A silvery white bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an explosion-like roar that woke up the night of first sleep. The dark night sky, like a huge net, is about to cover everything.

The wind ravaged the earth, howling desolate like a running wolf. Everywhere there was a stream of water falling from the sky, like a sword piercing the ground violently. The tall shadows of the trees swayed from side to side, as if they were about to turn to one side and fall to the ground......

The sound of a viscous and noisy torrential rain and the furious and ferocious thunder converged into the roar of the night.

In the bustling city, the lights outside the window are dim, but there are no hurried pedestrians. Zhuang Ling lay alone on the bed at home, looking at the pouring rain outside the window, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He feared that the scene of the crime would be destroyed by the storm, and the case was already confusing.

So, he wrapped himself in a raincoat and drove to Yinxi Town. There were no pedestrians along the way, and no one dared to meet the approaching storm. There were only a few cars, all desperately rushing in the direction of home. Only his line is different.

Yinxi Town is dark again. You can faintly hear the sound of rain hitting the roof tiles. The ground was full of dirt.

Zhuang Ling walked towards the temple with a flashlight, and a faint light illuminated his path.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound. The voice gradually became clearer, and it clearly stopped in the temple.

The door of the temple was opened, and a beam of light shot out from inside. In the rain, a black shadow suddenly floated in front of Zhuang Ling's eyes.

Zhuang Ling remained vigilant, prepared to attack, and walked in gently.

The light was suddenly gone.

Zhuang Ling searched around with a flashlight. When he looked at the Buddha statue, Zhuang Ling saw a pair of hands showing from behind the Buddha statue, and the hands were obviously women's

He drew his gun and approached the Buddha statue step by step.

The light shone on the face of the man who was hiding.

"Ah......h

"Xiaoyue, why are you? How did you get here? Zhuang Ling was relieved to see that it was Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue, who was frightened, heard the voice of Officer Zhuang and shone a flashlight on his face. "Officer Zhuang, scared me to death, why are you?"

"I was afraid that the storm would destroy the scene of the crime, so I hurried over."

"Officer Zhuang, so am I. I have read the information of this case, and I would like to assist you as well. But I couldn't find the way to this town, so I stumbled into this temple by mistake, and then I heard footsteps, and I thought it was the murderer coming. ”

"Xiaoyue, don't run out alone to investigate the case in the future, you are still inexperienced and unsafe. Next, you must follow me closely. ”

"yes, okay."

Zhuang Ling wanted to take Xiao Yue to the place where the clay pots were placed.

First came to Li Fu's house. The patterns carved on the clay pots awaken their memories.

"Isn't that pattern, not behind that part of the photo yesterday?" Xiao Yue's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"yes, exactly the same. You can ask Sun Hongfei tomorrow, he should know. ”

There was a footprint in front of the door, and Zhuang Ling was sure that he didn't have this footprint when he came last time. In other words, someone has been here again after Zhuang Ling left.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Ling took Xiao Yue to several other places where clay pots were placed. Because of the rain, the mud has turned into thin mud, and the traces of the rain boots are completely invisible. The coagulated blood is melted by the blood and mixed with the sludge.

The last place is the vegetable patch.

Each clay pot is engraved with that mysterious pattern.

The rain washed away the dirt around the clay pot, and something like paper was faintly visible.

"Xiao Yue, help lift the clay pot away."

The clay pot was removed.

"There's a letter in there! Thanks to this storm. ”

The envelope was already wet all around, but you could still make out the handwriting in the middle, which read: "...... Zhiyuan, although you are not our biological son......"

"It turns out that Li Zhiyuan is not the biological son of Li Fu and Liu Mei, so he is more likely to be a murderer."

Zhuang Ling and Xiao Yue moved a few clay pots in the other mud field, digging up the soil below, and there was a letter hidden, but it was all wet by the rain, and the handwriting was blurred.

"It depends on whether there is a letter under the clay pot in Li Fu's house."