Faced with censure and criticism from everyone, I stared at the iron walnut for a few seconds and suddenly burst into laughter. 

"He’s laughing! What a cold-blooded monster!" yelled a villager.

Song Jie shook my arm, "Song Yang-gege, what's wrong with you?"

"It's really fascinating,” I sneered. “There weren't any clues before but now there is one."

"I have a message for one of you,” I said, scanning the crowd. “I already know your identity and purpose and I’m coming for you!"

My threat was half bluff but I observed each and every person’s microexpressions. Someone quietly left quietly as if guilty. Unfortunately, I didn't catch who it was.

The village chief interrupted, “Young man, this has just gotten more complicated. I'm afraid you’ll have to explain yourself."

"We should ask the elders to preside...