Charled's face turned red, then he hopped on the spot, "William Cole, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"What do you mean I couldn't wait to confess? You owe me an explanation for today's incident, or we're not done!"
William Cole remained as calm as ever, speaking placidly, "Don't worry, soon you'll be thoroughly convinced of your own demise."
Mrs. Cole frowned, "William, what's going on?"
"What do you know?"
William Cole smiled, "Godmother, actually I know nothing. It's just from the scene here that I've inferred a few things."
"What have you discerned this time?" Mrs. Cole asked, skeptical.
William Cole walked straight up to Allen's corpse, slowly squatted down, turned Allen over, and ripped open his clothes to reveal a knife wound on his chest, clearly visible.
Pointing to the knife wound on Allen's chest, William Cole asked the crowd, "What do you notice about this wound?"
"Eh... This wound, it's peculiar," a doctor spoke up, baffled.
