"There are a few critical moments in time."
Zhou Xuan raised the wind lamp high, illuminating Li Chengfeng's face, and asked: "Old Li, at what time, exactly, did you slay 'Hunger'?"
"Nine ten in the evening."
"Are you certain?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"Absolutely certain. Qing Feng is the City God's Second Master. He's meticulous by nature. After we slew Hunger, he took out the City God's Record and precisely noted down the time of the kill."
Li Chengfeng answered methodically.
Zhou Xuan asked again: "What time did you leave the guesthouse?"
"After killing Hunger, I lit the lantern, which delayed us by two to three minutes. We left the guesthouse just before nine fifteen."
"Before nine fifteen, did any of you leave the guesthouse?"
"Who would dare? We stayed in the guesthouse the whole time. Lao Yun can testify."
Li Chengfeng sensed Zhou Xuan's mistrust and brought up Yun Ziliang as proof.
"Indeed, no one went out. I was there too," Yun Ziliang chimed in.
