Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then took out a photo of Li Fumei's face and sent it to her, asking how much it would cost to have her face read.

Ding-dong, the other end replied quickly.

"A face reading is done once for a thousand, that's the rule in our school. Teacher, would you like to take another look?"

Okay, let's take a look.

"Um, wait a moment. Let me have the master take a look. The fee of one thousand is for the master to examine, not for me. I don't have that kind of expertise."

【OK. 】

Half an hour later, Li Fumei sent a message.

[Teacher, my master examined him and said this man is plagued by bad romantic relationships, a philandering scumbag, and has the appearance of being on the verge of death. He shouldn't be pursued too closely; there's a risk of him being cheated out of money, sexually exploited, and contracting diseases if you get too involved.]

To put it bluntly, this person is best avoided.

Chen Yan was stunned when she saw the message.

The other three glanced at it and froze on the spot: "Is this real or fake? How could such a well-behaved and self-disciplined puppy be a womanizer behind the scenes?"

【Fu Mei, are you sure? He said he's a financial expert, mainly dealing with stocks. His earnings are unstable, but he's already financially independent and doesn't need to work anymore.】

Li Fumei: [Teacher, my master has never been wrong. If he says someone has a problem, then they have a problem. Looks don't matter. The better-looking someone is, the more likely they are to be a fraud. Ugly people can't fool anyone.]

According to my master, this person's profession is probably not stocks, but a professional emotional con artist who swindles money and sex. He also looks very pale, which suggests he'll die young.

My master said he's nearing the end of his life, which means he's about to die, and it's a murder. Master, don't get involved, and definitely don't give him any information.

Chen Yan's expression changed repeatedly, and her eyes dimmed. She rarely met someone she liked, but she never expected this to happen.

Seeing that no one was replying on WeChat, Li Fumei lay down on the rocking chair for a short rest, muttering, "I hope the teacher won't do anything stupid. I've already reminded her, so everything should be fine, right?"

"Oh well, whatever, it's up to each person whether they listen or not."

The sound of gold coins clattering filled the air. Li Fumei opened her phone, collected the fortune-telling money, transferred it directly to the fortune teller, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Chen Yan didn't think much of it, tidied up, and lay down on the bed to sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes again. It was already dark outside, and she could still hear her roommates talking.

"Hmm, what time is it? I feel like I've been sleeping for a long time."

"No, you only slept for two hours, go back to sleep. I'm replying to your posts for you. These kids are so funny, haha, they're killing me with laughter."

Yang Na couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The other three peeked out and looked at her expectantly: "Tell me, what happened? What did the post say?"

"Oh, there was a reply from Ultraman who said his mother was also a member of the cycling club, and that the club was very chaotic and messed around, and that his mother had an affair with a man in the club."

"He also said that his father found out and the two are now getting a divorce. It's so dramatic. Kids these days really know how to make up stories. It's just a cycling club, what kind of...cheating could happen?"

Yang Na stared at the screen, her expression hardening: "Hmm? Something's not right, what's going on with this picture?"

After loading and opening, a bloody video appears, showing a woman lying in a pool of blood, her body and mouth covered in blood, with a knife beside her in a glaring red hue.

Seeing another man behind her holding a knife, stabbing the woman repeatedly with blood spraying out, it didn't feel like acting at all, accompanied by a piercing scream.

The other three were also startled: "What's with that scream? Nana, what kind of horror movie are you watching? You're not browsing posts, are you?"

Yang Na quickly saved the video to prevent it from being censored immediately, but sure enough, it disappeared right after she saved it. Messages kept flooding the comments section: "Damn, Ultraman, are you still alive? Is this your house?"

Daisy: [What happened? Was that a movie shoot or something?]

Sunflower: [This can't be a movie. That shaky camera work is clearly from a cell phone. Could it be a murder scene? Ultraman, are you still here?]