Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Haha, after working hard for a month or two, we still earn less than what he earns in a day. If he takes us with him, how could he die?"

Liu Aihua looked at their resentful eyes, and it was as if her throat was blocked, and she couldn't say anything. Her son can make money, isn't it his own hard work?

Just because he didn't help them get rich, he deserved to be killed. How can this be justified? Is this justice?

When Shen Jianshe heard this, he could no longer control his anger. He swung his fists at them, punching them one after another, his eyes reddened frighteningly.

Several people were already handcuffed and were being beaten so hard that they screamed, "Ahhh, help! You dare to hit us? I will sue you."

Song Ming pulled the person away and heard a snapping sound.

He looked down and saw that it was a small thing. He picked it up and saw that it was a miniature camera. He frowned and said, "The police station doesn't allow you to bring this. Leave it with me for now."

"You came to look for your son, but why did you bring a camera with you? Are you filming something?"

These two people are weird. If someone's son is missing, they would be in a hurry to find him. They wouldn't have time to get a camera. Are they planning to record something?

The camera was turned off and the live broadcast room went dark in an instant.

[Hey, hey, hey, why was this turned off? I wanted to see what happened to those little bastards. They were so cruel to their roommates.]

[Yeah, they don't get jealous when others get rich, but when someone they know gets rich, it's like a poke in their heart, and they all jump up and down.]

It's so hard for the poor to make a comeback. No wonder those rich people say that once you make money, you must move away from your original social class, otherwise the first people to be ripped off will be those around you in your original social class.

What a pity! Before he could enjoy the good days ahead, he passed away, and everything was gone.

Liu Aihua blushed, wiped her tears and choked up, "My old man asked me to buy it. He said he wanted to keep evidence to sue that master later."

"If the son is not found, it means that the master is lying and defrauding money, and we can directly sue the master. That's probably what it means. We didn't mean to film the police station."

"There were so many things going on just now that I forgot for a moment."

Song Ming was speechless after hearing this. He didn't know what to say to this couple. They didn't call the police for a month after noticing something was wrong with their son, but when they were looking for him, they found a camera.

We are not vigilant when we should be vigilant, and we are overly vigilant when we shouldn't be vigilant. Alas.

Netizens sent the screenshots to Su Chen, and left private messages briefly explaining what happened, urging Su Chen to take a look.

Su Chen just glanced at it and closed it, then fell asleep in an instant. He already knew the truth, so it didn't surprise him whether he read it or not.

I slept until dark.

After washing up and going downstairs, Li Fumei was sitting in the living room. When she heard footsteps, she raised her head and greeted: "Master, you are awake."

"Well, why don't you get some more sleep, Fumei?"

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy. I can't sleep because I haven't solved a case yet. I'll solve it and then sleep tonight. My wife will be back in the evening."

Su Chen took out his cell phone and sent a message but no one replied. He then sent a message to Uncle Fu, and learned that Wushuang was sitting on the sofa waiting after the meeting.

"I should be back for dinner, but I'm busy with a meeting right now, so I might be back a little late. If you're hungry, eat first."

She called out to the kitchen, "Auntie Wang, make Fumei a bowl of wontons and two side dishes she likes. If you want anything else, tell her."

Li Fumei nodded, and all her attention was on the book. She didn't care what to eat, as long as she could have a full meal.

Seeing that she was so focused, Su Chen didn't want to disturb her. He got up and went to the orchard to pick some fruits. He washed them and put them on the table, then turned on the TV to watch the news for a while.

Li Fumei slapped the table with a slap, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "Master, I figured it out. I finally know how the murderer escaped from the secret room."