Chapter 447: After recording this episode, I have to register at the police station (Please subscribe)

"Hahahaha, I’m dying of laughter! Brother Yu is really too mean! The funniest thing is, he actually guessed it right."

"I didn't want to post a bullet comment, but this 'Love’s Provision' really blew me away. A ten-year fan of Sister Mi is here uninvited."

"Pfft! I can't stop laughing, Sister Mi’s face clearly says three words—I am unhappy!"

"The production team is really brave, attacking her face-to-face, official roasting is the most lethal. I feel like this should be the last season of *Escape the Secret Room*. If I were Sister Mi, I wouldn't be an investor anymore; there are too many rebels in this production team."

"I feel like Senior Sister Xiaowei on the flower bed must have been unable to hold it in when she heard this song; if she didn't wake up, she would have laughed on set."

"I strongly suggest taking out a Liuliu Plum and feeding it to Senior Sister Xiaowei; the effect would definitely be more explosive."

"Hahaha, brother, the *Escape the Secret Room* planning team sincerely welcomes you."

"Yang Mi: Are you okay? You’ve been talking about this one piece of black history for a lifetime, are you polite?"

"Hahaha."

"..."

On camera.

Yang Mi’s face was dark as she pinched Lin Yu’s lower back hard.

"Where is this place?"

"Why are there so many roses?"

Xiaowei, who had slowly woken up, looked at the strange environment and asked in confusion.

"Still looking at flowers here?"

"There are so many of us living people here, don't you even look at us?"

Da Da Zhangwei teased with a grin.

"These are the flowers my mother loved most before she died."

When Xiaowei said this, her expression was somewhat lonely.

"???"

"Then your mother, could it be Tao Wei?"

Huang Hou Minghao pushed his glasses and said in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute, how do you know Tao Wei?"

Xiaowei widened her eyes in surprise.

"Because we saw in the newspaper that your mother went missing."

"Here."

Zhang Zhang Yixing took out the newspaper clue they had obtained at the beginning from his pocket.

"Tao Wei was my foster mother."

"I grew up relying on her, but I didn't expect her to suddenly fall seriously ill a year ago."

"Not long after, she passed away."

Xiaowei lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice.

"Ah!?"

"Passed away!"

Hearing this news, the *Honey Peach* group gasped in unison.

They didn't expect that the key figure of this incident, Tao Wei, had already passed away.

"When I was organizing her belongings, I found that this 'Only Love Theater' was founded by her, so I wanted to come back and take a look."

Xiaowei’s eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"Was it your mother and someone else who founded this theater?"

Seeing that the heroine Tao Wei had passed away, Yang Mi began to ask about Edward.

But Xiaowei on the flower bed shook her head, indicating she didn't know.

"I found this when I was organizing my foster mother’s belongings."

Xiaowei took out a peach-colored box from behind her skirt.

"To Luo Jie."

"This is for Luo Jie."

Yang Mi’s eyes lit up instantly.

Since the clues about Edward and Tao Wei were broken, Luo Jie was currently the breakthrough to clear the secret room.

"Ah? There’s a lock again."

Seeing a lock on the wooden box, the *Honey Peach* group subconsciously looked toward Lin Yu.

"Sigh! This whole episode, besides opening locks, it’s just opening locks."

"I feel like after recording this episode, I have to go to the police station to register."

Lin Yu sighed helplessly and shook his head with a bitter smile.

This sentence instantly made the *Honey Peach* group laugh their heads off, and even Xiaowei turned her head to steal a laugh.

Livestream room.

"Hahahaha, Brother Yu’s sentence really made me laugh. From entering the secret room until now, he has opened at least a dozen locks. Even a professional locksmith would probably scratch his head."

"Pfft, watching Lin Yu’s hopeless expression, why does it feel so good?"

"Officer, it’s this person, he opened a dozen locks in one night. I’m reporting him with my real name, I have video evidence."

"Fortunately, Lin Yu is in the entertainment industry. With this brain and technical means, if he flowed into society, he would mostly be a menace!"

"Hahahaha."

"..."

On camera...

The *Honey Peach* group began to study the password lock on this wooden box.

"Then do you know what the password is?"

Huang Hou Minghao looked up at Xiaowei.

"I’m not sure."

Xiaowei shook her head helplessly.

"Could it be a birthday?"

"Many people use their birthdays as passwords."

Peng Peng had a flash of inspiration.

"I know."

"Luo Jie is repenting with regret, so it’s 913."

"Because Edward’s birthday is 913."

Peng Peng immediately raised his arm and shouted with reason and evidence.

"But it’s four digits."

Zhang Zhang Yixing looked at the numbers on the password lock and said suspiciously.

"Then it’s 0913."

Peng Peng let out a light breath, full of confidence.

He fiddled with the password in his hand, and he was also praying silently in his heart, while the others of the *Honey Peach* group gathered around.

They wanted to see Peng Peng’s highlight moment.

However, as expected, an accident happened.

The password lock didn't move at all!

"Could it be Luo Jie’s birthday?"

"0114."

Yang Mi flipped through the previous notebook and found Luo Jie’s birthday date.

"It can't be that simple."

Peng Peng shook his head with a red face, determined.

He hurriedly tried to make up for himself.

"I think there must be clues in this flower room."

"For example, the number of these roses, and these leaves..."

Peng Peng pursed his lips. At this moment, he felt like Sherlock Holmes had possessed him, and everything around him became exceptionally clear.

"It opened."

However, before Peng Peng finished speaking, Huang Hou Minghao pulled the password lock off.

"It really is 0114."

"Sister Mi, you are so amazing."

Da Da Zhangwei and Huang Hou Minghao gave thumbs up in praise.

Peng Peng: "... (Damn it)"

"There’s a letter inside."

Yang Mi excitedly picked up the envelope.

Her subconscious told her that the truth was in this letter.