"Then how did he die?" The young man from Yi Zhuang had simply been standing to one side, but at this point he couldn't help asking.
Li Lianhua raised the fat village magistrate's chin with two fingers; a deep red ligature mark was faintly hidden among the fat on the neck, truly difficult to spot without a careful look.
"He was strangled," said Fang Duobing.
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