Lin Dongxue and Tao Yueyue went to the screenwriter's room. They went to collect evidence.

Tao Yueyue found the aluminum telescopic rod under the bed. "I guess this thing was used to hook the rope."

"Probably so!"

"Sister Lin, how many years do you think the screenwriter will be sentenced to?"

"I'm not a judge so I'm not sure, but it's generally over ten years."

"Over ten years is so long!"

"At least there’s hope."

"I don't think he’s a bad person, but he just has bad luck. When I used to cause mischief with Liang Zuoming at school, I made him roll down the stairs. As a result, he fell over and broke his leg. The screenwriter also pushed Little Ai down the stairs, but he died. He definitely had no intention of murder. Would this get him a lighter sentence?"

Lin Dongxue shook her...