Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

I saw a young man with chains on his feet, kneeling on the ground, mumbling something in a daze: "Forgive me, forgive me, I was wrong, I will never take shortcuts again."

Seeing her son like this, Lin Fang began to wipe away her tears.

"Well, after the make-up exam was successful, my son was very happy at first, saying that he would have been able to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University by any means."

"Then there was the kid who jumped off the building and turned into a pool of flesh. That's what happened to my son. He's like a mentally disturbed person every day."

Wang Zhi nodded, walked into the house and squatted in front of him.

He shouted, "Zhou Chi'an, do you know Lin Xuan?"

Zhou Chi'an's eyes were bloodshot. When he heard the name, his body trembled. He raised his head and looked at him, his eyes slowly focusing.

"I know him. He's my roommate and he should be going home. Did...something happen?"

"Well, he died last night in a cabinet in your school library. Do you know any clues?"

After Wang Zhi finished speaking, he saw him yelling, holding his head and curling up into a ball, muttering: "I don't know, I don't know anything, wuwu, don't ask me."

Zhou Chi'an curled up his body and no one dared to look at him.

"If you don't tell us, how can we protect you? No one knows who will die next."

"Now only you can save us. Tell me everything you know. I'm a police officer and I can help you."

"Yes, even if you do something wrong, you can help me."

Wang Zhi affirmed: "Of course, everyone has made mistakes in their life. As long as you know your mistakes and can correct them, you are a good child."

Zhou Chi'an looked at him, his lips moving: "I, I can tell you, but you have to find a master, a capable master, otherwise I won't say anything."

"I'd rather die than tell you!"

After saying that, he buried his head in his knees again, trembling all over. He didn't want to say anything, and kept muttering: "I was wrong, don't kill me, don't kill me!!"

Wang Zhi also felt a headache when he saw this, and coaxed softly: "Did you see a ghost? Those are just jokes. There are no ghosts in this world."

Zhou Chi'an raised his head and glared at him fiercely.

"If you don't believe me, get out and don't come to me again."

Shouting loudly: "Mom, Mom, let him go out!"

Seeing that her son had gone crazy again, Lin Fang started rolling on the ground and pounding his hands wildly. His hands were bleeding, but he seemed to feel nothing at all.

"Officer, please come out immediately. My son can't be provoked. He's going crazy again."

Seeing this, Wang Zhi stood up and walked outside. Standing in the yard, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. When he was about to light it, he thought of something and put it down.

Lin Fang waited until her son calmed down before closing the door and going out into the yard, her face looking very grim.

"Comrade police officer, you've seen it too. It's not that my son isn't cooperating. He's simply been traumatized and can't cooperate."

"You're a policeman, so you should know a lot of masters. I've found a few, but they're all useless charlatans. Why don't you try looking for one?"

Wang Zhi fell silent after hearing this. He was a graduate of a reputable police academy and had always accepted evidence, which had nothing to do with metaphysics.

"I'll...try my best to find it. Come back when you find me."

After hearing what he said, Lin Fang nodded repeatedly, and a smile appeared on her face: "That's good, as long as you can bring the master, you are welcome to come to my house anytime."

"My son only believes in the master's words now. I'm sorry to bother you. You'd better go back early."

Wang Zhi nodded, turned around and walked out, sat in the car and smoked a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and opened the group chat, and after hesitating for a long time, he sent a message.

[Does anyone know a reliable master who can tell fortunes and catch ghosts?]

As soon as the message was sent out, the group exploded.

[No, senior, are you okay? You've always been a staunch supporter of atheism, so why are you becoming superstitious now?]

Xing Fei: [I know him. If you're looking for him, let's add him on WeChat and chat privately. He looks young, but he's very capable.]

[…Fuck, no way, how come both of you have changed? What kind of bizarre case did you encounter that reshaped your worldview?]