Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Besides, they didn't ask me for money, and they didn't try to scam me. Why can't I trust them?"

The others burst into laughter: "Haha, there are no real masters these days, they are just charlatans, you just think too much."

Several people stayed there until four o'clock in the afternoon, and then drove back.

When Gu Wei was passing the bridge, his car was stuck. He saw through the window a figure climbing over the railing and preparing to jump off the bridge.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I opened the car door and rushed forward.

The face and the words spoken suddenly came to my mind, and my steps stopped immediately. I saw the figure flash by and disappear in an instant.

Gu Wei rushed to the railing and saw that there was no movement below. His heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at other people.

"Didn't you just see someone jumping off the bridge over there?"

A couple asked in surprise: "Uncle, are you okay? You must be dazzled. We have been here the whole time and didn't see anyone jumping off the bridge."

"...!!"

Gu Wei subconsciously clenched his hands and looked a little unhappy. Did he see a ghost just now? If he hadn't thought of that young man, he would have pounced on him.

I shuddered and turned back to the car, still feeling a little scared.

Fanhua Luxury Jewelry Store

Zhong Jingyi walked into the store barefoot, carrying her red high heels. She found the clerk who had sold her the high heels before, and the clerk looked at her with anger on her face.

He said bluntly: "Tell me, where did you get this pair of high heels before you sold it to me? Tell the truth, or I will call the police to arrest you."

A flash of panic flashed across the eyes of the shop assistant Xiaomei, but she quickly returned to normal with a standard smile on her face: "Ms. Zhong, did you misunderstand something?"

"It's impossible for a store as big as ours to sell fakes. These shoes all come from headquarters, and each pair is numbered and recorded."

Seeing that she was still quibbling, Zhong Jingyi was so angry that she shouted, "Manager, where is the manager? Come out to see me quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."

The store manager heard the noise and came out quickly.

She whispered softly, "Ms. Zhong, I wonder if there's a quality problem with the shoes. If there is, we can exchange them for you."

"...Heh, if it was really a quality issue, I wouldn't be so angry. It's that these shoes seem to have been worn by a dead person. I've been having nightmares since I bought them."

"In my dream, there was a woman holding a knife and trying to chop off my feet. She asked me to return the shoes to her. Selling shoes of a dead person is really a wicked thing."

Hearing this, the other guests all looked over.

The store manager frowned upon seeing this and lowered his voice: "Ms. Zhong, you are also a regular customer of our store. You have always bought shoes here without any problems. Why is there a problem this time?"

"I think we should find a place to talk. If there are any problems, let's solve them. This kind of thing, wearing dead people's shoes, will never happen."

Zhong Jingyi exhaled and slowed down her tone: "Just now your clerk said that every pair of shoes in the store has a number. I want to check the number to see where these shoes came from."

The store manager took it and said with a smile, "Of course, I'll scan the code and verify it. Please wait a moment!"

Two minutes later, the store manager called out, "Xiaomei, come here. I have something to tell you."

Xiaomei's heart skipped a beat and she walked over slowly.

The store manager in the warehouse had a grim expression on his face. He was holding the pair of red high-heeled shoes in his hands, and he felt his hands were a little cold. The coldness was not from the weather, but from the chill that penetrated deep into his bones.

Afraid of being overheard by the customers outside, he whispered, "Tell me, what's going on? Why is the serial number on this pair of shoes empty? What did you do?"

Xiaomei looked flustered and said fearfully, "No, no, these shoes are all the same. How would I know if it was Ms. Zhong who bought them from another store to deceive people?"

"...Tell the truth, or you know the consequences if the customer calls the police!"

Xiaomei couldn't bear the store manager's overwhelming pressure.

She cried and said, "I'm sorry, store manager, I was wrong. My cousin liked this pair of shoes, so I bought the same ones from somewhere else and gave them to her in exchange for the shoes in the store."

"I'll buy it no matter how much it costs. I'll accept any compensation for the pair of shoes in the customer's hand."

Xiaomei felt very aggrieved. She just changed a pair of shoes, it wasn't that serious, why was she so angry?

The store manager took a deep breath and looked at her in disbelief. He didn't expect that she could do such a thing.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Switching shoes in a store without permission is stealing. If you don't pay after being caught, the matter is considered settled. Tell me the truth, how many pairs did you change?"

"Big, about three pairs. There's never been any problem with those two pairs. I don't think the customer noticed."

Xiaomei's voice became lower and lower, and she was obviously feeling guilty.

The store manager whispered, "I'm going to talk to the customer. Take me to where you bought the shoes later. And remember to call the police."

"If the customer starts making a fuss, you'll be fired immediately. All the training will be for nothing. How dare you do such a thing..."

"I, I understand, Manager."

Zhong Jingyi waited for them to come out and reached out to take the high heels. She had to return the shoes to the female ghost, so of course she had to take them away, but it was also her responsibility to find out where the shoes came from.

If there is an industrial chain behind this, other people will be harmed, and she doesn't want to see this happen again.

The store manager offered it with both hands and whispered, "Ms. Zhong, how about we go out for a while and talk on the way?"

"...What do you mean, the origin of these shoes has been found?"

"Yes, we'll discuss compensation on the way."

"Don't worry, our branch will never shirk responsibility. We will compensate you in whatever way is due. I sincerely apologize to you. Please forgive me."

Zhong Jingyi felt the store manager's sincerity and raised her head high: "Well, that's why they say that people who can become store managers must have extraordinary talents."

"I'll drive, and we'll go together and destroy that place. I don't want to wear dead people's shoes again."

After the three of them got in the car, Xiaomei directed them to an alley.

She said timidly, "Manager, this is it. They say the products here are all genuine, but the prices are two-thirds cheaper than outside."

"I, I was the one who had this thought. I'm sorry, Ms. Zhong."

Zhong Jingyi glanced at him and ignored him. She was about to cry in her heart. Help, she was really wearing a dead person's shoes, it was so unlucky.

He took out his cell phone and called the police, then waited for them to arrive before going inside.

When the shop owner saw people coming, he smiled. But when he saw the police, the smile froze and he stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

Zhong Jingyi slammed her hand directly on the counter, making a crisp sound, and said angrily: "Boss, you will suffer retribution for doing evil things."

"You recognize these shoes, right? They're the ones you sold to that little girl, and then sold to me. I paid a high price for them, but they turned out to be a pair of shoes for a dead person."

"It's bad luck, but I have nightmares every day. Do you know what it feels like to be haunted by a female ghost? It makes me so angry."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner waved his hands and refused to admit it.

"No, no, ma'am, I don't understand what you are saying. This is a place where I get my shoes repaired."

Seeing that he was denying it, Xiaomei said, "Comrade police officer, I bought all the shoes here. In order to prevent them from denying it, I secretly took a video."

When the shop owner saw her take out the video, his face suddenly became ferocious and he rushed over to tear it apart: "You damn girl, are you trying to kill me?"

"What did I tell you before? These shoes are only for collection, not for wearing. It was you who didn't listen and insisted on selling them."

"No, boss, you're lying..."

The two men started fighting, and others came to separate them.

After Zhong Jingyi finished taking notes, it was already dark. She went home alone and fell on the bed, intending to close her eyes and take a nap.

I don’t know what I was thinking about, but I woke up in an instant, put the talisman paper under my pillow, washed up, and lay down on the bed to sleep. I slept very soundly.

A night without dreams until dawn.

The next morning, Zhong Jingyi bought paper money and incense and went directly to the deceased's cemetery.