Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Ding Yishun winked and said seriously, "Call the team and tell them there's a body-hiding case here. Have the others come over as soon as possible."

He raised his head and looked at the others: "You all go sit in the living room. We need to preserve the evidence at the scene and don't move it. Come with us to the police station to record your statement."

Su Man couldn't believe that a body was really knocked out. Her mind was numb and she didn't dare to look. Her eyes fell to the ground and she suddenly remembered something.

He whispered, "Comrade police officer, can you please tell me why there are marks on my ceiling? The female corpse is wrapped in a body bag, so there shouldn't be any marks on it."

Yang Hua turned the body over and looked at it, and sure enough, he found a small hole in the body bag, with corpse oil oozing out.

"Ms. Su, the mark on your ceiling is probably... corpse oil. The body bag on the back of the woman was torn a little, which is why the corpse oil seeped in."

"If it's in your bedroom, even a little bit of accumulation will make the mark bigger and bigger. I suggest you treat the roof."

When Su Man heard this, and thought about her close contact with corpse oil and the faint strange smell, she couldn't help but retching.

“Ugh~~~”

"Sorry, I can't help myself. I've touched the mark on the ceiling before, so no wonder it feels greasy. It turns out it's the oil from the corpse."

Yang Hua took photos of the scene.

Ding Yishun stood up and said, "Let's go to the living room and talk. Miss Su, please tell me the whole story so I can write it down."

People's memories change with time, environment and mood, so it is best to record them in the shortest possible time.

Lou Ming's wrists were handcuffed. He said nothing and took out his cell phone to find a lawyer. The rest was up to the lawyer to defend him. Even if he committed a crime, it was excusable.

Ding Yishun took a quick look and knew the ways of this highly educated person. He would not be able to get anything out of him by asking him, so it would be better to go to the police station for further interrogation.

"Ms. Su, you can start talking now."

"I, I started noticing something was wrong last week. I'm under a lot of work pressure and often suffer from insomnia. Whenever I can't sleep, I keep my eyes open and read the phone version, and that's when I noticed the mark."

"It started out as the size of a fingernail, then the next day it became the size of a coin, and it grew bigger every day until tonight it was the size of a palm, like... half a human face."

Ding was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused by her narration.

"Miss Su, the body bag was torn on the back. There's no way there could be a face mark, unless the face was touching the ground and the hole was close to the face."

Su Man said nothing, and directly took out her phone, flipped through the photos and handed them over: "Comrade police officer, take a look for yourself. I know you don't believe me, so just look at the photos."

I glanced at the photo and it did look like half a face.

"...Well, Miss Su, please continue."

"I was scared after watching the mark change, and I couldn't sleep, so I watched a metaphysical live broadcast. I used to like watching it at night when I had nothing to do, but I didn't expect that I would be selected to have my fortune told."

Su Man told everything in detail. She had evidence for all of this, so there was no need to hide anything. Besides, she was actually curious about what kind of conflict the family upstairs had that led to murder.

After Balabala finished speaking, she met the police's surprised eyes and touched her face in confusion: "What's wrong? Is my makeup smudged?"

Ding Yishun was silent for a moment, then said, "Miss Su, would you mind if I could watch the live broadcast replay? I need to take this backup back and save it."

Su Man hesitated and spoke into the headset.

"Master Su, can this be given to a police officer? It won't have any effect on you, will it?"

[Haha, no, just leave it to them.]

[Okay, I understand.]

Ding Yishun nodded after watching the replay. "This master is quite capable. He actually concluded that there was a murder upstairs based on just a photo."

"Well, this master is amazing. He's never made a mistake. It's just a pity that he only predicts three hexagrams a day. You have to rely on luck to get the right one."