Kellen looked at the female corpse in front of him. The body was cut open from the middle and all the internal organs were removed.

Then it was heavily salted, at least with a whole bag of salt, so much so that the body was covered with a sticky white layer.

Susie had never seen anything like this before. She held onto Kellen tightly, her small face pressed against his neck, and whispered, "Daddy, what are these?"

Kellen pursed his lips and asked, "Do you know what bacon is?"

Susie shook her head.

"Bacon, also known as cured meat or salted meat, is commonly seen in the southern regions. People like to cure it before winter and before the Spring Festival.

They use a large amount of salt to pickle the meat, and then hang it under the eaves to dry for a period of time... In winter, bacon is not easy to spoil.

If it is properly preserved, it can last for about three years... That's why it is deeply loved by people in some regions."

Susie remained silent.

Meat can last for three years?

Kellen continued, "The killer should take inspiration from bacon and used a large amount of salt to pickle the female corpse, and then seal it in a plastic bag for preservation."

Unfortunately, humans are not bacon and it's impossible to hang a corpse under the eaves to dry. So even if it was processed well, it still emitted a foul odor.

"It's already pretty good. Judging from the odor, the female corpse has been dead for about two months."

It was impressive that it took this long for the odor to become noticeable. (This is just the author's speculation, and they are not sure how long meat can last. Please don't nitpick.)

A young intern or something like that was assisting the medical examiner. After hearing Kellen's words, the person was visibly disturbed. From then on, they developed a great psychological shadow over bacon...

Kellen saw this and checked the time. It was already 5,30.

"Let's go, let's go home." He carried Susie and walked out quickly.

The traffic control office probably started work around 7 or 8 o'clock. If they didn't leave now, he and Susie would be caught riding a motorcycle. As the sky began to brighten, Kellen's big motorcycle roared down the road, attracting a lot of attention.

There was a small figure wearing a pink helmet huddled in front of the big motorcycle, creating a strong contrast with the overall style.

The motorcycle stopped at a storefront not far from the Murray family's home. Kellen casually threw the key to his assistant and led Susie back home.

Assistant remained silent.

He is just an emotionless tool.

Kellen found a random wall and was preparing to help Susie climb over it when the phone rang.

Martin's voice sounded restrained and irritable, "Aren't you back yet?!" Kellen replied, "Uh, I'm already on the wall."

Martin remained silent. Kellen said, "Just tell the old woman that you just saw me taking Susie out."

Martin remained silent again.

Kellen looked for Susie and saw the old woman walking towards him with a murderous expression.

He suppressed his anger and said, "The old woman is coming." He hung up the phone. Kellen looked down at Susie sitting on the wall, who was excitedly exclaiming, "Wow, it's so high!"

Kellen put his phone in his pocket and hushed her, "Be quiet." He hugged Susie and jumped off the high wall.

Then he instructed her, "Be good, we'll walk back later." Susie asked, "Why?" Kellen said, "You'll know later. If Grandma Chloe asks, don't say anything, just look at Daddy."

Although she didn't understand, she followed her father's bad example.

As she walked backwards, she looked back several times and almost fell on her butt. Just then, an angry voice shouted, "Kellen!"

Kellen picked up Susie and said, "Let's go!" He pretended to run a few steps.

Mrs. Alana searched around and saw Kellen with Susie.

She didn't know they were walking backwards and thought they were sneaking out. When she heard her voice, Kellen pretended to run a few more steps with Susie.

The old woman chased after them with a broom. "Stop!" Kellen turned around and rubbed his nose, "Uh...we got caught." Mrs. Hallie's brow furrowed, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Where are you going early in the morning?"

Kellen was about to speak, but was interrupted by the old woman, "I didn't ask you, Susie, you tell me!" Innocently blinking her eyes, Susie looked at her father.

Daddy said not to say anything. But...the little girl lowered her head and said obediently, "Grandma Chloe, please don't be angry..." Mrs. Alana couldn't bear to scold her when she saw her innocent expression and looked at Kellen.

Kellen rubbed his nose again and said, "It's nothing, just taking Susie out for a walk."

Mrs. Alana sneered, "You couldn't go out through the front door?" Kellen said, "Uh...I forgot." Mrs. Alana said, remained silent. Do you think I believe you? She pointed to the lawn outside the door and said, "Go over there! Do 2,000 push-ups!" Kellen said, remained silent.

Although he easily did a thousand push-ups, the change in quantity caused a change in quality, and two thousand was still a bit too much...

The old woman was really harsh.

Kellen looked at Susie, blinked one eye, indicating that she didn't have to worry, and went over to start doing push-ups.

Mrs. Alana took Susie into the dining room and asked seriously, "Susie, tell the truth, where is your dad taking you? Is he going to climb over the wall?"

Oh no, tomorrow I'll mix some broken glass into the cement on the wall.

But on second thought, what if Kellen still climbs over the wall even with broken glass? Wouldn't he get hurt?

The old woman was really worried.

Then she heard the little one purse her lips and say, "Grandma Chloe, yesterday when I went to see Megan with my dad, we were hit by a woman riding an electric bike."

Mrs. Alana immediately asked, "Are you okay? How did it happen? You didn't tell Grandma Chloe yesterday!"

Susie obediently replied, "I really forgot about it!"

Mrs. Alana was speechless for a moment. "What happened next? Did that woman ask your dad for compensation?"

Susie shook her head, "No, she hit us, and my dad didn't pursue it."

Mrs. Alana snorted.

Susie said, "The key point is that the woman had a ghost by her side who wanted to harm her, so I asked my dad to take me out."

The little one wasn't afraid of Grandma Chloe getting angry, she just knew that Grandma Chloe was worried.

So, she told the truth honestly.

Mrs. Alana was speechless for a moment and didn't ask any further.

"Let's eat!" she said helplessly.

Susie was about to continue, but Grandma Chloe didn't ask any more questions, so she just opened her mouth.

Martin came over and picked her up. "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and then we'll eat."

Susie nodded, "Okay."

Mrs. Alana nagged, "You still have to be punished for doing something wrong. You were thinking about sneaking out all night and didn't have any buns to eat this morning."

Susie looked pitifully at Grandma Chloe, "Grandma Chloe..."

Mrs. Alana paused, "If you say there aren't any, there aren't any. Calling me Grandma Chloe won't change that."

Susie lay on Martin's shoulder, "Is there soy milk?"

Mrs. Alana said sternly, "No."

Susie asked, "What about small cakes?"

Mrs. Alana replied, "No."

Susie said, remained silent.

Whimper, there's nothing to eat in the morning!

Looking at the pitiful little one, Mrs. Alana almost gave in, but she resisted.

During this period of time, Susie's favorite was milk-flavored buns, which were the hardest to give up.

But...principles cannot be shaken...

Mrs. Alana looked up and ordered, "Ada, make steamed buns for Susie today."

Ada said, "Huh?"

She heard what the old woman just said.

Mrs. Alana emphasized, "Steamed buns are not buns."

Ada remained silent.

Okay, if you say it's not, then it's not.