Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The drunk opened his eyes in a daze and saw only a blurry shadow. Before he could say anything, he felt a tearing pain in his body. After seeing the face clearly, he screamed.

Sakurako swallowed the soul, smacked her lips and glanced at it.

At this time, the corpse, lying stiffly on the ground with a look of fear on his face, disappeared with a pout on his face.

When he reappeared, he was already in another alley.

One day passed and the police came the next day.

When the three bodies were brought out, without exception, their eyes were wide open, filled with terror, and they had died of cardiac arrest. One might have been an accident, but what about the other three...

The onlookers were talking about it: "That corpse is really scary, the face is distorted, as if it was frightened to death."

"No way, what's going on at night?"

"Who knows? Maybe he saw something unclean. Be careful when you walk here next time. Don't walk alone."

"Let's go, let's disperse quickly, this place is too unlucky."

For three consecutive days, three people died every day, either drunks or homeless people. As a result, there were fewer drunks in the area, and they were afraid that they would be the next one.

*

Fu Family Old House

When Fu Yian saw the news, he immediately knew who did it. He looked at the people who were watching TV with relish and spoke with affirmation.

"Yingzi, you did all this."

"...Well, my wound is rotting. If I don't eat souls, I will gradually rot away. So, Master, are you angry?"

Sakura looked at him cautiously, with a hint of flattery.

Fu Yian shook his head and whispered, "No, homeless people and drunks are all low-class people. If they die, they die. They are just food. There is nothing to be angry about."

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing that he had no intention of blaming her, Yingzi was overjoyed and grew bolder. Every night she went out to hunt homeless people, drunkards...

The increasing number of murders has put tremendous pressure on the police. Coupled with the lack of clues, the atmosphere in the police station is extremely depressing.

conference room

The resolute man sitting in the upper seat had a face that was almost frozen at this moment, and he slammed his hands on the table.

"Why aren't you talking? Why are there no clues at all? How is this possible? A crime leaves traces behind, so why are there no traces at all?"

One of the team members whispered, "Maybe it wasn't a human who committed the crime."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire conference room froze, and everyone looked over with eyes full of disbelief.

Xing Fei noticed the gaze falling on him, and immediately straightened his back and said seriously: "Don't you think this case is very strange?"

"...!!"

Someone retorted, "Captain Xing, are you okay? How can you say such things? We are police officers and we are absolute materialists. When did we ever believe in metaphysics?"

"Yeah, if this gets out, the police station will be laughed to death."

Xing Fei was not angry. He had seen the power of the master of metaphysics before, but these people had never seen it, so it would be useless to argue.

Ignore those words and speak to the man above.

"Leader, please allow me to find a master. I was alone before, and it was he who helped me solve the case of the body buried in the playground."

"I want to go and see him about this homeless man case. If it's really a ghost or something, then even if we investigate it diligently, we won't get any results in the end."

"Even if it's not a ghost, a fortune teller might give us some clues. After all, the case is at a stalemate right now, and we can't let it stay like this forever."

"We can afford to wait, but innocent people can't."

Cheng Peng above had a strange look on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Did Xing Fei really say this?

The man who was so righteous and scoffed at the idea of ​​ghosts and gods is now seriously saying that maybe it was not done by humans. It is so disillusioning.

"Xing Fei, have you been under too much pressure recently? Why don't you go see a psychologist for some counseling? There are no ghosts in this world. You must be overthinking it."

"There are no masters nowadays, they are just charlatans."

Others echoed, "Yeah, Captain Xing, you can't go crazy just because you have no clues and just make up stories about ghosts and gods. That's ridiculous."