Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen looked at his face. His eyes were dark and empty, the fire on his left shoulder was extinguished, and his face was filled with ghostly aura.

[It's okay, this divination is free, but you'll have to spend money elsewhere. Haven't you noticed anything unusual in your body lately?]

Physical abnormalities?

Lin Feng felt a tightness in his heart. He had been very tired recently and couldn't sleep. He was not focused at work during the day and was always distracted. He also had endless nightmares at night.

I can't see the face of that white figure clearly, so why do I dream about it again and again? It's so strange.

Su Chen said calmly: [Give me your birth date and I will calculate your fate for you.]

Lin Feng nodded, sent the private message, and then slowly began to speak: "Master Su, I just changed my rental house last week. This house is a great deal, but I started having nightmares on the first night."

After he finished speaking, the fans in the live broadcast room noticed that something was wrong.

Socialist Successor: [Dude, which complex and floor do you live in? Is there anyone who knows the inside story? Your rent is ridiculously cheap. Usually, something this cheap has problems.]

Lin Feng scratched his head, his eyes revealing the clarity and simplicity (stupid and gullible) that are unique to college students.

[Oh, ok, I rented a house in Sunshine Community on Jiefang Road, 18th floor, room 1808. There's something strange about this house: every time I ordered takeout, they wouldn't deliver.]

I still went to the first floor to get it. The delivery guy was clearly going to the first floor to deliver it, so why didn't he want to deliver it to me?

Socialist Successor: […Dude, there's something I shouldn't be saying. You can't see all these unusual things, can't you? Don't you realize anything's wrong?]

The house you rented is a columbarium. The entire 18th floor is used to store ashes, not even a living person. I remember there was an incident in 1808, where a little girl committed suicide.

[It can be said that except for you, no one else on the floor you live in is alive. If you live in a place like this for a long time, it would be strange if nothing happened to you.]

When Lin Feng heard these words, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. He stared at the computer screen stupidly, looking like he had been hit hard.

After Su Chen finished his calculations, he said, "There's definitely something wrong with the house you rented. The ghost living in the same house with you is a good one. It's been reminding you to leave in your dreams, right?"

"The yin energy there is too strong. If you stay there any longer, you'll be dead in less than a month. You need to return the house and find another one as soon as possible."

Socialist Successor: [Master Su, I have several houses for rent. This kid looks quite pitiful. If he's interested, he can rent from me. I'll charge him 500 yuan.]

Sunflower: [Good man, big brother. Your family owns several houses. Do you think I can succeed? I need help too.]

[…I won’t help. I’m not doing charity. I just gave this kid a hand because he’s so stupid and pitiful.]

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly turned red as he said gratefully, "Thank you, big brother. However, I want to ask the security guard tomorrow. If it's really a columbarium, I'll ask the agent to cancel the booking."

[Could you please give me your contact information? I can contact you when the time comes.]

Socialist Successor: [Okay, I sent you a private message. I also have one more thing to remind you: the agent's tactics are to deny it and not refund your rent.]

Just say you want to make a fuss and make a big deal out of it. That way, the agent will be scared. This is called fraud by concealing the truth, and you can get a full refund of your rent.

[Okay, thank you for the reminder, big brother.]

Seeing that they had solved the problem themselves, Su Chen smiled slightly and directly sent a message to @socialist successor.

[Give me the address and I'll have Shanshan send you a peace amulet. Thank you for doing good deeds in my live broadcast room.]

The successor of socialism was lying on the sofa with an unshaven beard, looking at the huge screen and drinking a drink. When he saw this message, his eyes lit up.

[Okay, thank you Master Su, I live in XXXXX.]

Lin Feng remembered something else and asked, "Master Su, the female ghost who reminded me is the ghost living in the master bedroom. How can I thank her then?"