In mid-September, Keihoku City ushered in its first cooling temperature.

The weather is getting cooler, and the temperature difference is getting bigger, and it is less than 10 degrees in the morning and evening. Yan Ruyu turned on the air conditioner early, and the room was as hot as a steamer.

Every time Wu Cuo wanted to turn off the air conditioner, Yan Ruyu coughed up blood.

Malinger. This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, and it is simply his killer feature.

"Look at you, if you are weak like this, how will you find a girlfriend in the future?" Wu Cuo deliberately mocked him.

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes, "There are no women here, who should I force to show them?" You? Forget it, I didn't expect to be stronger than you. ”

……

Here, Yan Ruyu was in pain because of the cold, thinking about how to arrive late and leave early all day long.

On the other hand, some people were happy because it was cold.

The owner of Shen Kee's mutton noodle soup shop is one of them.

When the weather is cold, people want to eat hot, and the business in the store is many times better than in summer, and there is an endless stream of diners from morning to night.

It just opened early in the morning, and Chef Wu Changan boiled the old soup according to the usual practice.

The big pot of old soup is a little bigger than an ordinary bathtub, half a pot of soup, half a pot of mutton bones, and many Chinese medicinal herbs, boiling out a milky white soup, which is the favorite of diners.

Many old diners who know how to eat ask for a bowl of mutton vermicelli soup, which can add soup three times, and eat until they sweat profusely.

The pot is too big, and it is taller than a person on the stove, so Wu Changan has to stand on a stool to get the mouth of the pot.

He held a large spoon in his hand and stirred it in the soup pot from time to time.

The spoon touches the lamb bone inside the pot and sends back a solid feel.

Suddenly, Wu Changan felt that the spoon had touched something soft.

He thought that his feeling was wrong, because there were only hard sheep bones in the pot, and the flesh on the bones had already been shaved, how could it be soft?

He stirred the spoon again at the place where he had been.

This time, Wu Changan was sure that the soft feel was by no means groundless.

"!" He scolded in a low voice, "Who the hell dropped the rag in the pot again?" Don't want to do it?! ”

Wu Changan became angry, and everyone in the back kitchen, from the kitchen assistant to the dishwashing aunt to the proprietress who came to help early in the morning, stopped talking.

Everyone knows that even the boss has to respect the master for a few points.

The master knocked twice on the soup pot with a spoon, making a clattering sound, and after expressing his dissatisfaction, he fished it in the pot again.

Spoons together, the master can't help but "Huh? "Yes.

The pot was steaming, so that the master could not see it very clearly. He just felt that the things that were scooped up were heavy, and the sheep bones that he had cooked with his own hands would never be so heavy.

"What's that?"

He blew a breath to blow the heat away, and only then did he see a large chunk of meat hooked on the spoon.

White-flowered, very delicate flesh, rectangular, about 30 cm long and nearly 20 cm wide.

The flesh was covered with bones, heavy, like the torso of some kind of animal.

Wu Changan has dealt with sheep all his life, and as long as he is allowed to taste two bites or touch a handful of mutton, he can tell where the meat is taken from the sheep with his eyes closed.

However, he couldn't see this piece of meat.

Even if he looked closer, he couldn't see it.

"This ......," he said, looking around blankly.

The proprietress also noticed the anomaly, climbed up the stool, and leaned over to look at the contents of the spoon.

"People! …… Everybody! After shouting this, the proprietress rolled her eyes and fainted.

Everyone in the back kitchen was in a hurry, pinching people, carrying people, and calling emergency numbers...... Only Wu Changan was stirring in the pot with a spoon.

"Head! Heads! ”

Finally, Wu Changan also screamed, and the scream overshadowed all the noise in the house.

……

The serious case team arrived at the Shen Ji mutton noodle soup shop at 8 o'clock in the morning. It was the time for office workers to go out for breakfast, and many diners hurriedly stopped, looked outside the police cordon for a few seconds, and hurriedly blended into the flow of people at work.

As soon as the forensic doctor Xu Xinger entered the back kitchen, he stared at the big pot of soup.

By this time, the soup pot had been lifted off the stove.

Xu Xinger took a spoon and fished a few times in it from time to time. On the ground, the corpse of a child had been pieced together into a human form.

The head, torso, and limbs were all found, so badly cooked, that one hand, one foot, and countless fingers and toes had fallen off from the joints.

Xu Xinger handed the spoon to the forensic assistant while he observed the corpse.

He first carefully looked at the position where the limbs of the corpse were connected to the torso, and then at the position of the neck, and concluded: "There are no cut marks, and the child was put into the pot whole." Just now, the master went down the spoon to fish, and the spoon fished out the torso......" Xu Xinger turned the torso part over, pointed to a semicircular scar on his back and said, "This is left by the spoon." ”

Then, Xu Xinger pointed to the broken wound on his neck and said: "The skin and flesh here are torn again, and there is a piece of flesh skin on the front chest under the head, because when the torso was scooped up, the meat was already cooked too badly, and the neck couldn't bear the weight of the head, so it was torn off." ”

The master who had come to his senses answered: "That's right, that's right! When I scooped it up, I did feel a light on my hand, as if something had broken off and fallen into the pot. ”

Yan Ruyu frowned and asked, "According to this, is it possible that the child is ...... Thrown into the pot alive? ”

When he asked, everyone present gasped. If that's the case, the killer would be too cruel.

Xu Xinger frowned and said: "The condition of the corpse is not very good, it is too badly cooked, if you want to determine the state when you put it in the pot, you have to bring it back for further examination, but ......" Xu Xinger glanced at the high stove, and then at Wu Cuo.

Wu Cuo understood his gesture, took over the conversation and said, "What can be confirmed now is that the child definitely didn't fall into the pot by himself."

This pot is the same shape as the oil tank at the gas station, high and deep, more than a meter high, such a big child, let alone climb on the stool, even if he climbs on the stove, it is impossible to fall into the pot, he enters the pot, there is only one possibility: someone threw it in. ”

Yan Ruyu nodded, "There is no doubt about it, the child is in the pot, but the clothes and shoes are not there, if it fell in, did he take off his clothes before falling in?" ”

The three of them were discussing, only to hear someone shouting, "Hey! Wake up, wake up! The hostess is awake! ”

As soon as the proprietress woke up, she rushed into the back kitchen crying and shouting, ignoring the assistant police who stopped her, and shouted: "Light rain! You're dying so miserably! Who harmed you?! …… How can I explain it to your mother! …… Come back to life! Let's take a second look at my aunt......"

Hearing her shout, Minghui hurriedly rushed to her, held her and asked, "Do you recognize the deceased?" Are you his aunt? ”

The proprietress had long been crying silently, and she only knew how to nod.

"Who did that? Lost conscience! …… How the am I going to explain it to the kids......"

When the proprietress was in a more stable mood, she finally told what she knew.