Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

I don’t know how Su Chen is doing, whether he has received the paper cranes, and when he can come over.

He can deal with people, but to deal with those strange things, he can only rely on Su Chen, who started rummaging through the drawers in the living room.

Tong Yao came over and asked curiously, "Mr. Fu, what are you looking for? If there's anything you need me for, just tell me and I'll help you find it."

Fu Yuan hummed, "Let's look for clues. The wooden house here looks very good. It doesn't look like it's where forest rangers live. It looks more like someone built it specifically for this purpose."

"Look at the signs of life here. Does it look like someone lived here for a while? I want to look around and see if there are any clues."

"Yeah, I see. Mr. Fu is curious about the owner of this cabin. Not to mention I'm curious too. It would be great to live in such a nice cabin with friends."

Tong Yao had a beautiful idea. The interpersonal relationships in the city were complicated, and if she wanted to replenish her energy, she could just live in the mountains.

Fu Yuan shook his head: "That's not right. People's hearts are hard to predict, especially since there's only one way up the mountain. What if a friend has bad intentions? I'm afraid I won't even know how I died."

As soon as he finished speaking, the candle suddenly went out.

"Huh? Why is the candle out?"

Tong Yao lit the candle without thinking much. As the light came back on, she saw a flicker of light in the corner. Her eyes were attracted to it and she squatted down to look inside.

A button was pulled out from the gap. It was a very beautiful blue button with a bright metallic luster. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary cufflink.

Lying on the ground, looking through the gap in the cabinet, Tong Yao vaguely saw something. She called out, "Mr. Fu, come over and take a look. Take this button and I'll fish out the things inside."

After struggling to get it out and brushing off the dust, he found the word "Diary" written on it. He said with some surprise, "Mr. Fu, look, there's a notebook here."

Fu Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off it. He wanted to open it to take a look, but he found that the notebook seemed to be fixed and could not be opened at all.

Tong Yao was a little surprised: "Mr. Fu, are you okay? The pages of this book are very heavy. I think you seem to be having a hard time turning them."

“…Hmm, I can’t open it.”

"Then let me give it a try."

Reaching out to take it, Tong Yao flipped it open. The two looked at each other in confusion: "Why can you open it, but I can't? Is that female ghost targeting me?"

"I don't know about that either. Let me read it out loud so everyone can see it. Let's analyze what happened here."

Fu Yuan hummed, his face stern and he said nothing.

Tong Yao sat on the sofa opposite him, reading page by page, pausing from time to time to analyze: "This is about a girl named Mo Xiaoxiao, who is on vacation with her husband's best friend."

"They also started a company together, and the company has good development prospects. To relax, they built a cabin here and plan to come here to stay and relax when they have nothing to do."

"Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong. Could it be that something unexpected happened later? Why does this concept of best friends sound unfriendly?"

Fu Yuan: "Money is a temptation. It's hard for friends, partners, best friends, and brothers to start a company together. They can share hardships but not happiness, and the company will fall apart in the process."

Tong Yao nodded in agreement. She had sensed this a long time ago. It was much more difficult for people to get along with each other than with inanimate objects. People's hearts were fickle.

"I guess there might have been some kind of accident. Could the person who died be a close friend? After all, husband and wife are bound together by emotional interests."

"It could also be the original wife. If your best friend is fooling around with a man, then the original wife will be the one who dies. Please continue reading."

More than half an hour passed. After Tong Yao finished reading, she felt a little heavy-hearted and said in a deep voice, "Fu Zhong, your guess is correct. It's most likely that the original wife is the one who got into trouble."

"It's a pity that they didn't leave their names. It's hard to find them this way."

Fu Yuan took the cufflink and looked at it carefully. "No, it's not that hard to find if you have this button. It's limited edition, and the information is usually registered."

"As long as we follow this line of investigation, we will find certain clues, but if there is no body, how can we report it to the police?"

"Let's go look around tomorrow morning to see if there are any clues. The road is blocked now anyway, so it's useless even if we go down the mountain."

Tong Yao nodded repeatedly. She also felt sorry for the original wife. If she could find some clues to help her, it would be a good deed.

On the other side, Su Chen was sleeping soundly. The little paper cranes were hitting the glass, but the people in the house still didn't wake up. The little paper cranes could only look for ways to get in everywhere.

Su Chen slept until dawn and felt a lot more relaxed. After washing up and having breakfast, he saw something flying towards him crookedly, and it was covered with black ash.

"Hmm? A message talisman."

Reaching out to take the thousand paper cranes, I heard a familiar voice coming from inside: "Su Chen, I'm on XXXXX Mountain now. There's no signal and I can't contact the outside world."

"Can you call the police and have them remove the rocks? The road halfway up the mountain is blocked, and we can't get down the mountain at all. Also, this place seems a little strange, and I'm not sure if it's a ghost."

"If you have time, could you come over?"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the time, then took out his mobile phone to search for the location. The distance was really quite far, and it would take him a day to get there if he drove.

He would not go on the ghost path in broad daylight. He took out a piece of talisman paper, folded it into a thousand paper cranes, pointed at them, and said a few words.

"Mr. Fu, I won't arrive until tomorrow. You'll need to stay there one more night. Take out the talismans to ward off the evil spirits. Just don't provoke the evil spirits and you'll be fine."