"Officer Zhuang, the autopsy report has come out, the deceased's name is Li Fu, and he is seventy years old this year. His wife's name is Liu Mei. They also have a son who works in other places and hasn't been home for three years. The deceased was chopped up with a machete and stuffed into a clay pot, then soaked in concentrated sulphuric acid, and no fingerprints could be found. ”

"Who is so cruel to be so cruel to a seventy-year-old man." Zhuang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes revealing the determination to find the murderer.

Zhuang Ling convened an emergency meeting.

"Okay, let's get started. I received a murder at half past five today, the deceased's name is Li Fu, and this is his personal information. According to the confession of his neighbor Sun Hongfei, the time of death should have been between five and half past five. "Information team, did you find any other eyewitnesses when you visited the town's residents?" Zhuang Ling hoped to get some clues from their investigation.

"Officer Zhuang, we have not found any other witnesses. But from the residents, we learned that Li Fu and his wife Liu often quarreled during the day over trivial matters. ”

"Then our main task at the moment is to find Liu Mei. One more team went with me to the scene of the crime. ”

"Officer Zhuang, how to deal with that drunk driving accident and shooting?"

"Give it to Officer Liu. Meeting! ”

Zhuang Ling had no clue about this case, so he went back the same way and came to that town.

This case spread in the town, rumors were spreading, what evil ghosts were asking for their lives, and so on.

Zhuang Ling stepped into the scene of the crime, there was no trace of drag on the grass in front of the door, the murderer should not have entered through the gate, but why was the door not locked?

It is a living room of about 50 square meters, with two bedrooms side by side on the right side of the living room and a small garden on the left with some side dishes.

Zhuang Ling squatted down, looking for clues on the ground.

On the balcony, Zhuang Ling found a white hair.

Zhuang Ling opened the door to one of the bedrooms. There was a quilt on the bed, and a cabinet full of old people's clothes. This should be the room of the two old men, and there is a group photo on the bedside table, it is Li Fu and his wife, and it should be their son in the middle, but why is the head torn off. Li Fu carved the clay pot, and a box in the cabinet was filled with carving tools.

The pair of lady's mud-stained rain boots under the bed caught Zhuang Ling's attention, which should have belonged to Li Fu's wife, Liu Mei. Judging by the hardness and softness of the soil, she must have just been in the mud. Where did Liu Mei go? Her husband has never seen her since his accident.

Could it be that this is just an ordinary family dispute, there was a conflict between Li Fu and Liu Mei, Liu Mei killed Li Fu, and then fled by herself.

The other bedroom was empty, with nothing but a spotless bed and an empty wardrobe. It's a room that no one has stayed in for a long time, but it's cleaned often.

Zhuang Ling came to Sun Hongfei's house again.

After learning that the deceased was Li Fu, they were heartbroken.

Zhuang Ling also became sad when he saw the old man's painful appearance, "Do you know where Li Fu's wife Liu Mei is?" ”

"I don't know, we haven't seen her since the incident. Could it be that something happened to her too? ”

"We've sent someone to look for her, and we hope nothing happens to her." "Do they have any enemies?"

"They always love to help others and get along well with everyone, how can there be enemies." Sun Hongfei was a little disgusted by the question raised by Zhuang Ling.

Zhuang Ling came to the window where he could see Li Fu's house. Just as he was pondering, he saw a house next to Li Fu's house. That house was completely different from the architectural style of the town's house. The houses in the town are all tiled houses, but the house is indeed a boxy cement house.

"What kind of house is that?" Zhuang Ling asked Sun Hongfei suspiciously.

"That's the house we used to put our clay pots. I made pottery, and then Li Fu carved the flowers, and the finished clay pots were stored in that house. ”

Zhuang Ling felt that something was wrong with the house, so he hurriedly went downstairs and came to the front of the house......