Helen sat by the bed, listening to the "snap" of the rain hitting the window. Just as she was about to turn off the lamp by the bed, she suddenly heard the sound of the wind blowing the door open. The door opened and closed with the swaying wind, "bang bang."

If the door rang like this again, it would be impossible for her to sleep. She sighed, put on a nightgown, and stood up, her thin nightgown stretched tightly.

She was well-proportioned, in her thirties, and a beautiful woman.

She went out of the bedroom, walked past the kitchen, and left the door open. When she reached the porch, she saw the pouring rain outside, and couldn't help but hesitate.

If only her husband was home at this time, he wouldn't let her do it!

She mustered up her courage and ran down the narrow aisle. Her thin nightgown was beaten by the cold rain, and her whole body was shaking with cold. She fumbled for the switch, trying to turn on the light.

She turned around, looking for something to rely on. Suddenly, she wanted to scream, but before she could scream, she fell to the ground...

Steve had been sheriff of the small town for almost 30 years. It was the first time he had encountered such a major homicide.

Now he was thinking about how to handle the case, and he stood at the workbench and thought. He had no experience with this kind of case, and had only heard some knowledge in his early school years, when he was still studying at the police academy. Maybe he should hand over the case and hand it over to someone else. He thought so. He could borrow people from other places first, from the homicide squad of the city police department. Then try to use his seven people, if the homicide squad fails to investigate, these seven people will act again.

He leaned against the workbench and looked at a blood-stained iron pipe exposed by two skylights. A two-foot-long iron pipe was stained with blood at one end and cut off the other. A police officer standing at the end of the workbench was carefully busy at the crime scene with brushes, powders and sprays. Sheriff Steve turned to the man and said, "Wayne, when you're done, take this iron pipe to the city and ask someone in the laboratory to test the blood type on it."

Wayne nodded at him. The sheriff turned around and walked out the door.

The victim's name was Helen, a housewife, and her husband's name was Benjamin. At present, he was still in G City, which was a hundred miles away in the south. Steve ordered his men to call the G City Police Department and ask them to contact Mr. Benjamin and tell him about this misfortune. The camera crew that followed came over, took some pictures and left. The deceased was taken to the hospital morgue by the doctor who came with the ambulance.

At this time, from the steps of the house opposite, a young police officer with a notepad came down, and Sheriff Steve waved at him. He did not wait for the sheriff to ask, but reported directly: "Sheriff, I have asked people on both sides of this street. Until now, no suspicious people have been found."

The sheriff frowned and said, "The situation is similar to what I guessed, but the search will continue. Dick, go to the house that lives in the back and check. Then report to me, I'm in the office."

Next door, a man and a woman walked out. They heard a noise behind them, and at the same time they looked back and saw the woman holding a dog in her hand.

Sergeant Steve and Dick went over to greet the couple, and the man said in a low voice, "My name is Edgar, and this is my wife. I saw your police car and ambulance, something must have happened?"

Sergeant Steve introduced himself first, then Dick. Then he said to them, "Well, Mrs. Benjamin died last night, did you find anything unusual last night?"

Edgar whistled and then said, "She's dead? That's terrible! It's a shame, her death is our loss. She's a sight here, I mean you should know! She's so beautiful." His voice was like a taste of her beauty, and the sheriff seemed to be able to see him licking his mouth.

"She was. Do you know her?" Sergeant Steve said.

Edgar was taken aback and repeated the sheriff's words: "Been!"

Mrs. Edgar said disapprovingly: "She's not the same as us, so we don't know each other at all. Her husband was always traveling, and as for her, she threw herself at every man in the neighborhood and ran around every day. I wonder why she didn't die sooner."

"Mrs Edgar, 'every man'? Do you know who they are?"

"Sergeant Steve, to be honest, I've never seen her with any man. But I know that as long as she's here, no man is innocent. Of course, we didn't hear anything special."

Edgar added: "If nothing else, we'll go for a walk with the dog. Billy walks every day and sticks to a regular route."

The sheriff didn't say anything, and they turned and left. Before leaving, Edgar said, "Sheriff, my wife may be right about what she said just now. Although I have nothing to do with her personally, her husband often scolds her, maybe his husband knows something."

Sheriff Steve looked at the backs of the couple, who were very out of proportion. The man was handsome, but he was short, and he could be seen from head to toe that he was deliberately grooming himself. His wife, who was a few inches taller than him, had dull hair, a wrinkled face, and was slovenly dressed.

After returning to the police station, the duty officer informed Steve that the police in G City had contacted the victim's husband, Benjamin, and informed him that the unfortunate Benjamin was on his way home.

Sergeant Steve thought to himself that he was in G City at that time, so he could see Benjamin's reaction with his own eyes.

He was in his office, going through some papers. He didn't have enough people here, so he had to handle them himself. At this time, Dick came in and reported to him: "The neighbors in the back said they didn't hear anything or see anything. The deceased was all right, saying that she always liked to wear super shorts, but only in her own house. Maybe only the Edgars saw her... I also brought two people, a mother and his son Schubert. I heard about Schubert from their neighbors. He was not smart and stayed at Benjamin's house every day. I went to the other street where he lived and found him, and his mother is coming too. Now, let them in?"

Sergeant Steve nodded.

A mother and son were brought in by Dick. The woman looked thin and dry. His son was tall and fat, and neither officer was as tall as him. His small eyes were on his fat face, and he was winking uneasily at this time, looking around at the two policemen.

The young man grinned at the sheriff and said, "Hello." He had a hat in his hand, which kept falling to the ground as if it were unsteady.

The sheriff looked at him. Such a tall young man made a voice like a child's voice, a very thin voice, full of trust and friendliness.