As I sniffed, I started to feel a bit irritated.

I stared at the load-bearing wall emitting the smell, thinking it couldn't be an issue with the putty powder.

Of course, my judgment was based on intuition.

I picked up the newly bought fruit knife, originally intended for cutting watermelon, and scraped off all the putty powder from the part above the load-bearing wall.

Then I saw the cement surface underneath the paint, leaned in to sniff desperately, feeling more and more depressed.

The smell was so strong!

Could there be something inside the wall?

I carefully examined the wall of the load-bearing wall, and poked it with the tip of the fruit knife.

Perhaps I poked too hard, as I ended up poking the fruit knife into the wall.

Instinctively, I pulled it out forcefully, causing the wall to crack open, startling me to jump back.

Oh no, if the wall cracks open, wouldn't this building become unsafe?

I can't afford that!

What should I do? If only I hadn't touched this wall.

Load-bearing wall! I must have been so full that I used a fruit knife to poke it.

Wait a minute! Since it's a load-bearing wall, how could it be pierced by a fruit knife? The quality of this building is worrying! It's not my problem at all!

I was feeling a bit confused.

However, at that moment, I smelled a scent that terrified me.

When I was young, there was a wake in the village, I saw an old person lying in the coffin for a few days, and eventually, the smell started to get a bit foul before they were buried by their family.

The smell I'm smelling now is the smell of a dead person.

I'm very certain.

So, I called the police, telling them it would be best to come in plainclothes because I was afraid I might have smelled it wrong and caused a misunderstanding.

Although I was very clear in my mind that I couldn't be wrong, I was worried about any other possible situation.

The police arrived, two detectives came, both in plainclothes.

They wore masks and swiftly closed the door after entering.

"Is it this wall?"

One of the officers named Ding asked me.

"Yes! The smell is coming from here."

I pointed to the wall.

Officer Ding put on special gloves, then took out a dagger and slashed the wall.

Instantly, a black plastic bag containing something fell down.

"What's that?"

Officer Li walked over, took out a gray sealed small bag from inside the load-bearing wall, about the size of a palm.

"Powder!"

Officer Ding seemed somewhat excited.

"This is a big case."

Officer Li was even more excited, taking out his phone to prepare to inform someone.

"But the smell is coming from this."

I pointed to the black plastic bag that had fallen on the ground.

When Officer Ding just said "powder," I instantly understood what it meant.

The load-bearing wall was stuffed with gray small sealed bags, all filled with powder, probably around ten kilograms.

Indeed, it was a big case.

But this big case must be intertwined with other cases.

I saw Officer Ding bend down and open the black plastic bag, revealing something dark inside.

"It's a human head, processed."

Officer Ding squatted down, examining it carefully.

Oh my goodness!

I had been living with a human head for over a month.

Who would believe it if I said it? Not even my ancestors would believe it.

My legs were trembling, I was so scared.

I felt like vomiting, dizzy.

After that, Officers Ding and Li took me to the police station.