Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue were sitting in the car with the lights on to help provide illumination for Peng Sijue who was conducting an autopsy outside. In the silent night, the sound of wounds being probed was a bit eerie, but Chen Shi didn’t want to turn on the radio because he was thinking.

"Rice... Disappearance... Homicide..." Chen Shi muttered, "Is there any mystery in the rice?"

"We’ve both asked each other this many times." Lin Dongxue smiled bitterly.

"Yes, we can't figure it out ourselves, and it's impossible for the local police who went to the scene to know. I have re-examined everything, and I think the disappearance has nothing to do with rice."

"What does it have to do with then?"

"The rice collectors have been avoiding us, indicating that they don’t want to deal with the police....