Today is Zhuang Ling and Xia Man's wedding anniversary. Zhuang Ling, who was on the night shift, was walking home alone, he had already prepared a gift for Xia Man, and he was extremely excited when he thought of Xia Man's excitement after receiving the gift.

Unexpectedly, a phone call came, and he had to go back to the police station. There are new cases again.

"Shaman, I'm sorry, I'm going to work, we'll ...... when I'm done with this case"

Before Zhuang Ling could finish speaking, Xia Man interrupted him, she was a little disappointed and angry: "Okay, I know, you can go." Then he hung up the phone.

Zhuang Ling felt a little sorry, he had always missed his wedding anniversary because of work for more than ten years of marriage, and he wanted to celebrate it today, but the result was ...... He carried a gift for his wife and returned to the police station in a lost place.

"Officer Zhuang, there was a homicide at No. 108 Yinxi Town, and it was an old man who called the police."

"I know, send someone with me!"

Zhuang Ling put the loss just now behind him, and immediately entered the state of work, at this time he only had the passion for work.

It was a small town in the middle of nowhere, and there was a bumpy old road on the way. Twenty minutes later, Zhuang Ling led the task force to the scene of the crime. I saw two old men supporting each other and crying bitterly at the door. Because it is located outside the city, the temperature here is several degrees lower than in the city, and the cold wind is howling, and the eyes are full of sadness.

"Lock down the scene immediately!"

Zhuang Ling gently patted the shoulders of the two old men, and every time he encountered such a sad scene, he expressed his sympathy with it.

"Did anyone report the crime?"

"Me." Sun Hongfei cried for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Were you the first to arrive at the scene of the crime?"

"Yes." Sun Hongfei nodded.

After the forensic doctor conducted the initial examination and took pictures, Zhuang Ling walked into the room. The large clay pot caught his attention, and as he approached it, a foul stench came over his nose. The clay pot contained bones soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid. The bones were cut into pieces exactly the size of the can. The clay pot can't hold a complete human body, obviously, this is only a part, where is the part?

There were no bloodstained footprints at the scene, no traces of being turned over, and the robbery was ruled out, which was supposed to be a murder. Zhuang Ling had seen such a cruel killing method more than ten years ago. There were no suspicious clues at the scene except for the clay pot, and the criminals had extremely high anti-detection capabilities.

The identity of the deceased has not yet been determined, and the autopsy report is awaited.

After Zhuang Ling closed the team, he came to Sun Hongfei's house.

"What time did you notice something unusual?"

"At four o'clock in the morning tonight, I was awakened by the sound of broken tiles. A few minutes later, I went to close the window and heard the sound of broken tiles again. Then I happened to see through the window that the lights of Li Fu's house were still on, and I also heard the quarrel, and I felt that something was wrong. At half past five, I came to the door of Li Fu's house, pushed open the door and saw that scene. ”

Zhuang Ling recorded carefully, not letting go of any detail.

"There are only 100 people in our town, we live a quiet life, everyone knows each other and trusts each other, no one expected this to happen, and I don't know what happened to Lao Li and his wife." "Will the criminals ever come back?" Sun Hongfei's eyes revealed fear.

"Don't worry, we'll send someone to protect you. We will find out the killer as soon as possible. ”

Zhuang Ling drove away in the police car, and at this time he just wanted to know the autopsy results quickly. No useful clues were found, and this is another tricky case.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning, and it was already getting lighter. Along the way, I saw the figure of roses selling on the roadside. Today is Valentine's Day, and the streets are full of loving couples looking forward to this happy day.

Zhuang Ling thought of his lonely wife at home again, coupled with the thorniness of the case, his brows were furrowed, and thousands of frustrated emotional factors poured into his heart......