wow, Fanfan is amazing! He can even solve this math Olympiad problem!

Every child is amazing!

[But why isn't the camera following along? The children have all gone outside, why isn't the camera switching?]

The director noticed this comment and quickly sent a floating message in the live stream using his phone.

Did the children go out by themselves?

[Huh? Director? He's already out. He left a while ago, before those two staff members arrived.]

Which way did it go?

[Turn left after exiting the gate. You haven't cut the background footage yet. Hurry up and cut it.]

Following the audience's suggestion, the director quickly looked at the monitor on the left side of the room. Finally, in the monitor footage inside a small cabinet, he spotted several pairs of glowing pupils. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and he hurriedly called the staff who had gone to look for the children back.

I must have been too hasty and missed it.

These kids are really something; they can even solve sixth-grade math Olympiad problems.

When the live stream cut to the small cabinet, the viewers were stunned; it was pitch black, and they couldn't see anything.

Inside the closet, Li Ziang muttered, "An'an, how long are we going to hide?"

Jiang Yan'an carefully climbed onto the cabinet door, listened carefully, and whispered, "It seems like no one is outside. I'll go out and take a look. Don't come out yet." As she was about to crawl out, she was grabbed tightly by a hand.

Xie Yifan said seriously, "An'an, don't move. You're the youngest, and I can't let you take risks every time." Su Nuohan nodded in agreement.

Li Ziang thought for a moment and stopped Xie Yifan, "Damn it, if you get caught, with my brain, I'll definitely drag Nuonuo and the others down."

Finally, Li Ziang tiptoed out.

[Aww, the kids are so adorable QAQ]

[Fanfan is so responsible! Ziang is too!]

They were all wonderful; they never suggested that Nono go on any adventures.

Yes, An'an is the youngest, and no one is morally pressuring him to take risks.

[Xiao Ang, you're not stupid, you're just a bit stubborn TAT]

You...

But judging from what they're saying, do they think those staff members are NPCs who came to arrest them?

[Very likely]

The director is looking at what you've done.

The director, utterly exasperated, exclaimed: "I was scared to death too!!!"

Li Ziang carefully surveyed the corridor, then returned to the cabinet door and said softly, "You can come out now, there's no one outside."

One by one, the children crawled out of the cupboard, exchanged glances, and then their eyes all fell on Xie Yifan's face before they burst into laughter. Xie Yifan looked puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Su Nuohan took a mirror out of her small handbag and handed it to Xie Yifan with a smile. "Take a look for yourself." Xie Yifan looked in the mirror and saw a large patch of dust on his left cheek, making him look like a little beggar. He couldn't help but laugh. "I probably got it in the closet by accident." Su Nuohan took the mirror and handed him a tissue.

Hahaha, so cute! It's all dusty and looks like a tabby cat.

[The kids' channel is so much fun! I was pretty scared by Sister Yu's live stream just now.]

【Ugh, I want to see both, but I only have one phone】

[To the person upstairs, there's a screen recording online.]

The children, hand in hand, walked slowly along the left side of the corridor, curiously looking around as they went. Jiang Yan'an was extremely focused, his mind consumed by the thought of saving his mother. Meanwhile, the person he was supposed to save was having a blast playing…

Rewinding to before the director searched for the child, Mo Jingyu and three others were trapped in a room, frantically searching for the door lock code. The eerie arrangement of the room was a strong visual shock to everyone, and their emotions became increasingly irritable. Even the usually gentle Lin Yunyuan lost her temper.

Mo Jingyu knew in her heart that this was the result of her environment. She tried her best to calm her inner anxiety, but she couldn't suppress the restlessness. Suddenly, she grabbed the chair next to her and raised it high above her head.

The three people standing to the side were quite frightened. Mo Weiwei asked timidly, "Sister, what...what are you going to do?" Mo Jingyu turned her head, stared at Mo Weiwei, and said, word by word, "Smash! The door!"

After saying that, she slammed her fist against the combination lock, once, twice, three times... but the door didn't budge.

Mo Jingyu's arm ached from pounding the door, so she had to put the chair down, plop down on it, and gasp for breath. She couldn't help but complain, "What brand is this door? The quality is too good. I wish the doors at home were this sturdy."

Hahaha, that's hilarious! You're right, those doors in the news are like shoddy tofu!

[I have to say, this lock is pretty amazing. Even with all the force Sister Yu used to smash it, she couldn't open it. My combination lock at home can even open by itself!]

[Upstairs, you should probably get a smart lock; it's too dangerous.]

Mo Weiwei was stunned into silence; she never expected that Mo Jingyu would actually dare to bang on the door.

Mo Weiwei: She...she won't hit me, will she?!

Mo Jingyu moved the stool back to its original position and said regretfully, "It can't be broken."

Lin Yunyuan pulled Mo Jingyu's hand to check it, and gently scolded, "You, don't be so reckless next time." Mo Jingyu nodded and asked in return, "I'm fine. Are you guys still anxious?"

Lin Yunyuan and Zhao Momo exchanged a glance. The anxiety they felt before banging on the door seemed to have dissipated considerably without them realizing it. Zhao Momo asked curiously, "Jingyu, how did you know we were anxious?"

Mo Jingyu pointed to the mottled bloodstains on the wall and explained, "This gloomy environment can cause psychological pressure. If you keep looking at it, it's easy to feel anxious. By smashing it like this, I'm helping everyone vent their frustrations."

Upon hearing this, Mo Weiwei realized that her anxiety had indeed subsided considerably.

Lin Yunyuan's tone softened again as she said, "Next time you have any ideas, don't act alone. Tell us, and we'll all work together to find a solution."

Zhao Momo nodded in agreement. Mo Jingyu responded, feeling a little relieved, and the four of them decided to go check out the bathroom in the bedroom together.

Previously, everyone's nerves had been on edge, but after Mo Jingyu's "violent venting," their emotions eased considerably, and they finally mustered the courage to step into the terrifying bathroom.

Holding a candlestick, Mo Jingyu walked to the door first and kicked the bathroom door open.

A rusty smell wafted over, and the bathroom was simply furnished, with only a water-stained sink, an old bathtub, a dirty toilet, and a mirror covered in condensation.

The sink, toilet, and bathtub all seemed to be filled with foul-smelling "dirty water," and the mirror emitted an eerie green light. Mo Jingyu stared at the mirror, feeling as if a ghostly face would pop out at any moment.

The three people behind her felt a chill run down their spines at the eerie scene in the bathroom. Zhao Momo couldn't help but lower her voice and ask, "Jingyu, is there something hidden in this mirror?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Weiwei subconsciously looked in the mirror. At that moment, she felt as if she had already prepared the funeral music. She then let out a piercing scream, which startled Zhao Momo into screaming as well.

Mo Jingyu quickly covered their mouths with her hand and whispered, "What did you call out?" before letting go. Zhao Momo shook her head; she had only called out because Mo Weiwei had influenced her.

Mo Jingyu looked at Mo Weiwei again, but Mo Weiwei just shook her head desperately, her fingers trembling as she pointed at the mirror, unable to speak.

Mo Jingyu sighed inwardly: It seems he was quite frightened.

She looked in the direction Mo Weiwei was pointing and couldn't help but gasp, thinking to herself: Oh no!