Chapter 50

Now, locating other body parts to confirm the victim’s identity and identifying the primary crime scene is the top priority! After reporting his current findings to Deputy Director Zhao Xiaodong, who was directing the scene, Luo Fei assigned Gu Changzheng, Hu Jinquan, and other criminal investigators into four teams to search the border area between Jiangdong and Qinghe County for additional burial sites.

The remaining personnel, under Luo Fei’s leadership, continued searching the scene for any other possible traces. A silent battle had begun in the cold winter night…

Let us rewind to that night two days earlier. Eager and impatient, Xiao Fang rode his motorcycle with Du Meisha, and they arrived quickly at the industrial zone, which was still suburban in the early 1990s.

Xiao Fang assumed Du Meisha would take him back to her dormitory at No. 1 Cotton Mill, but as they neared the mill, Du Meisha, sitting behind him on the motorcycle, said: “Xiao Fang, don’t go straight at the next intersection—turn right. I rent a place in Luojiaying.”

Xiao Fang knew this area had once been suburban; in recent years, many factories had sprung up, bringing activity, yet numerous residential houses still remained—convenient for young workers who disliked collective dormitories, as renting private rooms was very common. So he obeyed Du Meisha without hesitation, even feeling more excited inside—wouldn’t this give him a better chance today?

As he fantasized about things he couldn’t describe, the motorcycle had already stopped in front of an ordinary private house.

After dismounting, Du Meisha looked at Xiao Fang with a shy expression: “Xiao Fang, thank you today! My place is a bit messy—would you mind coming in for a cup of tea? It’s just my way of thanking you for dinner and bringing me home.”

Xiao Fang would never pass up this opportunity. He immediately replied: “Don’t be silly—how could a beautiful girl like you have a messy home? Besides, my clear soup was a bit too salty tonight—could I possibly have a cup of tea from a beauty’s house?”

His gaze toward Du Meisha seemed to stretch into threads; his body slowly leaned closer.

Du Meisha opened her wide, innocent eyes and said: “Oh? You’re really thirsty? Then come in and have some tea!”

With that, her cheeks flushed red, and she turned to walk inside. Xiao Fang, unable to wait, followed right behind her!

He didn’t notice at all that this house seemed to be occupied only by Du Meisha herself!

Du Meisha’s room appeared to be only about twenty square meters, but it wasn’t messy as she claimed—it was actually very clean! Xiao Fang smiled and praised: “Shasha, if this is called messy, then there’s no such thing as a clean home!”

Du Meisha let out a soft chuckle and handed him a cartoon-shaped ceramic cup. Inside wasn’t hot tea—it was a cola!

“I don’t drink tea. Have some cola.”

At this moment, Xiao Fang didn’t care what he drank. He no longer concealed his intentions, staring hungrily at Du Meisha’s full figure and grinning: “Shasha, anything you give me tastes good!” He reached out to embrace her.

Du Meisha giggled, sidestepping effortlessly to avoid his hand. “Then drink it! Didn’t you say you were thirsty?”

“Hehe! Cola won’t quench my thirst—only you can!” He leaned in again.

This time, Du Meisha didn’t dodge. Instead, she extended her index finger and pressed it against his forehead, pouting: “You won’t even take a sip of the cola I poured for you? I’m going to be angry!”

Her coquettish expression sent Xiao Fang’s senses reeling. He picked up the cup and gulped down more than half of it. Then he set the cup down and moved to embrace Du Meisha, aiming to kiss her.

Before his lips could reach her, he felt as if a pair of powerful hands had seized his throat—his breathing choked off instantly, his body collapsing toward the floor. Before him, Du Meisha’s previously tender face had transformed into a cold, cruel expression. She reached out, tested his nostrils, and a sneer curled at her lips.

Du Meisha smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes caused by Xiao Fang, clapped her hands, and said coldly: “Done. Come in.” Xiao Fang, still barely conscious, saw the door open—and a man’s feet, clad in high-top leather boots and work pants, appeared before his eyes. He tried to see the man’s face, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier…

“This guy had a red motorcycle—brand new. Take it out of town and dispose of it. Search his body—he had a lot of cash in his wallet,” Du Meisha told the man who entered.

“Alan, didn’t let him get any advantage over you, did you?” the man asked.

“Hmph. If I didn’t want him to, could a fool like him ever touch me? This guy just walked straight into his own death. Hurry up and find the money—the motorcycle must be moved tonight; it’s too risky during the day!”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it now—same old routine for him?” The man pointed at the fallen Xiao Fang.

“Same old routine. Get rid of him fast. The longer this stinking man stays in my place, the more he’ll stink it up!”

The man chuckled: “Alright, alright, my dear mistress—I’ll drag him away right away. I’ll deal with the bike first, then come back for him. Let’s keep him in the fridge tonight!”

“Hurry up! I’m going back to rest. Tomorrow, after we sell the bike, we’ll go to the provincial capital for a few days!” She kicked the body on the ground: “Don’t blame me—blame your own lust! If you hadn’t walked into this house just now… damn, you were meant to die. That’s your fate!”

After stepping outside, she hurried westward. This private house faced the street; its ground floor had been converted into storefronts, all rented out—mostly for selling vegetables and meat. One sign read: “He’s Pork.”

The next evening, the neon lights of the dance halls on Yue Ma Street still illuminated half the sky; cars and pedestrians flowed along the street—another decadent night had begun. Yet no one noticed that Xiao Fang, who had once been a familiar figure in every dance hall, was now gone.

The dancing on Yue Ma Street continued. The same dramas played out as always.

He Zhongjun, the owner of He’s Pork, had finished his day’s business. He pulled four frozen, hard black plastic bags from the meat freezer, loaded them onto his usual delivery tricycle, and rode off.

He followed the main road of the industrial zone—Minzhu Road—toward Qinghe County. When he reached a small forest bordering Qinghe County and saw no one around, he steered the tricycle into the trees, lifted one bag, grabbed the shovel he kept with the vehicle, and disappeared deep into the woods. Over half an hour passed before he returned with the shovel, glanced around to confirm no one was watching, then rode on. Along the way, he changed locations four times, burying each bag in a separate spot.

Having finished everything, he calmly rode his tricycle back, slowly and unhurriedly…

On Yue Ma Street, in Lu Hua Dance Hall, it was that intoxicatingly tender moment again—a pure, beautiful girl rested her head shyly on the shoulder of a portly middle-aged man…