Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The boy in the suit was also very curious. This container was airtight and had only this one air vent. If there was really someone inside, how would they sleep, eat, and breathe?

If the vent is facing the ground, it will be blocked and the person will die, just like a fish out of water.

"Go get a flashlight. I want to see what it looks like. It's really amazing that it can survive in a container. I don't know how it managed to survive."

Little Stone frowned upon hearing this and said worriedly, "Master, we don't know what's happening with the people inside. It's better not to get too close, in case they get infected with some disease."

The boy in the suit glared at him and said unhappily, "I said I wanted a flashlight, stop talking nonsense."

"……All right."

Soon a flashlight was brought, and the boy in the suit turned it on and squatted down, putting his face close to the hole to shine the light in. The strange smell became stronger, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Before he could see clearly what was going on inside, a pair of terrifying blood-red eyes suddenly looked at him. When the boy in the suit met those blood-red eyes, he screamed in fright.

"Ahhh, yes, there's a ghost."

"Hmm? Master, what did you see?"

"Red, red-eyed ghost..."

The boy in the suit heard the banging sounds inside and shouted, "Who are you? What's your name? Are you a human or a ghost?"

A small black hand stretched out. The boy in the suit looked at the blood stain on it with some disgust: "What do you want? You don't want to shake hands with me, do you? I won't shake hands with you. You're so dirty."

Little Stone squatted down, took out a candy from his arms and handed it to him: "Here's some candy."

The four children squatted in a row, watching the little hand stretching out and retracting continuously, as if it were fun to tease a cat, and kept taking out the food they had and passing it to the little hand.

The brave little fat boy reached out his hand and gently touched the black hand. It felt cold like ice, not soft like a human hand at all.

"Master, foreigners' skin is different from ours, so they feel cold."

The boy in the suit's eyes flickered when he heard that. He didn't know that either, but he couldn't say he didn't know, otherwise they would definitely make fun of him.

Pretending to be calm, he said, "Well, let me touch it too. Foreigners are definitely different from us. There's nothing to be surprised about."

He reached out and touched the back of the black hand. Hmm, it was a little chilly. When he slowly withdrew his hand, the black hand suddenly grabbed towards him.

Sharp black nails scratched the back of his chubby hand, and blood dripped down. The boy in the suit cried out in pain: "It hurts, it hurts so much~~~~"

"How dare he catch me? Woohoo, I'm going to find my mom."

When Xiao Shitou saw that he was injured, his heart skipped a beat and panic spread in his heart.

"No, no, Master. If you tell Madam, she will say that you are not manly in your crying. Let's just go and take care of the wound."

The boy in the suit had a strong sense of self-esteem and could not stand being told he wasn't manly. He sniffed through the pain and ordered, "Bandage my wound."

"Don't tell me about this. If Mom asks, just say I accidentally fell and got scratched."

"Mom would be very angry if she knew I was playing with dirty kids. Did you hear that?"

Little Shitou nodded repeatedly, bandaged the man's wound with a worried look on his face, and sent him back. He was still a little nervous, not knowing whether he should tell his mother about this.

After the boy in the suit went back, he simply washed up and fell asleep. In his sleep, he kept feeling itchy on the back of his hand, and he scratched it before he could fall asleep completely.

The next morning, I felt groggy, had a headache and chills, and couldn't wake up. By the time someone noticed something was wrong, it was already dark.

The lady held her son in her arms and shouted in panic, "Help, hurry up, my son has a fever, call a doctor."

The loud shouting in the corridor quickly woke up many people.

Qin Wushuang opened the door and looked over, only to see a woman holding a child. The child's hand hung by the side, and the gauze on the back of the hand had fallen apart, revealing a blackened, pus-oozing wound.