Chapter 8 The Melting Person (II)(2)

Just as I was glad to get rid of the odour on my hands, one morning, I received a call from Master, “Follow me to the police station, the identity of the corpse has been found.”
Soon, I followed Master and drove to the Fifth Street Police Station. In the reception room, a young man drooped his head and sat on a stool powerlessly.
 “On May 8th this year, the man came to our police station to report that his wife might have been attacked and then disappeared. Today we found him, showed him the clothes photos of the corpse, checked the basic information of the deceased, very consistent. Relevant identifying tests are being tested. The question of the source of the corpse should be confirmed.” The captain of the criminal police team introduced him.

 “Young man, tell us about it.” Master asked the man.
 “More than two months ago, Zora and I went to talk in the woods in the east of the city.” The man murmured.
 “You mean the small woods 500 meters away east of the dump?” Asked Master.
 “Yes.”
 “It’s deserted, and there’s no one nearby for miles. What are you doing there?”
 “We…We had a little emotional tangle and wanted to find a place where nobody’s there.”