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Chapter 415: Tiger's Testimony

However, his words did not bring a moment of peace. Instead, they seemed to completely infuriate Vincent, causing him to beat him even harder.

Zhou Shuai's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Then, he rolled his eyes, fell straight back, and fainted without any warning.

It looked as if he had suffered a tremendous shock and blow, his body unable to bear it any longer, and he could only escape from everything in front of him in this way.

And Vincent was obviously completely enraged.

His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and his facial muscles were twitching slightly with anger.

Just as he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to attack the unconscious Zhou Shuai, Lin Feng flashed over like a barrier and stopped Vincent.

Vincent completely exploded, his entire body like a tinderbox. Pointing at Lin Feng's nose, he swore, "Lin Feng, do you have any fucking shame? To win people over, you actually let him slander you like this. Do you have any fucking principles left?"

His voice was sharp and filled with anger, echoing in this not-so-spacious space, making people's ears hurt.

"I think there's something fishy here. If he really is the murderer, why would he analyze the method of breaking the body?"

Lin Feng frowned and said solemnly.

Before Lin Feng could finish his words, Vincent curled his lips in disdain, as if to say how foolish Lin Feng's words were. "Why else? To create confusion and muddy the waters. Isn't this obvious?"

"Even if he really is the murderer, we can't beat him to death. The safest way is to hand him over to the authorities for punishment."

Lin Feng shook his head slightly and said earnestly, "But if we conclude he's the murderer based solely on this, it would be a bit hasty. I think the most important thing right now is to obtain solid evidence that he committed the crime. We can't convict someone based on mere speculation."

Lin Feng's calm demeanor won the approval of most people present. Before he could finish his words, everyone said in unison, as if they had already discussed it, "Lin Feng, just tell us what to do. We'll all listen to you."

This time, even the usually hot-tempered Vincent didn't say anything to refute him. After all, Lin Feng had saved his life before. He knew in his heart that if he really beat someone to death, he would probably lose his life as well.

Thinking of this, Vincent's arrogance suddenly weakened a bit, and he stood aside silently.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng didn't say much. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

Then, he slowly turned his gaze to Fang Xiang: "Fang Xiang, when did Uncle Ling have the accident?"

"According to my judgment, it should be around the hour of Chou today."

Lin Feng nodded gently and said, "Chou Hour is only two hours away. I believe the murderer hasn't had time to dispose of the murder weapon yet. Let's begin a thorough search of every house in the village. I believe it won't be long before we find something."

Everyone nodded in agreement and then started to get busy again.

They quickly dispersed and headed towards the houses in the village. ?

Time passed slowly, the sun rose higher, and the sunlight became more and more scorching. The faces of the young people who were originally full of energy gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, which trickled down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath their feet. Even their once straight backs began to hunch slightly, making each step seem labored.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

At noon, accompanied by a loud roar, everyone rushed towards Zhou Shuai's room as if they had heard the charge horn.

A young man, his face filled with excitement, pointed at a hidden pulley set and asked loudly, "What is this?"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Almost in an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted by a magnet and focused on Fang Xiang.

After all, at this moment, Fang Xiang could be considered the most knowledgeable person among the group. (He was just pretending. After all, even the NPCs on the show had received nine years of compulsory education. How could they not know about pulleys and pulley systems?)

Fang Xiang couldn't help but be stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he tried to explain the thing in front of them to everyone using his own understanding: "I once found this figure in a book in the academy. Although I can't remember what it is called specifically, I know its function - by passing a rope through this device, you can lift heavier objects. For example, 300 kilograms of cargo can be lifted through this device with one hand only having 60 kilograms of strength." As he spoke, he gestured, trying to make everyone understand more clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene again.

"How could a frail scholar like Zhou Shuai possibly pull up such a heavy bed? If it were possible with this device, then it would be understandable."

As these words fell, everyone's gazes towards Zhou Shuai turned hostile.

Chen Hai and Fang Xiang exchanged a glance, their eyes hinting at a sense of something being amiss. However, they couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, so they could only frown and stand there.

It wasn't until Vincent suddenly drew the long knife from his waist, with a flash of cold light, that the two men rushed forward and blocked Vincent's way. "We must not resort to lynching. The current situation is not enough to convict him. We still need to find more solid evidence."

Vincent was stunned and could only look towards Lin Feng for help.

Lin Feng nodded gently, but before he could say anything, he heard the sound of toes scraping against the ground outside the door.

There is no doubt that Erhu has arrived.

Everyone was stunned and subconsciously looked towards the door.

Erhu ran over, sweating profusely, and stammered, "Zhou Shuai is not the real murderer. The real murderer is Vincent!"

There was an uproar in the room, and everyone stared at Erhu in astonishment. Some of the timid ones even quickly stopped him and covered his mouth tightly.

Vincent also turned his head and looked at his childhood friend with a bad face: "Erhu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"