Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"...Huhu, I'm fine. They will get their comeuppance. No one can escape karma."

midnight

The detention room was quiet, with a sense of deathly stillness.

The cold wind came from nowhere, and the old woman felt a chill on her back. She subconsciously pulled the quilt closer, muttering, "This crappy place doesn't have air conditioning, I'm freezing."

Soon the chill spread, even the quilt couldn't cover it. My body trembled unconsciously and I opened my eyes in a daze.

She was faced with a bloody face floating above her, face to face and very close to her. When the old woman saw it clearly, her pupils shrank immediately.

"Grandma, Grandma, you died a long time ago, how could you appear here? It must be an illusion. You have been dead for twenty years, there is no way you can come out again."

The old woman closed her eyes and buried her head in the quilt.

She kept muttering something, and the chill grew stronger and stronger. She was shivering with cold and couldn't fall asleep at all.

When her son's shout came, the old woman didn't care about anything else. She just threw off the quilt and walked over, knocking on the glass door: "Da Hu, Da Hu, wake up."

Qian Dahu opened his eyes, stumbled over, and pointed: "Mommy, ghost, there is a ghost chasing the baby, woo woo..."

The old woman looked around and saw nothing. There was no trace of the ghost face. She breathed a sigh of relief and coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, Dahu. Mommy has driven the ghost away."

The ticking sound seemed to fall on people's hearts, making them suddenly feel uneasy.

"Mom, water drops, there are sounds of water drops."

Qian Dahu's eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at her face: "Mom's face, there are... there are drops of blood. So, so scary."

He quickly turned around and ran away, hiding in a corner, not daring to get close to her. He covered his face with his hands and whispered, "Don't be afraid, baby, don't be afraid."

When the old woman heard what her son said, she also felt the chill on her face. She touched it casually and her eyes widened as she looked at the blood on her hand.

Subconsciously, she raised her head to look at the ceiling, and saw a bloody ghost with its back pressed against the ceiling, its limbs strangely twisted, staring at her.

The blood dripped down continuously, gradually becoming more and more, and the blood under my feet became sticky...

The old woman closed her eyes and tried not to see, but she felt pain in her body. The pain of being bitten was something she could not ignore at all, and the crunching sound was very harsh.

The pain in her soul made her scream out in pain.

Qian Dahu huddled in the corner. When he heard his mother's screams, he trembled in fear: "Wow, baby, I'm scared. Baby, don't go to see ghosts."

After an unknown amount of time, the screams disappeared.

It was getting light.

When Xiaomu delivered breakfast, he found that the mother and son were pale and screaming in fear, as if they had lost their minds.

Scratching his head, he wondered, "What's going on? Is this a nightmare?"

There was a ding sound.

The elevator reached the 66th floor.

Qin Wushuang took a step forward and when he passed the office area in the hall, a faint fishy smell wafted over, making him want to vomit.

He couldn't help but frown and turned his head to look at the office area. Several employees were eating buns, talking and laughing, looking very comfortable.

Secretary Gao came over and asked softly, "What's wrong with President Qin?"

"...Do you smell anything strange? The ventilator wasn't on today, so why is there such a fishy odor?"

"No, the exhaust fan is on every day. I don't smell anything strange. I'll go find someone to see where the smell comes from."

Qin Wushuang turned his head and looked over, saying calmly: "It came from that direction. Let's see if the buns are bad. The smell is really bad."

He raised his hand to cover his nose and strode towards the office.

Secretary Gao was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and walked over. He glanced at the man who was eating happily and said coldly, "Don't eat buns in the office anymore. President Qin doesn't like the taste of buns."

Several staff members looked a little nervous. After hearing this, they were stunned and subconsciously looked at the buns in their hands, wondering, "Can't I eat it?"

"Yes, no, Mr. Qin doesn't like the taste. You should eat it outside in the future and don't bring it to the office."