Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Think about your parents and family. How painful it would be for them if something happened to you."

When Zhang Ze heard this, he looked even more crazy.

He yelled, "Shut up and don't mention them to me. They wish I were dead, how could they care about me? You don't understand my feelings at all."

"Go, call Su Chen to me, or I will jump down now."

As he said that, he climbed over the railing and stood at the very edge.

The teacher's heart skipped a beat and he took out his cell phone to call Su Chen.

The phone rang, and everyone turned around to see Su Chen holding the phone, walking towards them step by step with a gentle smile on his face.

When Zhang Ze looked at his face, another person came to his mind. The hatred in his eyes became even stronger, and he wanted to cut the person into pieces.

"Oh, you're here, Wang Yifan!"

Everyone: "...??"

Su Chen approached step by step and said calmly: "You are the one who killed Wang Yifan. You knew he had insomnia, but you always controlled the dosage of his medication."

"You deliberately gave him too much medicine, probably intending to make him miss the competition, but you didn't expect it to cause a fire and kill people."

"Zhang Ze, am I right?"

Zhang Ze was silent, his hands tightly gripping the railing. After a while, he spoke: "Yes, but I didn't kill anyone intentionally. His death has nothing to do with me. It was the fire, the hotel's fault!"

Su Chen's eyes became even colder when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Really? If you hadn't drugged him, he would have woken up during the fire and escaped without dying."

"You killed him, and you're still trying to justify it."

When the other students heard this conversation, they couldn't help but gasp and looked at the figure in disbelief.

The teacher in charge was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect that there was such a hidden secret here. But how did Su Chen know about it?

"Su, classmate Su, how did you know that?"

Su Chen turned his head to look at them and said calmly: "Wang Yifan told me that he was burned to death in room 444, which is the room I live in."

"Even though he died so unjustly, he didn't come out to scare people. He just saw my competition question and wanted to enter to fulfill his dying wish. I felt sorry for him and agreed."

"...Do you want to meet him?"

Everyone was stunned when the topic suddenly changed.

The teacher in charge hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, can we see him? If it is really Comrade Zhang Ze who did it, we must give Wang Yifan justice."

Su Chen nodded and took out a stack of talisman paper from his bag.

"One hundred yuan each. Teacher, remember to pay me after the end. I put a lot of effort into drawing the talismans, so I hope you understand."

"...Okay, one hundred yuan a piece is no problem."

After a moment, everyone looked at the pen hanging in the air, and a white figure appeared, its body somewhat ethereal.

Su Chen opened the black umbrella, and the illusory white figure slowly solidified. He quickly looked at the person holding the umbrella, but opened his mouth and still couldn't say a word.

He rubbed it with his fingertips, and a faint golden light floated over.

Wang Yifan pressed his throat, a flash of surprise in his eyes: "I... can speak."

The clear and pleasant voice was pleasing to the ears, and you could tell right away that he was a very gentle and kind boy.

Ten minutes passed, and after everyone understood the whole story, they remained silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

The more sentimental students have already started crying.

Zhang Ze looked at their expressions, and then at the black umbrella. He felt a chill on his back, and there was deep fear in his eyes, as well as a trace of inexplicable guilt.

Su Chen glanced at him and said calmly, "He said he doesn't hate you, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned your existence in his two wishes."

"Look, even the person you treated like this still had good thoughts in mind. He just wanted to know who he was and participate in the competition."

"Come here. Death is not a release. You should confess your sins and accept the karma that belongs to you. Otherwise, you can't escape punishment even if you die."

Zhang Ze was a little shaken. Who would want to die if they could live?

But he couldn't face those looks, so he stepped back and shook his head: "No, I don't want to go back. I can't stand the endless torture."

"I owe him a life, so I'll pay him back."