The darkness surrounding Pei Zhan was terrifying, yet the oil lamp illuminated his eyes, like twin stars on a snowy night, cold to the point of chill yet intensely bright.
"Yes, lamp oil." Cheng Chili swallowed, "That night, aunt was preparing for the prayers for the Liang family's elder brothers the next day, and the Buddhist hall was lit with lamps all over. The murderer splashed lamp oil inside and set a great fire. Because the lamp oil was ready at hand, it was considered an accident caused by a knocked-over lampstand."
Pei Zhan kept staring straight ahead from beginning to end, and no one knew if he listened or what he was thinking.
After a long while, the sound of something heavy being crushed came from the ground; it turned out he was stepping on the shards from earlier, grinding them into the ground with the tip of his foot.
"So, it was someone familiar."
