Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After the group left the school, the news of the murder on the playground spread at an explosive speed, and everyone was wondering how the murder could have happened right under their noses.

New Town Police Station

Xing Fei stared at the young man in front of him with sharp eyes, which carried a strong sense of oppression, making people unconsciously nervous and afraid to look him in the eye.

"Your name is Su Chen. You're a freshman at Peking University or Tsinghua University, and you're also the top scorer in the college entrance exam in Province B. You have excellent academic performance. You studied finance, not metaphysics, right? Tell me in detail how you knew there was a body under the playground."

Su Chen smiled calmly. The original owner studied finance in order to make money for the orphanage so that the children could have money to treat their illnesses and the director's mother would have less work to do.

But he wasn't. In his previous life, he was an orphan, picked up and adopted by the Tianxing Sect. Later, they discovered that he had a talent for Taoism...

"Comrade police officer, you suspect I'm involved in the murder, but three years ago, I never even came to the capital. How could I have killed a child? I have no motive for it."

"If you're questioning whether I'm a charlatan, then we still have two more hexagrams today. Why don't we give them a try? Perhaps I can help you find evidence to solve the case."

Hearing this, Xing Fei's mouth twitched, and his expression softened a lot: "Ha, you are a college student, your psychological quality is quite good, but you are really brave to promote fortune-telling here."

Su Chen said calmly, "If you haven't done anything wrong, why should you be afraid? I told you you can try. If I'm not accurate, you can arrest me. If I'm accurate, I'll give you a thousand yuan for each divination."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him laughed.

A policeman wearing glasses couldn't help laughing: "Hey, this college student is interesting now. How can a finance major be related to metaphysics?"

The others started to jeer, "Boss, why don't you give it a try? This guy doesn't seem to be connected to the playground case at the moment. There's only one way he could know the body's location so accurately: a fortune teller."

Xing Fei glared at them and said unhappily, "Stop arguing. How can we let people know about this serious crime? It will cause chaos if it gets out."

"Boss, if it's an unsolved case, instead of letting it be sealed, why not let this guy calculate it? He's not allowed to do it without money. It's written on his sign. If he's right, it would be a pleasant surprise."

"Yeah, boss, let's give it a try. We're short of ideas right now. Maybe the end of science is really metaphysics."

"How else can we explain why this guy is so accurate in his calculations?"

A tall figure stood up, strode over, and wrote a string of numbers. "I'd like to have a fortune told. Could you tell me when my son can find a compatible bone marrow donor?"

The others were silent when they heard this, knowing that Gao Ming was almost going crazy because of his son's illness. Even if there was only a little hope, he had to give it a try. Waiting for several years was really too long.

Su Chen looked at his face carefully. He had regular features, big earlobes, and a full forehead, indicating that he was a blessed man. However, his uterus was sunken, which showed that he was destined to be childless.

Why do you say you have a son?

Thinking of this, he reached out to take it and lowered his head to calculate.

"A compatible bone marrow will be found within three days."

Gao Ming's eyes lit up, and he said anxiously, "Really? My son will be able to find a compatible bone marrow within three days. That's great! My son can be saved."

"but……"

Su Chen paused, feeling somewhat reluctant, and told the cruel truth to this man in front of him who looked very honest.

Gao Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with red eyes, "What's going on? Is there going to be an accident? Will my son survive? The doctor said that as long as there's a compatible bone marrow donor, my son can survive."

"He can survive, but that child isn't your son. It's your brother's. The only reason we could find a compatible bone marrow donor was because your wife begged him to donate."

"If you don't believe me, you can do a paternity test."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a dead silence. Everyone stared at them in amazement, unable to recover for a long time.

Gao Ming shook his head and kept denying: "No, it's impossible. You are lying to my brother and my wife. You must be lying."

Su Chen pursed his lips and said, "It was your brother who bullied others. There was a wedding prank on your wedding day, right? Your brother was also drunk, and your wife... was also a victim."

"Hurry up and go to the countryside to rescue people. Your wife is already on the way. If you rush there now, you can still save her in time."

Gao Ming took out his cell phone, his hands trembling, and called twice but no one answered. He was so panicked that he said he wanted to leave, turned around and trotted out.

After a long while, everyone came to their senses and stared at him.

The man with glasses, Li Wenhao, stood up, took out a file form, glanced at the head, and seeing that the head had no objection, he knew that he agreed. He coughed lightly and wrote down the deceased's birthday.

"Su Chen, can you calculate how this person died?"

Su Chen nodded. If he still had his Taoism skills from his previous life, he would just take a quick glance. But now his Taoism skills were too shallow, so he could only calculate bit by bit.

For a moment, the only sound in the police station was the rustling sound of the pen sliding across the paper, which soon stopped.

"Well, is it hard to calculate?"

"No, I figured it out. It's just a bit shocking. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Everyone else sat up straight.

Li Wenhao said anxiously, "You tell us, we're listening. If you know how the deceased died, it will be very helpful for us to find evidence and catch the murderer. Please tell us."

"As long as it's accurate, the money is no problem."

Su Chen clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "This girl was 23 years old and just started her internship. To save money, she rented a house in the suburbs. She disappeared a month later, leaving only scattered remains, right?"

"Yes, we found the bones with a stray dog. They had all been eaten. But strangely, we didn't find the deceased's DNA in the dog's stomach. We have no clues to continue the investigation."

"Well, it's normal that they can't find her. The landlord of the suburban apartment she rented from killed her, dismembered her, and gave her flesh away to the tenants one by one. The stray dogs didn't eat her, so naturally they can't find her."

When these words came out, everyone gasped.

Li Wenhao looked at him in disbelief, his hands holding the file were shaking, and his eyes were full of horror.

Su Chen sighed and said in a low voice: "You also checked the landlord, but there is no clue. He didn't eat, so naturally there is no trace. As for the crime scene, it is not in his house."

"Go to the abandoned chemical plant and drain the wastewater. The murder weapon you're looking for will be inside."

"Catch that landlord as soon as possible. He's a psychopath with a lot of murders to his name. He's also very good at counter-detection."

After he finished speaking, he watched them stunned for a moment, then quickly took action, and in a blink of an eye the police station was empty.

Su Chen stood up, poured a glass of water and drank it slowly.

Lin Dashan came over, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said with a sob: "Master, thank you for helping me find the child."

"Oh, by the way, wife, give the fortune to the master quickly."

"Okay, I have cash."