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"": "A thin wooden stick had been wedged between Zhou Xi's legs, piercing him through his private parts.
Luo Bin thought Zhou Bin's thing looked like a cucumber sliced into an accordion.
"The killer... is Yu Mingxin!"
Almost without knowing why, Luo Bin blurted those words out.
Of all the coincidences in the world, only one in ten thousand could be chalked up to chance.
Yu Mingxin had abducted Gu Ya, and the death of Zhou Xi, a key figure among those village thugs, fit the same motive behind her abduction.
Revenge!
And that wasn't all. The way Zhou Xi had died was too precise. Only a craftsman, someone with deft hands, could have done this.
Perhaps You Jiang could have managed it. Perhaps Luo Feng, with his Nine Knives, could have too.
Yu Mingxin, a skilled carpenter, was just as capable!
Both sides of the road fell silent. A moment ago, the villagers had been mocking Luo Bin. Now they all stood dumbfounded, their jaws practically hitting the ground.
Zhong Zhicheng stared hard at Luo Bin, his gaze sharp and searching.
"Why Yu Mingxin?!"
"Anyone else might be possible, but Yu Mingxin has already lost his mind. How could he do this?"
Yu Mingxin, who had been ragged and deranged just days ago, looked utterly different now.
He had cleaned himself up thoroughly. His face was clean-shaven, without a trace of grime.
The courtyard was equally immaculate, free of fallen leaves and rubbish.
A long table stood in the middle of the courtyard, covered with a pink bedsheet washed almost white. A pillow lay in the center, with a picture frame resting securely on it.
In the photograph was a girl holding someone's arm. She was beautiful and innocent, her smile radiant as