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The rain poured down, and there were very few pedestrians on the road.
Liang Qu had to stop several people clad in straw raincoats before he got some clue about the identity of the deceased.
Initially, the pedestrians were startled by the sight of the human head, stuttering as they spoke, but their words flowed more smoothly as they continued.
"It's Old Zhao, he has a donkey cart. He always brags about his treasured donkey, claiming it's tougher than a mule and more robust than a strong horse.
In the past, he mainly lived by delivering charcoal every day, and it was the same after he came to Yixing Town.
I heard that now he occasionally sells a few fish because he doesn't have to pay for the stall fee, so his prices are a bit cheaper than others, and he's been living quite well."
"Are you certain?"
The pedestrian hesitated, suppressing his fear, took another few looks at the head, and nodded vigorously.
