The secrets of the claw machine

"My original intention for designing this is that when I'm not at home, they will be with you all the time, just like me."

Everyone sighed in sudden enlightenment.

"After all this, it's Vincent who's crazy about love, but some people are blind to his feelings and are making a big deal out of it, calling for a divorce!"

The police looked at the patent application documents that Vincent had produced, and their expressions softened.

"Ms. Vincent, this is indeed a patented doll your husband designed for you. It's very unique! Look, he even named the patent Vincent & Eleanor, which shows how much he loves you!"

"That's not true!"

My voice trembled with anxiety:

"They are definitely not as simple as Vincent said!"

I grabbed a doll and handed it to the police, then showed them the video my bestie sent me:

"Check them out! These dolls are definitely not normal! They might have some high-tech stuff..."

The leading police officer immediately became serious.

He took the doll and exchanged glances with his colleagues.

The technicians arrived quickly, took out professional equipment and began to inspect carefully.

I watched their movements closely, my heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of my chest.

Vincent stood aside, his expression terrifyingly calm.

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Half an hour later, after the police had checked all the dolls, they solemnly told me:

"We checked all the dolls and found nothing unusual, including your bedroom. We checked there too and there was nothing wrong."

"impossible!"

I took out the video again and shouted:

"The perspective is these dolls! There's no mistake! Please take a closer look!"

Considering my privacy, the police called Vincent to the bedroom for questioning.

"Mr. Foster, how do you explain this video?"

Vincent came over and took a closer look at the video on my phone. Suddenly, his face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

"Wife, when did you take this intimate video of us?"

"Did you smash the claw machine in anger because I let myself go yesterday?"

I didn't expect that he would turn the tables.

"This was obviously taken by you! Are you too bold to admit it?"

He took out a camera and explained to the police in a low voice:

"Comrade police officer, I never thought my wife would actually secretly film this. I won't go into detail about the fun we have as husband and wife."

The way his face was red all the way to his neck, coupled with the fact that he took out our old chat records, made the police believe it a little.

I turned pale instantly.

A year ago, after our daughter died in the womb when we were seven months pregnant, Vincent suggested that we continue to record our lives as a memorial.

And I agreed decisively.

But the recording of life at that time was a pure record in an open and aboveboard manner.

It was just because I was weak after the miscarriage, so most of the photos he showed to the police were of me lying in bed.

Could it be that, a year ago, he had already...

Just then, my bestie sent me another link.

I opened the camera and saw that the photos had been turned into obscene animated GIFs by AI and posted online for people to enjoy. I was so angry.

I was about to save the photos as evidence when the website went blank.

I didn’t dare to think about the consequences of my photos and videos being circulated outside, so I hurriedly told the police that my photos and videos had been circulated wildly on the dark web abroad.

The police immediately checked the external website I mentioned, but found that the website could not be opened at all.

I couldn't help but be stunned. Just now I was able to click on it and see all kinds of indecent photos and videos of women. How come it suddenly became a blank webpage and now I can't open it again?