Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Senior Hao, I have always been very tight-lipped."

The two came to Hao Nian's room.

After half an hour.

Hao Nian shrugged helplessly and said, "That's how it is. It's quite regrettable. Wang Yifan was the best student in our class."

"I didn't expect such an accident to happen during the competition. His parents fainted from crying."

"The hotel paid one million yuan in compensation, saying he took sleeping pills before bed and that they were also responsible. In the end, they were only willing to pay this much."

Su Chen murmured, "Wang Yifan?"

"Senior Hao, do you have a photo of him?"

"...Well, yes, I do, but it's inconvenient for me to give it to you. That photo makes me cringe every time I see it, so you'd better not take it."

Ever since Hao Nian often felt dazed when looking at photos, he hid the photos and stopped looking at them.

Su Chen transferred the money quickly and said stubbornly, "Senior, please take the money. I want to find some inspiration to write a novel and make some money."

"Hey, why are you so polite?"

While saying this, he quickly clicked to receive the red envelope, started looking for photos, and forwarded it directly to Su Chen.

Su Chen saw the person in the photo with a sunny smile on his face, and then thought of the soul that was burned to death and couldn't even speak, and looked at it in silence.

"What did the investigation say at the time? Was it ruled an accident?"

"Well, it was an accident. Wang Yifan usually suffers from insomnia, so taking sleeping pills is normal. He just took a little too much that time."

"He didn't wake up after the fire and was burned to death."

Su Chen nodded, indicating that he understood.

He stood up and thanked him: "Thank you very much, Senior Hao. I have already got the inspiration to write a novel. I will go back and organize the inspiration. I will write it after the competition."

Hao Nian hummed and reminded him, "Xiaodi Su, I know you are smart, but you can't be careless in this competition. You should rest more now and don't write at night."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Senior."

Back in room 444, Su Chen took out the pen.

A shadow appeared in the room, charred like a dead tree, with its eyeballs burned off.

He slowly turned into the person in the photo, still wearing the white shirt, looking very handsome. He smiled at Su Chen and then disappeared.

Su Chen looked at the first wish on the paper, which slowly disappeared, leaving only the second one to participate in the competition. If he wanted to achieve it, he had to be possessed by a ghost.

Well, how about giving tomorrow’s preliminary round to Wang Yifan’s ghost?

"Hey, why are you running away again? If you want to participate in the competition, I'll give you the chance in the preliminary round tomorrow, okay?"

The pen floated out, nodded, and circled around Su Chen.

Su Chen smiled and said, "I'll give you the preliminary and semi-final rounds, but if you can advance, I'll take the finals myself, and I'll give my ranking as a gift."

After one man and one ghost had agreed on the terms, they saw the pen trying to leave. Su Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "Where are you going? Are you going to meet Zhang Ze?"

"...Okay, I'll take you there."

Su Chen made a hand gesture and disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in Zhang Ze's room opposite, with the pen hanging in the air, and the slender white figure appeared in the room.

Zhang Ze came out of the shower and felt like he was in an ice cellar. He shivered with cold and said, "Oh my god, the air conditioner is broken."

The bedside lamp was on and the air conditioner was set to 28 degrees.

When he turned around, he was almost scared to death. There was a figure in the room without him knowing. Looking at the back, Zhang Ze's heart was pounding.

"Who, who is there, turn around!"

The figure slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face, and Zhang Ze fell to the ground.

A shrill scream rang out.

Seeing this, Su Chen, who was hiding in the dark, subconsciously moved his fingers and rubbed his ears before feeling better.

A faint voice rang out: "Zhang Ze, why did you treat me like that?"

"I, I didn't, it wasn't me..."

Zhang Ze's face was pale, his eyes were filled with fear, he kept backing away, leaning against the headboard, his outstretched hands waving wildly,

"Go away. Why are you still pestering me when you're already dead? It's your own bad luck. Your parents got one million, which is enough. Don't come looking for me."