Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Man pushed up her glasses and confidently introduced herself: [Hello everyone, my name is Su Man, I'm a lawyer, and I'm thirty years old. I've already sent you my birth date and time in a private message.]

Sweet Lemon: [Wow, this girl is a lawyer, what a cool profession! I'm also from the School of Political Science and Law, and after graduation I want to be a lawyer like her.]

I scanned the comments and saw this one.

Su Man gave a wry smile: "This profession isn't as glamorous as it seems. On the contrary, the pressure is immense. A disrupted work and rest schedule is nothing to worry about."

[Especially as a divorce lawyer, I'm worried about potential retaliation, which could cost me my life. It's really frustrating.]

Sweet Lemon: [I see, but I still want to be a lawyer. Whether it works or not, I have to try it to find out.]

[Yes, you won't know until you try it. Since you're a junior high school student, as someone who's been through it, I'll give you some advice.]

[First, learn Sanda to protect yourself. Second, maintain a regular work and rest schedule, otherwise you won't be able to endure it later. Third, if you have strong empathy, be prepared to be abused.]

Everyone: [……!!]

Su Man regained her composure and spoke, "Master Su, I haven't told you my problem yet. I noticed something was wrong with the apartment I rented last week."

I turned off the lights and aimed the camera at the ceiling, with only moonlight shining in.

Every night when I lie in bed, I often suffer from insomnia due to the heavy work pressure. I like to turn off the lights and stare at the ceiling, distracting myself from the clues of my work over and over again.

Nighttime helps me think more clearly. I noticed the mark on the roof. It started out as the size of a copper coin, and each night was different from the previous one.

[Now it's the size of a palm, and sometimes when I look at it, I see... it looks like half a human face. I don't know if it's just my imagination.]

The palm-sized mark on the screen looked like it was left by water seeping in during rainy days, and the shape was not very pretty.

Su Man took a deep breath. The more she looked at the mark, the more uncomfortable she felt. This was definitely not an illusion.

Discussions also started on the barrage, and everyone was guessing what the mark was. Since it was a bedroom, many people suspected that the corresponding floor above was the kitchen, which was why there was such a watermark.

[No, I'm pretty sure it's not a watermark. The apartment upstairs has the same floor plan as mine, which means they also have a bedroom.]

Taro Milk Tea with Popping Pearls: [Miss, do you know what's going on with the family upstairs?]

Su Man lay in bed and said calmly, "I know. This is a luxury apartment. They are financially well-off to live here. They and their husbands are from overseas studies."

I heard they just got married last year and are still in the honeymoon period this year. The grandmother downstairs said the hostess was on a business trip and hasn't been back for a week.

There was only one man at home. I wanted to go up and take a look, but then I thought better of it. I was afraid I'd run into danger if I went in with only a man at home.

I called the property management, and they took photos and said it was fine, so I didn't think much of it. But the mark kept getting bigger, and it made me feel worse, so I thought about asking Master Su.

Su Chen looked at the gloomy aura on the woman's face and said, "Miss Su, if you don't mind, you can wipe the mark with a piece of paper to see if it can be absorbed by the paper."

If it works, it's a water leak. If it doesn't, it's oil. If it's the latter, something went wrong.

Su Man turned on the light and did as she was told. When she saw the marks on the tissue, she frowned.

[Master Su, the mark on the roof seems to be oozing out. It's much more than when I wiped it before. It's like grease.]

Affirmatively: [It’s definitely not water, I’m sure.]

Ceramic Glass: [Master Su, have you figured out what it is? What exactly is that mark? It seems a bit strange to us too.]

Su Chen's voice became increasingly low: [Call the police and tell them there's been a murder upstairs. Have them come to your house.]

Qi Sheng was sitting aside eating fruit. He almost choked to death when he heard this. He patted his chest and finally managed to swallow it.