"Constable Wei, I really didn't know. The body was already buried. How could I have someone watching over that grave every day? I truly don't know how it disappeared,"
"Hmph."
Constable Wei coldly snorted.
Of course, he knew that Old Man Gong might really be clueless. But what did it matter?
What he needed to do now was to corner Old Man Gong, force him to reveal everything he'd previously left unsaid.
"What, didn't Old Master Gong insist on not destroying your son's corpse at first, just so you could use it later, using that strange disease to harm the people you've conflicted with?"
He asked.
"No, that's not true. I wouldn't dare to do such a thing, I swear," Old Master Gong shook his head vehemently, denying this forcefully.
But he knew in his heart that no amount of denial could change anything. Even if he didn't commit this act, Constable Wei would still dump all the blame on him to save himself and the County Magistrate.