As mid-September enters the city of Beijing, the first cooling down in Beijing.

The weather became cooler and the temperature difference became larger, and it was less than ten 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 would cough up blood.

Pretending to be sick. This trick has been tried and done, and it is simply his killer move.

"Look at you, you are so weak, how can you find a girlfriend in the future?" Wu Cuo deliberately mocked him.

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes, "There is no woman here, who do I force me to show you? Are you? Forget it, I don't expect to force you."

...

Here, Yan Ruyu was in great pain because of the cold weather, thinking about ways to be late and leave early all day long.

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

The owner of Chenji Mutton Noodle Soup Shop is one of them.

When the weather is cold, people want to eat hot. The business in the store is many times better than in summer. From morning to night, there are endless diners.

Just opened early that morning, chef Wu Chang'an boiled the old soup according to the usual practice.

The big pot that holds old soup is larger than an ordinary bathtub. Half pot of soup, half pot of lamb bones, and many Chinese medicinal materials. Making milky white soup is the favorite of diners.

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

The pot is too big and is taller than a person when it is placed on the stove, so Wu Chang'an has to stand on a bench 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 sheep bones in the pot, sending back a solid feel.

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

He thought he was wrong because there were only hard sheep bones in the pot and the meat on the bones had been shaved. How could it be soft?

He stirred the place with a spoon again.

This time, Wu Changan was sure that the soft touch was definitely not groundless.

"Damn!" he whispered, "Who fucked the rag in the pot again? Don't want to do it anymore?"

When Wu Chang'an got angry, everyone in the kitchen stopped talking from helping the kitchen to washing dishes to the boss who came to help early in the morning.

Everyone knows that even the boss wants to respect the master.

The master knocked on the soup pot twice with a spoon, making a clanging sound. After expressing his dissatisfaction, he took it in the pot again.

With the spoons together, the master couldn't help but say "Hmm?"

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

"What?"

He blew a breath and blew away the heat, then he saw a large piece of meat hooked on the spoon.

White, very tender flesh, rectangular, about 30 cm long and nearly 20 cm wide.

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

Wu Changan had been fighting with the sheep for a lifetime. As long as he had to taste or touch any piece of mutton, he could tell where the meat was taken from the sheep with his eyes closed.

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

Even if he got closer and looked carefully, he still couldn't see it.

"This..." He looked around blankly.

The boss lady also noticed something abnormal, climbed up to a bench, looked at the things on the spoon.

"People!...everyone!" After shouting, the boss rolled his eyes and fainted.

The people in the kitchen were busy, pinching the people, carrying them, and making first aid calls... Only Wu Chang'an was stirring the pot with a spoon.

"Head! Head!"

Finally, Wu Chang'an also shouted, and the screams overwhelmed all the noise in the house.

...

The first group of serious cases arrived at the Chenji Mutton Noodle Soup Shop at 8 o'clock in the morning. It was the time for office workers to go out for breakfast. Many diners stopped in a hurry, watched the cordon for a while, and hurriedly integrated into the abortion of work.

As soon as the forensic doctor Xu Xinger entered the kitchen, he focused on the big pot of soup.

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

Xu Xinger took a spoon and snatched it a few times from time to time. On the ground, a child's body had been pieced together into a human form.

The head, torso, limbs were found, and it was cooked too badly, with one hand and one foot and countless fingers and toes falling off the joints.

Xu Xinger handed the colander to the forensic assistant, and observed the body himself.

He first looked carefully at the location of the limbs and the torso of the body, then the position of the neck, and concluded: "There is no trace of cutting, the child was put into the pot. Just now, the master took the spoon and took the spoon to the trunk part..." Xu Xinger turned the torso part over and pointed to a semicircular scar on his back and said, "This is left by the spoon."

Then, Xu Xinger pointed to the broken mouth at his neck and said, "The flesh here has traces of tearing, and a piece of flesh on his back is connected to the bottom of his head. Because the meat was cooked too much when the torso was picked up, the neck could not resist the weight of the head, so it was torn off."

The master, who had recovered from his senses, answered: "That's right! When I pulled my body up, I did feel a lightening of my hand, as if something had broken and fell into the pot."

Yan Ruyu frowned and asked, "It was complete when putting the pot... In this way, is it possible that the child was... thrown into the pot alive?"

When he asked this, everyone present took a breath. If that was the case, the murderer would be too cruel.

Xu Xinger frowned and said, "The body is not in good condition and is cooked too badly. If you want to determine whether you are alive or dead when putting it in the pot, you have to take it back for further examination, but..." Xu Xinger glanced at the high stove and then looked at Wu Cuo.

Wu Cuo understood his sign and took the conversation and said, "What can be confirmed now is that the child must not have fallen into the pot by himself.

The pot and the oil tank at the gas station are in the same shape, high and deep, and are more than one meter high. Such a child, not to mention climbing onto the stool, even if he climbs onto the stove, he will not fall into the pot. There is only one possibility that he can enter the pot: someone throws it in."

Yan Ruyu nodded, "There is no doubt that the child is in the pot, but his clothes and shoes are not there. If it falls in, would he take off his clothes before falling in?"

The three of them were discussing, but someone shouted, "Hey! I woke up! The boss lady woke up!"

As soon as the boss woke up, he rushed into the kitchen crying and shouting. Regardless of the auxiliary police who stopped her, he shouted: "Xiaoyu! You died so miserably! Who harmed you?!...How can I explain to your mother!...You should come back to life! Take a look at your aunt again..."

Hearing her shouting, Minghui rushed to the front, held her and asked, "Did you recognize the deceased? Are you his aunt?"

The boss's wife had already cried and only nodded.

"Who did it? I was so conscientious!...How can I explain to the child's mother..."

After the boss's wife became more emotionally stable, she finally told what she knew.
Chapter completed!