Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The two of them checked their tickets and boarded the high-speed train. After finding their seats and sitting down, they each took out their mobile phones and started swiping.

Li Fumei has been obsessed with various detective cases recently. In addition, she has a photographic memory and remembers everything she sees after just one look. Occasionally, she even takes notes more seriously than when she was in school.

"Master, if I become a policeman in the future, what will happen to our sect? Will you be disappointed in me?"

Su Chen shook his head: "No, I am your master and only one person, and you are my only disciple. Do whatever you want to do. Your life is your own."

"But I have only one request. What you learn from me must be used in the right way. If one day you use it for the wrong purpose, I will personally clean up the mess!"

Li Fumei said solemnly, "Yes, Master, I will definitely remember this. If I forget one day, you can do whatever you want with me."

"Well, that's a deal."

"Hang yourself on a hook and you won't be able to change it for a hundred years."

On the other side, Shen Jianshe and his wife arrived at Mount Tai and called the police. When the police arrived, they were a little confused after hearing what they said.

"Um, you said you found a fortune teller and he predicted that your son fell off a cliff here, so you asked us to go down and find your son's body, right? Uncle, this kind of thing is not a joke."

"No, we're not kidding. If you don't want to go down, we can go down and look for it ourselves."

The policeman saw them trying to climb down and quickly stopped them: "Wait, don't be impulsive. This is a cliff. How are you going to get down? If you fall down without a safety rope, it will be fatal."

"Hey, fortune tellers are all charlatans and liars. You can't trust them. How can you believe them so easily and come here directly to look for it?"

Liu Aihua said anxiously, "Comrade police, I didn't believe the master's words. I noticed something was wrong with my son a long time ago and contacted the school to ask for leave."

"I contacted his roommate and he said he was going to perform, but I don't know where. This was impossible before. My son is filial and always tells me where he's going."

"Something must have happened to him. Please, send someone down to check. If nothing happened, it's okay. If there's any responsibility, we'll take it."

Seeing how anxious they were, the police didn't know what to say and asked someone to put up a safety rope and go down to take a look.

Liu Aihua shouted, "Look at the tree. The master said my son fell and got stuck in the tree."

The tall man who went down nodded when he heard this, but didn't take it too seriously. How could you believe what a charlatan said? If it was really so magical, then what were the police for?

If someone is missing, look for a charlatan. If a child is lost, look for a charlatan. There is no need for them at all.

It took him more than ten minutes to go down and twenty minutes to come up. When the tall man came up, his face looked very ugly, his expression was solemn and his eyes were a little complicated. The body hanging on the tree was really too miserable.

I'm afraid it's been dead for a month, it's already rotted, and it's been pecked by birds. I wonder if these two people would see it...

"Brother Wang, come with me."

Wang Cheng frowned upon seeing this and walked to a corner, wondering, "What happened to Song Ming? Did he discover something, or is what that charlatan said true? That's impossible."

"If this could be true, what else do we need to do?"

Song Ming lowered his voice and said, "We did find a body. Judging from the backpack on him, it belongs to a young man. The body is so badly decomposed that I can't get it out by myself."

"...!!"

"What? There really is a dead body?"

Wang Cheng was a little dumbfounded. He thought that these two people missed their son too much and were fooled, but he didn't expect that it was not the case. Could there really be someone who could calculate so accurately?

Song Ming sighed, "We have to get the body out now. As for the cause of death, we'll have to discuss it when we get back. The body is in such a miserable state, I'm afraid the deceased's parents won't be able to bear it."

"Okay, I understand. I'll call someone over, and I'll talk to the deceased's parents."

Soon the body was carried up. Liu Aihua just took a look at the clothes and immediately confirmed her son's identity. She knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Shen Jianshe was completely dumbfounded, staring at the corpse with his mind blank. Finally, the two were taken to the police station. After learning the whole story, they immediately began to investigate the relationships around the deceased.

Based on the time of death and the ticket sales situation at the tourist attraction, the person who was traveling with the deceased was quickly identified. The murderer was also identified by finding the transfer records of the deceased to his roommate within one month.

He took people to the school immediately and went straight to the dormitory. When the dormitory manager opened the door, the five people in the room were still playing games. They looked up with impatience on their faces.

When he saw the police, his face changed instantly and his eyes were extremely panicked.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng said, "You must be Shen Xu's roommates, right? Come with us to the police station now. We have something to ask you."

After bringing the person to the interrogation room, several people looked at the transfer records and the entire process of conspiring to kill Shen Xu found in their mobile phones.

Liu Aihua collapsed, grabbing their clothes and crying, "Why, why did you kill my son? Wasn't he good to you?"

"He lent you money when you needed it, and he helped you when you were in trouble without hesitation, but why did you still want to kill him?"

A short man said with a face full of jealousy, "Now that he's rich, he keeps showing off in front of us. We're roommates, and he says he treats us like brothers, but when it comes to making money, he's not willing to take us with him."

"Killing him is fine, what's so strange about that? Poor people should always be poor. Why is he so much better than us? We study better than him, but in the end he works himself to death to make money."