Chapter 111

Across the room. Naylor’s pupils dilated in shock as he processed Winnie’s words. Despite his efforts to maintain composure, a tremor betrayed his anxiety.

“What. Five girls. I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

Winnie just looked at him, her eyes a clear, penetrating blue that seemed to see right through to the truth “The youngest, she was what, sixteen?”

“You lored her into a relationship, then… you killed her.”

“Why? Because of your looks” You’ve had some surgery done on your face, a little off–kilter, haven’t you? You used your new appearance to deceive those girls, to have them give their hearts and bodies to you, only to coldly take their lives, is that it?”

Even as she accused this killer, her voice remained steady, yet with each word, the menace and fear in Naylor’s eyes intensified.

He wanted to ask how she knew, yet feared others might overhear his secrets. Feigning anger and bewilderment, he retorted, “Winnie! I’ve done nothing to you, why are you slandering me like this?!”

Her expression unchanged, Winnie calmly responded, “There’s no need for pretenses. Your must have noticed by now that this place is cut off from the outside world’s signals. No one outside can hear what’s happening here. Otherwise, how would you dare lay a hand on her here?”

With that, Winnie’s gaze briefly shifted to Yolanda on the floor. Naylor’s face twitched involuntarily.

From Winnie’s perspective, it was clear that the malevolent aura gathering on his face wast densifying.

That aura, attracted by the sinister energy of his deeds, had been trapped within this house for years, creating a domain within the mirror.

In this mirrored world, as long as these spirits remained hidden, they were undetectable, which is why Winnie had only sensed disturbances without finding traces of the malevolent spirits since moving into the house.

Coincidentally, the dark energy clinging to Naylor had unwittingly drawn these spirits, pulling him into their domain.

Now, the ghastly energy accumulating within Naylor began to influence him.

“Shut up! I didn’t! How could I possibly be a murderer? It was her ”

Before he could continue his denial, Winnie cut him off sharply, “If you didn’t kill anyone, then explain the bruises around her neck? And what about the marks on the necks of those other 10.51 girls behind you? They pleaded with you, begged you to spare them, but what did you do? You killed them! What did they do to deserve that?”

Her words were a direct assault on Naylor’s nerves, and he seemed to hear echoes of his mother’s shrill voice Why are you smiling? You’re so ugly, and it’s even worse when you smile. Don’t ever smile again!

“How could you let yourself get so fat? You were already unattractive, and now you’re both. ugly and fat! Stop eating! No more food for you!

You don’t look anything like me at all. You’re not my son! I know it, my real child must have beeh switched at birth!”

It’s all because of you, if you weren’t so hideous, your father would have never left me. It’s all your fault, you bringer of misfortune!‘

As the voice reached its hysterical peak, Naylor could only cower in the corner, allowing her to vent her rage upon him.

He never understood why his mother acted this way, but he remembered that it was because of his ugliness that she despised him. Not just his mother, but his classmates too.

Because he was ugly. Even the girls he liked shamed him.

To become handsome, he stole money from home for plastic surgery, changed his name, and transformed himself into the man that women adored.

He even stepped into the spotlight to ensure his new face was well–received. Indeed, his lackluster singing and dancing, his face won him fans until the very end.

despite But happiness eluded him.

Because those women were shallow, they were only drawn to his looks. No matter what he did for them, they only ever commented on his appearance.

It was disgusting.

“They said it themselves, they liked me, liked me enough to give me everything. They all said. so. So I took their lives. What’s wrong with that?”

The sinister energy warped Naylor’s sanity, contorting his face into a grotesque sneer.

“I did nothing but beckon, and they came to me on their own. Whose fault is that? Only theirs!”

“That sixteen–year–old girl, she came to me all by herself. I came home to find her hiding under my bed, touching my things, thinking I didn’t know. Ha, I just didn’t want to scare her.” “You feel sorry for her? She was nothing but a delusional fan. A few sweet nothings, and she thought I really wanted to date her…But she was actually a convenience, avoiding cameras to sneak into my place, sparing me the trouble of disposing of evidence… Then there’s 10:51 Yolanda here, she was no angel either. She knew she was attracting unwanted attention from her admirers, yet she insisted on being with me, completely disregarding the threats against me. She thinks she’s all high and mighty because her family has money? Wants to keep me as her little secret?”

On and on Naylor rambled, listing the lives he’d taken, oblivious to the seismic shock his words were causing online.

The live chat exploded with comments, some disbelieving, others fearful. Was this part of the show, or was Naylor revealing a terrifying truth? Confusion reigned as the viewership soared, and amidst the chaos, one sharp–eyed netizen noticed a familiar official account joining the stream, sparking a new wave of speculation.

“Holy smokes! The Emerald Bay Police Department’s official account joined!”

“I’m not blind, it’s the real deal! Verified and everything!”

“No way! The authorities are on it? So the Naylor homicide case is true?!”