Human flesh was found in the kitchen of Xian Ji Ice House, dozens of barbecued pork buns that had not yet been put on the steamer, 18 barbecued pork buns in 6 stacks of steamers that had already been steamed, barbecued pork that had already been made but not yet diced and stuffed, etc.

After in-depth testing by the Forensic Bureau, it was found that they were all human...

"The pork stall owner confirmed that starting this week, the person who came to buy meat from him was Xian Ji's apprentice Huang Xiangjie. Before November 17, sometimes it was Da Jiao Qiang who came to buy meat, and sometimes it was the apprentice Jie Zai who came to buy meat. On the 18th, no one came to Xian Ji to buy pork. From the 19th onwards, only Jie Zai went to buy meat, and the pork stall owner and everyone at the market have never seen Da Jiao Qiang and his wife again."

After Liu Jiaming finished taking the diners' statements, he rushed to the nearby market and pork stall where Xian Ji purchased its goods to take statements, and reported to Jiayi as soon as he returned.

"The preliminary determination is that the date of disappearance of Da Jiaoqiang and his wife is November 18." After watching Liu Jiaming record this sentence, Jiayi asked:

"Has Mr. Guo from the Public Relations Department sent anyone?"

"We have just communicated with the police station. Mr. Guo led a team and the forensic officer Mr. Xu's car. Inspector Wagner has already communicated the general situation of this case to the inspectors of other departments." Liu Jiaming nodded in response.

"Okay." Jiayi stood at the door of the back kitchen and saw Uncle Jiu coming in. She raised her eyebrows and looked over.

"Neighbors all say that Da Jiao Qiang and his wife get along well with their apprentice Huang Xiangjie. Huang Xiangjie is honest, capable, and obedient. Da Jiao Qiang and his wife are very satisfied with him."

Uncle Jiu met Jia Yi's eyes and knew what she meant. He hurried forward and summarized the confessions he had collected one by one:

"Huang Xiangjie does not have any special bad interpersonal relationships, nor does he have bad habits such as alcoholism and gambling.

"The owner of the grocery store next door said that Da Jiao Qiang seemed to have some troubles a while ago, and it seemed to be related to Huang Xiangjie, but he didn't know what it was specifically.

"Neighbors said they had not heard that Mr. and Mrs. Big Foot Qiang were going to immigrate, and their daughter is currently studying at the University of Hong Kong, so they would not immigrate at this time.

" "...After the 17th or 18th, neighbors have not seen Mr. and Mrs. Big Foot Qiang again. People in this street are generally close, and many people are not sure if their memories are wrong."

"Okay, Uncle Jiu, please ask the telecommunications department to check all incoming and outgoing calls to Xian Ji Ice House from the 17th...16th." Jiayi pointed to the landline phone on the counter in the front hall.

"No problem, madam." Uncle Jiu smiled slightly, turned around and walked out of the main room. He didn't dare to breathe heavily in this ice house, and he always felt that it was full of gloom. The smells that used to whet his appetite, now became unbearable.

Being sent out to investigate something is better than staying in that room to inspect.

He quickened his pace as if escaping, without even turning his head.

Liu Jiaming turned around and saw Diane, a laboratory technician, picking out all the meat from every table in the front hall and putting them into evidence bags. I felt my stomach churning, so I turned around and rushed out of the main room, stretching my head and taking a deep breath.

At this moment, the exhaust fumes from the cars on the road smelled good.

In the room, Jiayi watched Liu Jiaming rush out and didn't call him again.

Today's case was really horrifying and disgusting. Those with short reflexes felt their chests churning at the first moment, such as Xu Shaowei, who immediately took a defensive and disgusted posture after learning about it. It was normal for someone with a long reflex like Liu Jiaming to suddenly get excited at this moment.

Everyone needs to digest and calm down.

…

Brother Guangming in the kitchen wiped his sweat, endured the emotional turmoil and physical and mental discomfort, and put all the body parts and problematic evidence in evidence bags of different sizes and placed them on the chopping board.

From today on, everyone has to clean their body and mind. I'm afraid that even a bath can't get rid of the shivering smell in the kitchen. I'm afraid they will have to sweat and burn incense to drive away the bad luck.

The laboratory technicians all looked gloomy and were quick and nimble. They wanted to sort out all the body parts and give them to each other before the forensic officer Xu Junhao arrived.

"No head, no bones and limbs, no skin..." Brother Da Guangming frowned and searched all the harvest on the chopping board.

Jiayi then sent Liu Jiaming to mobilize the sewer workers to investigate whether Huang Xiangjie threw other body parts into the sewer.

Brother Da Guangming called the police station and mobilized other forensic technicians to investigate the garbage trucks and garbage plants in the street of Xian Ji Ice House.

After all the tasks were assigned, Jiayi finally took a deep breath, walked away from the doorstep of the back kitchen and the front hall, walked into the kitchen, and faced all the body parts on the chopping board.

The flow image came as expected, Jiayi's hands turned cold, and the whole person was pulled into the dark room that made her physically and mentally uncomfortable-the hell that belonged to the victims.

