I turned to Officer Xu and said, "Are you just going to stand there and watch these two shrews curse at me in my own home? Get out!"

The old lady was furious, "It's my son's house, why can't I come in?"

The old lady started throwing a tantrum, smashing my vase and cushions, crying out for Xue Ze. Ignoring the police's attempts to stop her, she smashed her way into the kitchen, casually opened the fridge, and seemed ready to cause more damage.

But when she saw what was inside, the old lady froze in shock, stood still in place, then suddenly let out a scream, collapsing in a heap.

Seeing this, my elder aunt hurried over. As she followed the old lady's gaze, she let out a braying sound, her face turning pale, her pants wet with urine, incoherently shouting to the police, "Quick, quick, someone's dead, my brother is dead!"

Officer Xu rushed over in three quick steps, his face draining of color as he took out a glass jar from the fridge.

The jar was transparent, and as he took it out, the glass body met the warm air and emitted a faint white vapor. Inside, three fingers were preserved in formalin, with a wedding ring on the ring finger.

Officer Xu's expression darkened as he sternly ordered the young police officer standing at the door, "Xiao Lin, immediately restrain Shen Baihe, don't let her escape."

Then, Officer Xu furrowed his brow and asked me, "Shen Baihe, are these Xue Ze's fingers in the jar? Where is he?"

Allowing Officer Lin to handcuff me, I suddenly chuckled and said to the old lady, "Mom, want some meat? It's stewed to a pulp, can make your teeth fall out."

The old lady let out a wail, lunging towards the pressure cooker, clutching it tightly, too scared to look inside, crying mournfully, "My son, you died so tragically!"

My elder aunt looked at me as if she had seen a ghost, trembling like a leaf, too terrified to move.

Officer Xu's brow furrowed deeply, even retching a few times, "Xiao Lin, take that pot of meat away too."