Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The next morning, the farmer’s body was found.

News soon spread throughout the village.

Everyone gathered in the wheat fields, even those who usually woke up late.

Village Chief Qiao looked at the twisted body on the ground, frowned, and said nothing.

He was smoking an old-fashioned pipe in his mouth.

It had been decades since anyone had died in the village.

In Qiao’s memory, the last time someone died, it was due to a quarrel.

But it wasn’t intentional. It was an accident.

The village had always been very safe and everyone got along well.

But this time, it was different.

John had died a horrible death.

Looking at his twisted face, the villagers found it hard to imagine what happened to John before he died.

“Has the police been notified about this?” Qiao turned around and asked.

“Yes, the police said that our village is relatively remote and will only arrive in half an hour.”

The old village chief nodded and turned around again to look at the body.

The village chief had lived for so many years and was knowledgeable.

At the same time, he had been a police officer when he was younger, so he had some experience.

Although he had retired for several years, he still did not feel any discomfort after seeing the body, let alone panic.

His steadiness was practically carved into his bones.

“There are three bloody holes on John’s body, and the murder weapon looks like a pitchfork.

“Thomas, go to every house and check everyone’s farm tools.

“Remember to check them carefully.”

The young Thomas was slightly stunned when he heard the old village chief’s order, but he still nodded and quickly ran to the village.

Immediately, a dissatisfied voice came from the crowd:

“Qiao, what do you mean? Are you suspecting us?”

“Do you still think you’re the police? You have no right to search our personal belongings!”

Hearing these words, the village chief looked at the crowd, his old eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.

Just being looked at by Qiao automatically made people nervous.

“You guys, don’t tell me you have a guilty conscience?”

Qiao looked at the crowd and said in a low voice.

Although this kind of “If you don’t want to be checked means you have a guilty conscience” statement was somewhat overbearing, but under Qiao’s aura, it was indeed effective.

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The few people who had just spoken in the crowd immediately shrank their necks and did not dare to speak anymore.

Seeing this, the old village chief did not continue to dwell on this topic. Instead, he looked at John’s corpse and analyzed it.

“The lividity hasn’t reached its final stages yet. This means that John’s time of death was within 12 hours.

“If an outsider had the intention to murder John, it’s absolutely impossible to predict which path John would take to return.

“Similarly, it would be very unnatural to carry farm tools on the wheat fields of our village.

“Therefore, the person who killed John was most likely a villager.”

Qiao took a puff of his cigarette, held the pipe in his hand, and squatted next to the body.

“The degree of stiffness of the body also tells us the time since John’s death.

“This means that my judgment should not be wrong.”

After saying that, Qiao frowned and turned to look at everyone:

“Think about it. If you have a murderer by your side, and his methods were extremely cruel. As for the police, they will only be here for at least half an hour.

“Can you all still stay here in peace?”

After Qiao finished speaking, the villagers all looked at each other in dismay. Their eyes were filled with watchfulness and suspicion.

Right now, they all looked like murderers.

No one could be trusted.

At this moment, someone frowned and asked,

“Qiao, did you just mention that the methods were cruel?