Very soon, the farce of exhuming the corpse ended, and the villagers were buzzing with discussion:
"I heard Gouwa murdered someone?"
"That's right, it was him. The police have already found the evidence."
"I never thought Gouwa, who seemed so honest, would actually be a murderer behind our backs."
"He even wrote about the murder process in his diary and kept a shoe of the woman he killed. What a pervert!"
"Ah, you only know a person's face, not their heart."
In Liu Qiang's farmhouse, Yun Qi was taking a nap as usual. Just waking up, their little face was flushed. Their big eyes were misty, making them look like a well-behaved doll.
Liu Qiang ran over excitedly, "Little Master, you're truly amazing. Officer Zheng has found the murderer of my wife, but that person is already dead..."
The old lady walked out from inside the house, "Really? I want to see."
