"All the bones in their bodies were turned into powder."
"There are traces of corrosion on the face and body."
"The expressions at the end were very frightened and horrified."
Father Meng paused for a moment and then continued: "All the victims died in exactly the same way. They were obviously killed by the same murderer."
…
Xiao Xiao returned all the information to Father Meng.
Then he walked slowly around the scene.
However, due to the recent rainy weather, he found nothing.
The scent of earthy vegetation lingers on the nose.
…
Xiao Xiao turned around.
Meng Jixi looked at him with burning eyes.
Meng's father was naturally much calmer than Meng Jixi, but there was still a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"I want to see the victim's body."
Xiao Xiao said.
…
Father Meng agreed.
Now that he decided to ask Master Xiao to help, he would not look forward or backward.
Within the scope of his authority, Father Meng will do his best to provide convenience for Master Xiao.
Who knows whether the result will be good or bad before trying it?
He was willing to take a risk and trust the young Master Xiao in front of him.
…
"I want to see the body of the latest victim."
Xiao Xiao said to the forensic doctor.
That corpse is the one most likely to have the scent of the murderer.
The forensic doctor looked at Meng's father, saw Meng's father nodded, and said to Xiao Xiao: "Follow me."
…
The latest body was discovered this morning and is still in the autopsy room.
…
Zhao Yong, male, 32 years old.
Yesterday, I went to visit my parents in the suburbs. I happened to meet up with my childhood friend. I had a rare few drinks in the evening and stayed at my parents' house for a while to relieve the drunkenness.
Because he had to go to work the next day and received a call from his wife urging him to go home, he rejected his parents' suggestion to stay overnight and drove back to the city.
…
Zhao Yong's body was found beside the car.
Did Zhao Yong get out of the car on his own or because of the murderer? The police have not yet concluded.
…
After receiving the news, Zhao Yong's parents looked at their son covered in white cloth and did not even have the courage to uncover it.
Father Zhao's back suddenly bent.
Mother Zhao looked stunned and kept muttering to herself, "It would have been better if I had stayed with Ayong yesterday."
"It's so late, why didn't I keep my child here?"
"Ayong..."
…
Zhao Yong's friend also blamed himself. He felt that if he had not dragged Zhao Yong to have a few drinks with him yesterday, Zhao Yong would not have returned to the city late.
If Zhao Yong had returned to the city at the usual time when it was still bright, then Zhao Yong would not have encountered the murderer at all.
Looking at Father Zhao and Mother Zhao who could not accept the departure of their son, he did not even dare to comfort them.
…
Zhao Yong's wife suddenly collapsed after receiving the call.
Last night, she called her husband to ask why he hadn't come back yet, and her tone was not even very good, because the child was clamoring for his father and refused to sleep.
Today I was told that my husband would never come back?!
Is God kidding her?
Tears burst out of her eyes, especially after seeing her husband's miserable condition and screams of terror. She cried until she was out of breath.
...
The person lying in front of her, with a completely different face, is her husband who was still on the phone yesterday, the father of her child who is still in kindergarten, and the backbone of their family.
She and he were childhood sweethearts, there were quarrels and indifferences, but most of them were sweet.
They have gone all the way to this day, and their long love journey has finally come to fruition.
Now, they have their own jobs, they have the fruit of their own love, and their lives have just begun.
They were still looking forward to a bright future.
The man was talking about trying to raise their child to be a princess.
Now, she still remembers all the words, but the person is no longer there.
...
It's too much.
Her husband is obviously the most trustworthy person.
When he was a child, he said he wanted to marry her, but everyone thought it was a child's joke.
Others felt that the relationship between them had been too long, and that there should have been no passion for love between them, only a plain and warm family affection.
She had felt the same way when they were quarreling.
But where else could she find such a person, who knew all about her past, who knew herself better than she did, who pampered her to the point of being willful and arrogant, and who would always stand there waiting for her as long as she turned her head.
She agreed to his proposal.
Just as he had said when he was a child, he took her as his bride.
...
How could he just leave like that?
Obviously he would be waiting for her at the same place every time.
She even blamed him on their last phone call.
Tears flowed into my mouth, bitter and astringent.
How could such a good person leave so early and in such pain as she touched his corroded cheek tremblingly?
"Asshole, come back as soon as I ask you to come back?"
"It's so late and I'm drunk again. I wish I could just stay at my parents' house."
…
"Why are you late for work tomorrow?"
"Just take half a day off."
"Why are you driving back so late?"
…
"You should come back to me."
"I have been waiting for you at home, and our daughter has been clamoring for a father."
…
"How about you come back?"
"OK?"
…
The already dark and cold morgue could be heard hearing the cries and murmurs of family members, but it did not add any warmth of popularity, and instead made it feel even more chilly to the bones.
Day after day, it has been seven days in a row.
The originally quiet and eerie morgue was "busy" for seven days.
All investigators involved in the case were holding their breath.
They want to catch the murderer.
To comfort the spirits of the deceased in heaven.
It also provides comfort to the families of the victims.
…
Seeing a corpse with your own eyes is naturally a completely different feeling than looking at a photo.
It's like no matter how miserable the reality on TV is, through an LCD screen, there is a sense of detachment from watching the fire from the other side, and it has nothing to do with you.
Even if you shed tears, get angry, and feel emotional, how can you have the unforgettable feeling of being there in person?
…
It was the first time he saw a real corpse, and it was such a strong corpse. Xiao Xiao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, and his face turned slightly pale.
"How are you?"
The forensic doctor asked casually, with a heavy look of weariness on his brows.
He didn't quite understand what Father Meng's purpose was in bringing such a young man here?
Although he was puzzled, he didn't have the extra energy to care.
The corpses in the past few days had kept him busy, and the black and blue under his eyes almost turned into panda eyes.
Since Meng's father brought him here, he only needs to obey the orders of his superiors.
…
"I'm fine."
Xiao Xiao curled his lips.
Then he got a little closer to the body and frowned, not because of the hideous state of the body, but because of the corpse stench emitted by the body. He could smell it clearly even though he was wearing a mask.
He can't block his sense of smell.
Because, Xiao Xiao made a move, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, but his eyes were cold, he found it.
…
Although the stench of the corpse was overwhelming, he smelled a familiar smell from it.