The small town of Picchico, Anchorage.

It's only a half-hour drive from downtown Anchorage, and it's technically on the edge of the city.

In a private house in the small town of Pichico, a large group of police officers are busy, seemingly conducting a major search.

"Officer, I'm a law-abiding citizen, and I'm also a taxpayer, so I have the right to complain about your behavior!" Claude, the owner, frowned and said stiffly: "After you finish this destruction of my property, I demand that everything in the yard and room be restored to its original state, if you can't do it, you just wait for me to sue you!"

"Mr. Claude, you don't have to worry about that now. Sheriff Henry said, "Our police will put everything in order again, and if there is something that can't be recovered, we will compensate according to the price-"

After a pause, Sheriff Henry's eyes narrowed slightly, "It doesn't matter if we find anything or not." ”

Claude glanced at Sheriff Henry, his lips moved, but he still didn't say anything, he was silent.

Claude knew, of course, that what Sheriff Henry was talking about was the corpse of his wife, Alice.

Claude sneered and turned his head away, as if he didn't want to see Henry's hateful face again.

By the moment he turned his head, Claude let out a sigh of relief-

So far, the police have not found the body......

After a few seconds, Claude returned to his normal state and continued to complain to Sergeant Henry, "Sergeant Henry, you cops will have a lot of maintenance work to do afterwards. Your men have dug up almost all of my garden. The lawn in front of the yard was dug like ploughed farmland. You're obviously tearing my private villa apart bit by bit!"

Before Sheriff Henry could reply, Claude shouted, "Oops——! I saw your men with workers carrying jackhammers into my basement!

Sergeant Henry glanced at his subordinates who led the construction workers into the basement, his expression was grim, and he turned his head to stare at Claude again: "Mr. Claude, are you really not worried? ”

Claude snorted coldly and said, "Sergeant Henry, I find that what you say is getting less and less level. Are you tempting me? If you talk nonsense, beware of me suing you for slander!"

Sergeant Henry pulled out a Cuban cigar, lit it, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for this time!"

Claude glanced at Sergeant Henry contemptuously and sneered, "What if you can't find it?"

Sergeant Henry was full of confidence: "The corpse can only be in this courtyard! There are only two intersections from your house to the outside street, and there are only two intersections on the left and right, and video surveillance is installed at those intersections, and your wife Alice has not stepped out of the intersection since the moment she disappeared! Mr. Claude, can you explain where your wife has gone? Did she disappear out of thin air?"

After a pause, Sergeant Henry continued, "There is no suitable place to dump the body outside of your yard, there are streets all there. The only explanation is that you killed your wife Alice and buried her body in your property. ”

Claude didn't seem to panic at all, and said calmly, "I've said it many times, Sheriff Henry, Alice left the house with a suitcase the day before she disappeared. ”

Sheriff Henry's eyes widened, obviously out of anger: "Nonsense! There is video surveillance at the exit, do you want to say that Alice will be stealthy?!"

Claude spread his hands and put on an innocent look: "Maybe the surveillance is broken? Besides, there are many supernatural events in this world, and I'm not God, how do I know why the surveillance didn't capture her?"

After saying this, Claude suddenly laughed, showing his gloomy teeth: "Sheriff Henry, do you think I look like a cannibal demon and Alice was eaten by me?"

Claude frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I don't need you to remind me of this, I have already investigated the nearby garbage station, and even the sewer of your house, but I have found nothing...... Unless you can eat her bones and hair together—"

"Haha, hahaha!" Claude laughed maniacally, looking at Sheriff Henry defiantly, "I suddenly thought you were too cute, Mr. Sheriff." ”

Henry glared at Claude fiercely and asked, "How big is your courtyard?"

Claude was stunned for a moment, quickly returned to his normal state, and said expertly, "75 feet wide, 220 feet long." I said, Mr. Sheriff, let's not be joking, do you know how many years I've worked hard to get the fertile soil in my yard? Your men have dug up the layer of raw soil, and now I can see black raw soil everywhere. ”

Sheriff Henry has been here since eight in the morning, and it's already two in the afternoon. The search has been going on for six hours and still nothing.

Sheriff Henry had been here three times before, and had turned the courtyard and rooms of the Claude house upside down without moving the earth, and found nothing.

This time, Sheriff Henry brings a team of municipal construction workers and begins digging around Claude's house - Sheriff Henry is sure that he will succeed in finding what he is looking for, the body of Claude's wife, Alice.

The video surveillance unmistakably locked the location of Alice's last activity at home, and she did not go out at all.

Unless something unnatural happens, Alice must still be at home - she must be a corpse, of course......

Sergeant Henry glanced at Claude and said meaningfully, "Mr. Claude, I'm afraid you have to worry about more than just the soil in the courtyard, right?"

Claude didn't answer, but looked to the backyard, where seven or eight more municipal workers, under the supervision of the police, had begun their excavation work and were turning the backyard into deep trenches......

Sergeant Henry looked at the workers and said coldly, "Mr. Claude, you must not doubt the intelligence of our policemen. This time we searched very thoroughly. We'll analyze the soot from your chimney, and we'll extract the ash from your fireplace. Any place and method that may destroy the corpse will be extracted and tested one by one. ”

After a pause, Sergeant Henry stared at Claude's eyes and said slowly: "Don't underestimate the technical strength of the criminal investigation laboratory, even if you burn Alice to ashes, we can find evidence from the ashes." ”

"Yes, I don't believe it, you ruined my fireplace, but fortunately I have a gas heater," Claude said, adjusting his throat and changing the subject, "I didn't murder my wife." In fact, I don't know where she is......"