Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen took a look and thought about it. Although this kind of vicious curse is rare, it does exist. What if someone encounters it again?

Just treat it as some popular science information.

I readily agreed: "Okay, I promise you, I'll broadcast it live when I solve the problem later, so you can just watch it directly."

When netizens saw that he really agreed, they were of course not stingy and started to send gifts directly. Gorgeous fireworks bloomed on the barrage and yachts came crackling by.

Su Chen quickly drew another one and clicked on the connection.

The call was connected almost instantly, and the person on the other end appeared on the screen. She was a very young woman wearing a white sweater in a cozy children's room.

She choked up and said, "Hello, Master Su. My name is Zhang Ting. My son disappeared three months ago. I called the police but couldn't find him. So I wanted to ask you to calculate his whereabouts."

[My son's birth date is... He is five years old this year. This is a photo of him before he disappeared, taken at the playground.]

Su Chen took a glance and pursed his lips into a straight line.

Zhang Ting's heart skipped a beat when she saw this, and her eyes instantly turned red. She stammered, "Master Su, has my son already...?"

Netizens in the live broadcast room were silent. Although they knew that the child was missing and most likely met with misfortune, they still hoped that there might be a little luck.

[Call the police. Go to your neighbor's flower garden on your left. Dig two meters under the azalea tree. The child's remains are there.]

Zhang Ting's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible? Uncle Lame is usually very kind-hearted. Even with his limited mobility, he still sent us vegetables and fruit."

"Oh, my son loves playing with him. He goes to him whenever he has something to do. He looks at children with such loving eyes. How could he possibly kill my son?"

As she spoke, she began to break down, tears dripping down her face.

Su Chen sighed and said helplessly: [The police will tell you why. He is not as simple as you think. He is just an old man trafficker. Disguise is his instinct.]

[As for killing your son, it was because your son discovered his identity, so he was silenced and buried under the azalea tree...]

Zhang Ting dialed 110 with trembling hands. After she finished speaking stuttering, she looked devastated and helpless, crying and her body was shaking.

Su Chen glanced at her and said softly, "Pregnant women should control their emotions, otherwise it may cause cleft lip in their children. Also, don't go out before 8 o'clock tomorrow."

Hearing Su Chen's words, Zhang Ting was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and her eyes lit up frighteningly.

"Master Su, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm pregnant? How is that possible? I don't feel anything at all."

"Well, it's been almost two months. You were so stressed out about your child's disappearance that you subconsciously ignored it. A pregnant woman's emotions can have a significant impact on the child."

[One last thing: don't go out before 8 a.m. tomorrow morning.]

Although Zhang Ting didn't understand, since the master had said it, he must have his own reasons, so she just had to listen.

He said solemnly: [Yes, I understand. Master Su, don't worry.]

The phone rang soon, and Zhang Ting saw that it was 110.

[Master Su, the police are here. I'll take them to my neighbor's house. I've transferred the money to you privately. If you can find my son, I'll prepare a thank-you gift separately.]

When netizens in the live broadcast room saw that she was about to hang up, they shouted hurriedly.

"Wait, sister, why don't you start a livestream and show us? We want to know what the traffickers look like. Maybe you know someone who can help us find more children."

Zhang Ting has always been like this. Human traffickers are the most vicious things in the world. Besides her, there are many parents who suffer the pain of losing their children.

After wiping away tears, she looked at the live broadcast room and spoke.

[Okay, if you want to know what happens to human traffickers, you can come to my livestream and I'll show you. Thank you so much, Master Su, for today. I'll be hanging up now. Bye.]

After hanging up the video, Zhang Ting took her mobile phone and went out. She turned on the live broadcast and took the police to the house next door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, a white-haired old man opened the door. Seeing her, he said kindly, "Xiao Zhang, you're looking for me because you have something. Are you out of salt at home again?"