A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

Squeak....

The gates of hell have opened once more.

Liu Yuanshan paused at the door for only a second before stepping inside.

Having weathered decades of storms and bullets, what kind of scenes haven't I seen?

But when he saw the scene inside the room, the muscles on his usually calm face twitched uncontrollably.

The floor inside the room was completely soaked with dark red and black blood. The congealed blood plasma mixed with the soil, emitting a nauseating stench.

In the center of the room, a male body was bound to a wooden stake that served as a roof beam.

Let's call it the body for now.

He was completely naked, with thick hemp ropes digging tightly into his flesh.

Almost no part of his body was unscathed; it was covered in bruises, cuts from sharp objects, and charred marks from branding irons.

The genitals were severed at the root, and the wound had turned black.

The two lower legs were twisted outward at an odd angle, and the bones were clearly shattered by repeated blows from heavy objects.

All ten fingers were severed.

Their fingernails were also ripped off while they were still alive, falling scattered among the surrounding bloodstains.

The most shocking thing was his abdomen.

Several rusty iron nails were driven directly into the flesh around the navel.

His head hung limply, leaving only two dark eye sockets on his face.

The eyeballs were gouged out.

There was a large hole in his chest, and his heart had been ripped out.

Not far from the pillar, a woman was lying on an old square wooden dining table.

She also met a tragic end.

But compared to the man, the torture she suffered seemed much "merciful".

She was simply nailed to the tabletop with dozens of steel nails, her limbs and body firmly pinned to the surface.

It appears that he died from excessive blood loss amidst extreme pain and fear.

Liu Yuanshan only took ten seconds to forcefully suppress his surging blood and qi.

He didn't turn around, but simply stretched out his hand behind him, his voice hoarse.

"Long tweezers."

"Master, let me do it."

Qi Feng had entered at some point, his face as cold as ice. He held a pair of long tweezers in his hand, carefully making his way around the debris on the ground.

He did not start "My Eyes Are a Ruler".

He had tried it before at the entrance; as soon as his view changed, all he saw were densely packed red squares and arrows, with so many clues that any person with trypophobia would die on the spot.

Wu, the head of the trace evidence department, took a deep breath, raised his DSLR camera, and the flash went off one after another in the dimly lit room, recording every detail of this hell on earth.

Yan, the forensic doctor from the municipal bureau, along with two young assistants, put on double gloves and began a preliminary examination of the body.

Ten minutes later, forensic doctor Yan straightened up, took off the outermost layer of gloves stained with blood, walked up to Fan Liang, and spoke in a calm voice.

"The time of death was three to five days ago. For a more accurate assessment, we need to take them back for liver temperature and rigor mortis analysis. But one thing is certain: all the injuries on the two victims were sustained before they died. They were tortured to death while fully conscious."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Forensic Doctor Yan." Fan Liang's voice was a little hoarse.

The initial forensic work was completed, and the body was carefully placed into a body bag.

Next, it's time for trace evidence examination.

Qi Feng and Section Chief Wu entered the core area of ​​the site one after the other.

The room was cluttered and contained too many items; each item could be evidence or a distraction.

The two searched, photographed, and extracted items inch by inch, almost down to the centimeter.

It took them more than three hours, with two breaks to catch their breath, before they finally collected all the visible traces and evidence.

"Leave a small team to cordon off the scene and maintain a 24-hour watch!" Fan Liang ordered the officers behind him. "The rest of you, return to the city police station!"

The main force began to evacuate.

On the way back, the atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

The young police officers who were stopped on the perimeter could now guess what was going on inside from the ashen faces of their senior officers.

Before leaving, a few of the bolder ones, taking advantage of the fact that the bodies had already been removed, sneaked in for a peek.

Just one glance.

The stench of blood and corpses, which couldn't dissipate even with the doors and windows open, mixed with the shocking dark red hues on the walls and floors, instantly shattered their psychological defenses.

Several people rushed out of the house, leaned against a tree, and vomited violently, becoming completely disoriented.

From then on, no one dared to approach that wooden door.

.......

By the time we got back to the city, it was already broad daylight.

Downstairs at the guesthouse, Qi Feng looked at Lin Haitang's bloodless face, then glanced at his silent master beside him, whose brows were furrowed with exhaustion, before going directly to Fan Liang.

"Captain Fan, I need to ask for leave to take my master and Haitang back to rest."

Fan Liang nodded, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Qi Feng first escorted Liu Yuanshan back to his room.

The old man, unusually, didn't say much, but simply asked Qi Feng to go downstairs to the convenience store and buy a bottle of the strongest Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Without any snacks to go with the drinks, the old man drank two large cups of wine with just a bag of peanuts, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

After driving through the mountains all night and experiencing that kind of scene, even the strongest person couldn't withstand it.

After settling his master in, Qi Feng returned to his and Lin Haitang's room.

As soon as he entered, he saw Lin Haitang curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees, her body still trembling slightly.

Qi Feng didn't say a word, walked over, bent down and picked her up horizontally, heading straight for the bathroom.

He turned on the tap, filled the bathtub with boiling water, and then, holding Lin Haitang who was still wearing wet clothes, sat down with her.

The warm water enveloped the icy body, dispelling the chill that had seeped into the bones.

Neither of them spoke.

Qi Feng simply held her, letting her bury her face in his chest, trembling silently and suppressedly.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Haitang's body gradually relaxed.

The two changed into clean pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Having not slept all night, both my mind and body were already at their limits. After taking a hot bath, a strong feeling of drowsiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

In less than a minute, the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

However, even in her deep sleep, Lin Haitang's hand remained gripping Qi Feng's wrist tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, her knuckles white, unwilling to let go.