...

an airtight and stuffy environment, with no windows or doors to let in light.

Did the murderer seal the doors and windows with wooden boards and iron sheets to create a dark iron cage that no one can get out of or in?

Is it really as cold as an ice cave here, or is it because life is slipping away? Does the chill that one feels as if they are in it really exist?

Jiayi is in a dark environment, and all she sees are images that have been "edited" into segments. Although the pictures are not coherent, the feeling The victim's feelings were consistent and continued to exist.

A ray of dark light suddenly came from somewhere, and the complete darkness became hazy, but she could finally see something vaguely.

The first thing she saw was the bones being removed with only the hands, feet and head remaining.

The victim screamed in fear, but it was difficult to speak, let alone let out a high-pitched howl.

She wanted to move, but didn't know whether to throw herself on the pile of bones, or run away from it and hide further away.

She struggled to lift her eyelids and looked into the farther corner.

The light dimmed everything she could see, and the dark dust shrouded a girl who was curled up with her knees hugged. The youthful vigor of the past was gone. The girl was in tattered clothes, covered with dirt and scars. She lay against the corner of the wall, shivering from time to time, or having a nervous twitch...

The originally lifeless victim suddenly went crazy. The deep desire increased her pain and fear. Her chest made a whirring sound like a worn-out bellows, and it seemed to be spitting water. From time to time, there were two loud "clicks", making people suspect that she would suffocate to death in the next moment. However,

she was still stubborn and breathed hard. Her hands, which had been unable to move just now, pulled hard, trying to get closer to her daughter even an inch with the last bit of energy in her body.

The speechless mouth uttered sorrowful sobs, as if trying to alert her daughter, or as if accusing and angry. Tears blurred her vision, and everything that was already hazy seemed to be washed away by a flood, making it even harder to recognize.

She tried to kick her feet to push her body closer to her daughter, but she could no longer feel her legs and feet.

The fragments flashed, and the screen went dark and bright. She didn't know how much time had passed.

A sturdy man appeared in the dark room. Compared to the victim's broken and weak body, he was particularly lively. He kicked away the skeleton between the victim and his daughter, and squatted in front of the victim.

Jiayi saw his face. It was Huang Xiangjie who had a particularly honest smile when entertaining diners in Xianji Ice House.

At this moment, his face was cold, and the crazy and fierce light in his eyes made his originally ordinary face as terrifying as a Rakshasa. He suddenly grabbed the victim's hair and smashed her head to the ground...

The picture of the heart flow image collapsed again, and the gray world and the dark world alternated.

Jiayi saw Huang Xiangjie swearing, but she couldn't hear what he was saying;

she saw Huang Xiangjie approaching the girl who was curled up in the corner. The girl kicked and screamed in fear, but she was only beaten and kicked more violently;

she saw the victim was extremely angry and wanted to get closer to her daughter more frantically, but she also felt a strong dizziness and powerlessness...

After that, the dark pictures in the flow image became more and more, and the clear images became more and more fragmented.

Jiayi opened her eyes wide to see more, but it was in vain.

She didn't realize that her extreme desire to know the truth made her breathing become rapid, her chest rose and fell violently, and there was only one belief in her mind:

continue to watch and sink into more flow images.

The boss and his wife's only daughter is still alive! At the time of the flow image, there are still survivors under the knife of the murderer!

She needs the forensic officer Sir Xu, she needs to know the time of death of Da Jiao Qiang's wife! If the boss's wife died at a close time, then the only daughter's chance of survival will be very high. But if the boss's wife has actually been dead for a long time...

Taking a deep breath, Jiayi's eyes moved from one body to another, wanting to see more images in order to piece together a more complete murder process. Her

mood was always hanging. She wanted to muster up the courage to see, but she was also worried about seeing the death image of the only daughter. The muscle in her brain was tense, she clenched her teeth, forgot everything around her, and only had:

look! Look! Look! Look more!

Until someone patted her arm hard and called her name in a low but clear voice:

"Yi Shazhan! Yi Jiayi! Jiayi!" Jiayi

took a breath suddenly, and shuddered violently, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or something else, before she came out of the flow image.

Her vision went from blurry to solid, and she turned her head tremblingly, meeting Xu Junhao's gentle and rosy face. In his eyes full of warmth and concern, Jiayi took a hot bath, her body temperature returned, and her reason recovered.

She tried to control her emotions and consciously slowed down her breathing. When she felt herself stabilized, she spoke in a deep voice:

"Sir Xu, please, I need to know the time of death of the deceased."

Xu Junhao took back the hand that he had grasped to call back Jiayi, who was wandering away. He stared at her eager eyes for a few seconds before turning his head to look at the bodies of different sizes and in bad condition.

Jiayi wanted to know the time of death of the victim...

He pursed his lips, and the hand he had put in his trouser pocket to show off clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again. The other hand that had just shaken Jiayi's hand, he clenched the bunny tail tied behind his head for work, let out a long breath, nodded vigorously at Jiayi, walked towards the body, and whispered:

"OK."