The forensic doctor tested DNA and compared the samples and found that the owner of the white hair was Li Fu's wife, Liu Mei. A microscope observes small white globules at the roots of the hair. These are small white balls that appear only after the hair is pulled hard.

Liu Mei may have had an accident.

Zhuang Ling pushed open the door of the house and turned on the light.

The dim light sprinkled on the neatly arranged clay pots, but there were a few vacant places, which seemed so abrupt. Because the ground was covered with dust, there were traces of pulleys. These clay pots are supposed to be moved by carts. One of them was supposed to be a clay pot containing Li Fu's body. Where did the other clay pots go?

But when I went out, the slip marks were not visible. At this time, Zhuang Ling suddenly thought of the pair of mud-stained women's rain boots.

Where is the mud nearby?

Zhuang Ling found Sun Hongfei and led him to the river.

Because of the dampness, the muddy ground by the river is covered with moss, and if you step into it, you will leave deep marks.

Sure enough, deep slip marks and shoe prints were left on the muddy ground. The shoe print was exactly the same size as the women's rain boots of Li Fu's family. Zhuang Ling finally found a clue, and he was once again ignited with the passion to find the murderer. Progressing along the slip marks, the slip marks stopped when they suddenly left the muddy ground. But the moss left its mark.

The moss imprint changes from deep to shallow and gradually disappears.

It's a gloomy bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves have long been unable to resist the cold and have fallen into the land.

In the cold winter wind, the dead branches beat the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound, like the roar of a demon.

In the dense bamboo forest, if you don't pay attention, you can get lost.

Zhuang Ling once again followed the slip mark.

Suddenly, black blood appeared on the ground, and a clay pot appeared in front of his eyes. The clay pot was still full of bones, and it was the horrible picture again.

Zhuang Ling called a forensic doctor.

The wait is long.

The autopsy results showed that this was part of the body of Li Fu's wife, Liu Mei. The corpse spots did not fade when pressed, and the deceased had been dead for more than 24 hours. The forensic man's tweezers picked up the maggots on the corpse. The growth process of flies is generally that the eggs hatch into larvae, the larvae pupate, and the pupa grows into newborn flies. Flies like to lay eggs in holes or wounds on carcasses. The maggots on the face of the corpse are all milky white, and judging from the length of the maggots, they only have a maximum growth time of three days. This time is about the same as the one found in Li Fu's body.

It's just that Liu Mei's bones were not soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, and the murderer's hatred for Liu Mei may not have been deep for Li Fushen, and it also left some clues that could be used.

The deceased's head had dents that had been hit. The bone under the wounds on each bone was damaged, which was probably caused by a cut mark and repeated slashes with a sharp object. The deceased is supposed to have been knocked unconscious and then dismembered.

The bones were still wrapped in tattered clothes. The clothes worn by the deceased were pajamas, which were supposed to be committed by acquaintances.

Following the slip marks again, another clay pot reappeared. The bones were soaked in concentrated sulphuric acid.

As expected, this is another part of Li Fu's bones. It has long been unrecognizable, and the blood has turned from red to black.

The slip marks have gradually become lighter, indicating that the cart is getting lighter and lighter, and there are fewer and fewer clay pots on the cart.

Continue to follow the slip marks and walk out of the bamboo forest.

But on the concrete floor, the slip marks are gone.

Zhuang Ling dialed the phone number of the police station and immediately sent someone to search for whether there were still scattered clay pots in the town.

At this time, Zhuang Ling was exhausted, he returned to the police car, sorted out the clues he had found in his mind, but slowly fell asleep............