"Always shut up?" Xie Fang's hand trembled, his voice unconsciously becoming a bit hoarse. He made a slitting gesture across his throat, "Brother-in-law, you mean..."
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Xiao Fang, what do you mean by my meaning and your meaning?"
Xie Fang was stunned and quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, brother-in-law, I was wrong, I understand, I understand."
At this point, Xie Fang moved closer and lowered his voice, "But, brother-in-law, five years ago, you buried that coffin under the artificial lake. This recent incident with the dead—could it be related to that coffin?"
The middle-aged man squinted at Xie Fang, not saying a word.
He stared at Xie Fang for several minutes, making Xie Fang's scalp tingle and his throat dry.
After a long while, the middle-aged man finally spoke, "Xiao Fang, you must be over forty now, right?"
Xie Fang didn't understand the middle-aged man's meaning but quickly nodded, "I'm exactly forty-four this year."
