Walking along the village road not far from the Xiao Family's house, there were barely any people around, as most villagers had gone to do their work, or had gathered at the Zhu Family's place to watch the excitement.
Su Qingyue said, "Third brother, set me down, I have something to tell you."
Xiao Yuchuan put her down on the ground and stretched out his hand to smooth the hair by her temples blown askew by the wind.
Looking into his dark, shiny eyes, she did not want to hide the truth from him. "Third brother, I really did kill someone."
Xiao Yuchuan fell silent for a moment. It was impossible for Zhu Daqi to have been killed by his wife. The murder case she had just solved was flawless, with clear evidence and proof.
After a short while, he said, "You killed Qian Duotian."
He already knew that Qian Zhang's husband, Qian Duotian, had died exactly when his wife had come back to seek help for him.
Doctor Sun from the village could not determine the cause of death.
