Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Inside a rental house in Jinxiu Community

Three people live in a house with three bedrooms and two living rooms. They have no interaction with each other on weekdays. The living room is shared, and the three of them are responsible for hygiene in the living room. Whoever uses the kitchen is responsible for their own cleaning.

He Lin and Mo Qiming were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Not knowing what they were thinking about, they glanced at the master bedroom.

"What's up with Zhou Mo? He hasn't come out for two days. Should we go check it out? Don't let him die from staying up late playing games. We can't take responsibility for it."

Mo Qiming thought about it and decided it was true. He stood up and walked to the door of the master bedroom. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, then called out, "Zhou Mo, are you there? Let's come out and watch TV together."

Normally, that guy would have started cursing, but today when I knocked on the door there was dead silence inside, no sound at all.

They both sensed something was wrong, so they put their hands on the doorknob to open it, and saw a figure hunched over the table with the computer still on.

He Lin walked in and patted him on the shoulder.

They saw the man slide directly to the ground, his face pale and stiff, his eyes wide open and unable to close. This horrifying appearance scared the two men so much that they screamed subconsciously.

"Dead, someone's dead!"

Soon the police arrived, put the body in a bag, and began to search the scene for clues.

Looking at the two frightened people, the police patiently asked, "He hasn't come out for two days. As his roommates, didn't you notice something was wrong? Didn't you think of going to check on him?"

He Lin clenched his hands nervously, his eyes a little vacant, and it was obvious that he hadn't recovered yet. He said intermittently: "It's not that we don't care, it's that the man has a bad temper."

"When I went to visit him and knocked on the door to interrupt his gaming, he would get mad and curse at us, and he even got into a fight with both of us."

"Over time, we actually didn't want to deal with him. We didn't expect him to die in the room."

A policeman came out of the master bedroom and whispered, "Boss, I checked his computer. He hasn't been playing games these past two days. He's been reading a comic strip instead..."

Xing Fei was a little bewildered: "Serialized comics, what kind of comics are so attractive that I have to stay up for two days to read them?"

Li Wenhao nodded. "Yes, I'll take the console back later. It shows that he died suddenly from reading this survival game comic for the past two days."

"Hey, go pack up and get ready to go back to the police station."

"Keep your phones open. If you think of any clues, please contact us at any time. Also, try not to stay here for the next few days."

The two nodded repeatedly, their eyes full of fear. Anyone would be scared if they knew there was a dead person in the house.

Mo Qiming didn't know what he was thinking about, so he said, "Comrade police officer, can I take a look at that comic? I've heard Zhou Mo mention it many times before, and he always asked us to download it and read it."

"We've been busy with studies lately and club activities, so we agreed but haven't looked at it yet."

Xing Fei raised an eyebrow, feeling that something was amiss. He said seriously, "You mean, the deceased asked you to read this comic before. What did he say?"

"Well, Zhou Mo usually likes survival games, including playing games. Recently, he suddenly became obsessed with comics. He said that the style of painting by God K is special."

"What else can you do? It's more immersive and exciting than playing games. He kept recommending it to us, but we didn't have the chance to watch it."

Li Wenhao received the leader's signal and moved the computer over to open it. The screen was frozen on a picture of a person being chased, followed by many zombie-like people.

Mo Qiming and He Lin leaned closer to the screen to look at the person being chased. Not knowing what was on their mind, their pupils suddenly shrank, and they subconsciously stepped back and fell onto the sofa.

"Hmm? Why, did you find anything?"

"Look, police officers! The person being chased looks exactly like the deceased. How could there be such a coincidence?"

"Yeah, he looks exactly like Zhou Mo."

Upon hearing this, several policemen looked at each other, took out the photo of the deceased, and carefully compared it with the person on the screen, and found that they were exactly the same.