Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Let's go find a quiet place and explain the situation in detail. The police need details to find clues to solve the case."

Wang Zhi: This involves ghosts and gods, so we can find evidence.

Qiao Chen looked around furtively, and after making sure that there was no danger, he saw the police looking at him. He felt relieved and burst into tears.

"I was wrong, police officer, I was really wrong. I will never do it again. Please give me one more chance."

"...Well, tell me in detail."

"Xiao Ding, you take notes."

Several people were sitting in the main room. Qiao Jianye walked in and saw that his son was fine. He slowly let go of his worries and searched the room but couldn't find what he wanted.

Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I saw Su Chen reaching out his hand, holding a book with a black cover.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Qiao Jianye's eyes widened, he stepped back subconsciously, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there is a ghost in this book. It has been looking for my son recently. If it weren't for the witch's help."

"My son, I'm afraid it's all over."

Su Chen hummed, placed the black book on the table, and looked at it motionlessly as if it were a dead object, then opened it and took a look.

There is a soul on every page, and I can still seem to hear the desperate and painful cries in my ears. I tapped it with my finger, and a faint golden light poured into it.

Qiao Chen didn't dare to hide anything and told everything.

"At the time, all six of us failed a course and were in a panic, so the dorm head suggested we play a game."

"They said that if we could summon the book spirit, we would all pass the exam and pass every exam in the future. We would be finished. Who knew... that we would summon that thing?"

Su Chen closed the book and asked casually.

"Who is the dormitory head?"

"Xie Huaichuan, he's our dorm leader. He grew up in the mountains, so he's very hardworking and takes good care of us."

When Qiao Chen mentioned the dormitory head, his expression relaxed a lot.

Su Chen curled his lips and chuckled, "Take care? You're taking your lives to feed the book spirit, that's really taking care of it."

"What, what did you just say?"

"How is this possible? We have no grudge against him. Why would Xie Huaichuan want to harm us? Killing people is not an option. He is actually a coward."

When Qiao Chen heard this, he subconsciously defended him.

We've been roommates for two years. How could he not know what kind of people are in the dormitory? How could he be that kind of person? It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Su Chen opened the black-covered book and pointed at it. "Except for the three souls that have already died, there are still about ten souls in here. They all died because of your dorm leader."

"When all five of you die, he will be the last survivor. He will use your lives to support the book spirits and make money in secret..."

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not, but what I said is the truth."

Qiao Chen's face turned black and white, white and black, just like a color palette.

"Three people died, take three?"

"When I came back, only Xu Shen jumped from the building. The other two died. When did they die, and how did they die?"

Ding Chenghao glanced at Wang Zhi, and after receiving his gaze, he began to explain, "Look at this photo. It's from when Lin Xuan died. Ji Xiao also died in the kitchen at home, cut into pieces."

Qiao Chen looked at the photo and his body trembled continuously.

"The dormitory head has a grudge against Ji Xiao. Ji Xiao used to say that he had a strange smell on his body, even worse than a dead person."

"The dormitory head always smiles and has never argued with Ji Xiao. Why would she be so angry? Does she hate Ji Xiao so much? But I have always respected her."

As he spoke, a look of despair appeared on his face.

She choked up and said, "I never hurt him, why did he put me fourth and kill me?"

Su Chen waited until he calmed down before speaking: "I'm not sure, but looking at the order of death, those who had a conflict were at the front, and those who didn't were at the back."

"For a psychologically distorted person, judging whether someone has offended him or not should be based on his or her standards, not yours."