Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Chen Shuo tried hard but couldn't open the door. His eyes gradually turned red. He turned his head and stared at the security guard fiercely: "Tell me, what video did you just see?"

The security guard instinctively pulled out his stick and slowly backed away, creating distance. "It was the video of you dragging someone back from the balcony and beating them. Someone filmed it."

"Huh? That's impossible. How could it be possible when the building opposite is so far away?"

"I don't know. Anyway, there are videos of you dragging your wife and beating people. If you killed someone, I advise you to turn yourself in and ask for leniency."

Chen Shuo sneered, "There's no way you're turning yourself in. When did I ever kill anyone? It's just a minor conflict between husband and wife. What does it have to do with outsiders like you?"

He approached the security guard step by step, his eyes bloodshot: "Tell me, are you having an affair with my wife? Otherwise, why would you come here eagerly? I know you must be having an affair."

The security guard looked at him in surprise: "...No, are you crazy? I have nothing to do with your wife. Don't talk nonsense."

With a bang, the door upstairs was kicked open.

The two people downstairs looked over together. When Chen Shuo saw that it was the door that was kicked open, his eyes narrowed dangerously and he walked directly upstairs. He picked up the vase as he passed by.

After Li Fumei kicked the door open, she looked at the person lying on the ground. There was blood on the floor where his head was. She didn't know if the person was still alive.

He walked over, squatted down, put his hand on her pulse and felt it. There was still a faint beating, indicating that she was not dead.

Jiang Sui'an's face turned pale. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing. He asked in a low voice, "Is she... still alive?"

"Well, I still have a breath left. Let's see if I can survive."

As he spoke, he poured out a pill and stuffed it directly into the other person's mouth. Watching the pill turn into water and flow into the throat, Li Fumei stood up and looked around and saw the baseball bat.

He walked over, took it, and gave one to the other person: "If that lunatic comes up later, keep it for self-defense. Remember to hit it on the body, not the head."

"It would be unlucky if you really hit your head and die."

Jiang Sui'an's mouth twitched. He really couldn't accept it. How could she say it so calmly? Could it be that she had seen this kind of thing before and so she wasn't afraid?

The clattering footsteps gradually approached, and Chen Shuo's sinister gaze fell on them: "I found it. Since you like to meddle so much, I might as well send you to your death."

Li Fumei and the other person looked at each other, and without saying a word, they rushed up and started hitting him wildly in the stomach, legs, and arms.

The three men started fighting right away. The security guard looked at the three people wrestling with each other, not knowing who he was pointing the stick at.

After a few bangs, the two men looked at the person lying on the ground and shook their sore wrists. They had also been hit twice on their arms, and now they were in so much pain that their hands were shaking.

Jiang Sui'an slowly exhaled and looked at the person on the ground with a vigilant look: "Fumei, I really admire you. I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting."

Li Fumei pursed her lips and tried not to laugh, with a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Something's wrong, this person's strength is wrong, my strength shouldn't be so weak."

"Did you take stimulants or something?"

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his face was filled with excitement, and the corners of his mouth curled up strangely. He slowly stood up as if he didn't feel any pain, and moved closer to them little by little.

He raised the vase in his hand, his eyes fierce: "It doesn't matter. Since you want to meddle in other people's business today, don't even think about getting out alive today, you nosy little kids."

Li Fumei shook her numb arms and tightened her grip on the baseball bat: "Let's see who can't survive."

As he spoke, he pulled the person next to him to the back and rushed towards the man. The talisman paper stuck to his body with a clang. He was moving so fast that only his shadow could be seen. He hit the man with the baseball bat intensively.

Chen Shuo wanted to find her, but he was hit by pain. He grimaced in pain and roared, "Bitch, don't hide if you dare. I'll beat you to death."

Suddenly, a sharp siren sounded.

Chen Shuo tensed up when he heard the voice. "Damn it! You actually called the police! Even if I get caught today, I'm going to kill you first."

Li Fumei pretended not to hear and looked at him expressionlessly. This guy was really too strong. There was something wrong with him, very wrong.

After a moment, looking at the man collapsed on the ground, Li Fumei took a deep breath, walked over, squatted beside him, rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, she saw the needle holes on his arm.

Jiang Sui'an squatted down and asked, "What's this? Why would he give himself an injection if he's fine? Is he sick or something?"

"Yeah, you can also think of it as being sick, but this kind of illness is more terrifying than a physical illness. Once it touches a person, they're no different from a madman."

"...!!"

The doorbell rang and the security guard went down to open the door.

This time the door opened smoothly. Several policemen rushed upstairs directly. After seeing the situation in the room clearly, they couldn't help but be a little surprised. There was a man lying on the ground and a woman lying against the wall.

The glaring red color clearly indicated bleeding from the head.

The police stepped aside and said, "Quick, let the emergency personnel come in and take the person out for emergency treatment."

"By the way, why are you two kids here? Who called the police?"

"My classmate called the police. This video is evidence. We can cooperate with whatever the police need to know. But can you please send us to get our wounds treated?"

Jiang Sui'an rolled up his sleeves. His arms were already covered in bruises from being hit by that man.

Li Fumei stood there without any reaction, but her hands were shaking violently, and it was obvious that her arm was injured. She spoke in an orderly manner, with a calm face as if nothing had happened.