Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Miss Qin, do you have a way to contact the outside world? We won't be trapped here forever, right? This place is getting weirder and weirder. The people inside won't get sick."

"Is it contagious? Why does it feel like a monster?"

Fu Yuan shook his head: "Not yet. This place is too remote and difficult to locate. Unless we make a big noise and are detected by satellites, the outside world will have no idea where we are."

Fu Mingan became even more panicked upon hearing this, and said anxiously: "What should we do? How big a commotion will this have to cause?"

"Miss Qin, are you just going to sit there and wait for death?"

"Well, Achen said that we just have to wait. When the time comes, someone will come to rescue us. I believe him."

"...!!"

Fu Mingan frowned and looked at Su Chen, wondering, "Master Su... Master Su, what is the chance you're talking about? Will someone really come to save us? What if the people in this room get infected?"

Su Chen shrugged helplessly and said, "Nothing much can be done. Actually, the safest place right now is on the boat, not on the island."

"You can go on board together if you like."

"Really? I think it's nice to be on the boat then."

The few of them hit it off immediately and went back to the house to pack up their things, preparing to go back to the boat to live. If they wanted to eat, they could find it after getting off the boat, which was much safer than staying here.

The most important thing was that there was no one there, so there was definitely enough electricity for them. However, they soon discovered that they were not the only ones who thought so.

When Engels saw them about to leave, he winked at the crew, who gathered them together with a cold expression: "Go back! The captain said you are not allowed to return to the ship."

The lady shouted, "Why can't you go back? Someone here is sick, who knows if it's contagious? Are you deaf?"

"Listen to that roar. How can it be called a human being?"

"That's right. We paid for it, so why aren't we allowed to go on the boat? You're going too far. We'll definitely report you when we get back."

If Engels hadn't seen the surveillance footage, he might have saved his face, but now nothing is more important than staying alive. Looking at the people who were getting agitated.

He took out a gun from behind and fired a shot directly into the sky. With a bang, many people were frightened and looked over.

Qin Wushuang looked at the scene at the door and whispered, "It looks like we can't get out. We can only be trapped here."

Su Chen hummed, raised his head to look at the gloomy sky, and a bad premonition came to his mind. The calm before the storm was about to end.

The ladies were driven back, some of them looking dusty and humiliated. Faced with the threat of guns, they dared not say a word and went back to their rooms obediently, listening to the shrill roars without daring to say a word.

Ding Lei reached out and scratched his thigh. He felt itchy all the way to his bones. What the hell? Was he bitten by a mosquito?

The creaking sound continued, and someone turned to look at him with a strange look in his eyes: "What are you doing? You grind your teeth even when you're awake. It's so noisy."

Ding Lei: “…”

"Excuse me, I want to ask the people in quarantine when they can be released. What disease is this and it's not contagious, right?"

The tall man looked at him with disdain and said unhappily, "Of course it's contagious, otherwise why would we need to isolate ourselves? Does Dr. Qiao Sen have any medicine? It's definitely not curable."

"Why are you asking so carefully? Did you have close contact with the patient? If that's the case, you should also be isolated."

Ding Lei waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I was just asking casually. If this were contagious, I would be so scared sitting next door."

"Oh, I don't know. Go ask Dr. Qiao Sen yourself. I'm going back first."

He didn't dare to ask now because he had just slept with Xiaoli. If there really was an infectious disease, he was afraid that he would have been infected.

Ding Lei smiled unnaturally and trotted back to his room.

Engels asked the crew to take turns patrolling the corridor, and if anything went wrong, they would shoot to death. This was also for the safety of more people.

In the basement