"Only the toy with 'mom' on it was destroyed?"
As Han Fei held the puppet in his hands, he gently twisted its body and found a few bloodstains at the neck of the puppet.
"There's blood on a child's toy, this isn't right," Han Fei tried to grab the body of the puppet, and the place his fingers clasped was very clean, with the bloodstains right at the edge of his fingertips.
"Could it be that the kid witnessed his own father committing murder?" A scene emerged in Han Fei's mind.
An innocent child heard his parents in a fierce quarrel and timidly walked out of his room with his toy, only to see the moment his mother's head fell.
The splattered blood landed in front of him, with a small amount also ending up on the toy.
That would also explain why only the toy with 'mother' written on it was taken apart.
"The head can't be put back together..."
"Hey!"
A woman's voice suddenly rang out above Han Fei's head, startling him so much that his pupils shook.
