Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Man found him annoying. Should a property be so involved? She could just take a look and see if there were any problems.

Lou Ming's eyes flickered when he heard this, but he quickly returned to his gentle and elegant appearance.

He said calmly, "It's okay. Since Miss Su has doubts, come in and take a look. It will be troublesome to always contact the property management in the future. Everyone, come in."

As he said that, he opened the door and walked in. The others followed closely behind him, and Shen Yong also followed in and closed the door.

As the police entered the house, they looked around. There was a wedding photo on the wall. The handsome man and beautiful woman looked very loving. There were women's shoes on the shoe rack. The living room was painted in warm yellow and was very cozy.

If someone really killed his wife, a normal person would usually erase all traces of the other person to avoid feeling guilty and fearful.

No, everything is normal in the living room.

Su Man couldn't see anything, but she shivered as soon as she entered the room. She wondered why the room was so cold, the kind of cold that penetrated into her bones.

Lou Ming is a psychologist. Seeing this, he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, turned on the central air conditioning and heating, and said in a warm voice: "Miss Su, it's still cold now."

"…I'm not cold anymore, thank you."

This person is so scary. He must have been staring at her. Otherwise, how could he have noticed her trembling?

Lou Ming brought her into the room and asked with a smile, "Miss Su, where are the corresponding marks on your ceiling?"

Su Man listened to the voice coming from the headphones, calmed down, glanced at the wooden floor and pointed: "Lift it up here and see if there is any water leakage."

"Um, Miss Su, I need to remind you that this house was renovated only half a year ago. If the wooden floor is pried open, the cost of repairing it will be..."

Before he could finish, Su Man agreed immediately: "I will bear all the repair costs. Sorry, I don't want to see the mark again. I just want to have a good sleep."

"It's just a small expense. Don't worry, sir. I can still afford it."

Seeing her insistence, Lou Ming smiled and nodded without saying anything more. He found a hammer and handed it to her: "Then Miss Su, please start."

Su Man squatted on the ground with a hammer and carefully pried open the floor. Soon, a small piece of floor was pried off, revealing white cement, which was clean without any water stains.

"Miss Su, there doesn't seem to be any water stains. Is it a problem with your ceiling? You should ask a professional to take a look next time."

Just then, a voice came from the headphones.

[Suman breaks the cement.]

Su Man's body stiffened, a thought flashed through her mind, and her breathing became faster, but she couldn't ask in front of these people.

After adjusting his mood, he turned his head to look at the smiling man. He heard that he worked in the financial district and had fame, wealth and beautiful women. Was it possible for him to kill his own wife?

Lou Ming noticed her strange look, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Miss Su? If there is nothing wrong, just close the floor."

Without saying anything, Su Man picked up a hammer and started smashing the cement, saying seriously, "Since you're going to investigate the problem, let's investigate it thoroughly so I don't have to come up here all the time in the future."

"What? You want to break the cement? Miss Su, the roof will be opened like this. Isn't it a bit too much?"

The sound of cement being hit continued to ring out.

When Lou Ming saw her smashing like this, his heart skipped a beat, as if he saw a pair of eyes that were still open in death, slowly curving and smiling sinisterly at him.

He walked over to grab the hammer, his usual smile gone, his expression a bit colder: "Miss Su, please be careful about what you do. I'm being polite by asking you to pry the floor."

"You're so good, you even want to dig a hole in my ground. Even if you pay for the repairs, where am I going to live during this time? How am I going to explain this to my wife when she comes back?"

[Suman, continue knocking five centimeters downwards. The body is there.]

Su Man paused, snatched the hammer from the man's hand without saying a word, and smashed it madly at the cement, looking like she was possessed by a ghost.

Seeing her like this, Lou Ming wanted to stop her, but the light above his head suddenly flickered a few times, and the intermittent brightness made people feel uneasy, and the temperature in the room continued to drop.

It was like being in an ice cellar. Shen Yong rubbed his arms and said softly, "Mr. Lou, your heating is broken. Why is this room so cold?"

One of the policemen walked out of the bedroom without saying a word. Feeling the contrast between ice and fire inside and outside the door, his eyes darkened.

Having handled so many cases, he had experienced several things that could not be explained by science. There was definitely something wrong in this room. If I had to say it, it was resentment.

Only resentment can give rise to this gloomy feeling.

Yang Hua walked over, squatted down, and reached out to take the hammer: "I'm stronger, I can smash it faster."

Su Man was eager for the police to do this job. Who could understand the feeling of getting colder the more you smash? She was almost frozen to death. How could it be so cold when it was cement?

He hurriedly handed over the hammer, stood up, ran to the corner and hid there, with some fear in his eyes.

As the cement pieces fell, revealing a corner of the bag, Yang Hua narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Brother Ding, come here. There's something wrong here."

Seeing this, Lou Ming closed his eyes and his face turned pale instantly.

Ding Yishun walked over and looked at the bag. He frowned slightly and looked at the person with a bad face beside him. He said, "Keep digging and see what that thing is."

"Yes."

Soon the thing was revealed. Shen Yong's eyes widened and he screamed, "...corpse, corpse?"

Ding Yishun said nothing, lifted the body bag out, and looked at the female corpse whose eyes were open. Even though her face was pale, her facial features were still pretty.

There was dried blood on his forehead, obviously a wound left by a collision. I'm afraid someone might have hit him intentionally.