The next day, Xiao Zhao disappeared.

No matter how I knocked on the door upstairs, no one answered; I made countless phone calls but no one picked up.

I was somewhat flustered, feeling as if my plan had been seen through.

At this moment, I suddenly felt goosebumps spreading all over my body, as if something was wrapping around me.

When I got home, my husband hadn't come back from work yet, and my son had gone to kindergarten.

I planned to wash my hair in the bathroom, and just as I turned on the shower, a few strands of hair at the drain caught my attention.

There wasn't much hair, but it blocked half of the drain.

The hair was long and blond, not my undyed black hair.

There were also some faint dark red stains on the wall over there.

My hands started trembling for a moment. For some reason, I thought of Xiao Zhao's hair, which had a similar color.

……

In the evening, my husband came home with a plastic bag. Even before opening it, there was a strong smell of blood.

My husband saw me and smiled at me, a smell of mud and water emanating from him.

The mixed smell of mud and blood made me almost vomit.

I noticed that my son hadn't come back.

I asked him, "Didn't you pick up our son after school today?"

He said, "His grandma missed him and picked him up after school. It's just the two of us tonight."

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, lifted the bag in his hand high, and brought it close to my face.

"I bought pork ribs, I'll make rib soup for you tonight."

I've never seen such stinky pork bones before, and I frowned deeply.

"It's from a wild boar, very fresh. I saw them kill it."

At dinner, my husband devoured the meat as if he had lost his mind, looking very ferocious.

I've only seen this kind of almost fanatical excitement when he was violent.

My wrist felt stiff, and the pork rib in my chopsticks felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I couldn't bring it down. I finally put it down.

My husband noticed, but instead of giving me the original piece, he seemingly carefully selected another piece for me.

I didn't eat it.

For some reason, I remembered what my son had told me: "Mom, Dad wants to kill you."

Afraid of my husband noticing, I slipped the strange-smelling meat into my pocket.

At night, while my husband was taking a shower, I was scrolling through the news.

Suddenly, I saw the local TV channel reporting in the evening news:

"Several young women aged 20-30 living alone in the city have gone missing recently... We urge all women to be vigilant in their daily lives..."