Zhou Dazhi remained calm and said, "What an imposing figure you are, sir."
He steadied his mind, exuding the authority befitting the head of a family, and stepped forward to question, "Just as well, I need to ask if you killed my father?"
"Why would I kill the village chief?" Shen Qing denied firmly and said with a hint of meaning, "Without evidence, do not speak recklessly. Otherwise, it might lead to trouble."
"You still deny it. Who else but you?" Zhou Dazhi said harshly.
Shen Qing asked, "I'm curious, why do you all suspect me? Couldn't it have been a demon?"
"Impossible. It must have been you who killed my father!" Zhou Dazhi asserted, "You, as a dispatcher, killed a court official, breaking the law, deserving of even greater punishment."
Shen Qing laughed.
The bystanders, who had gathered out of curiosity, had not dispersed; they slowly gathered around, watching them with interest, whispering among themselves.
