The young man's forehead was beaded with sweat. He knew that if his poisoning was discovered, his life would be ruined.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "The villagers are not the same as before. Everyone is dressed very fashionably. Why don't you believe me?"
"I'm not disbelieving you; it's just that your eyes are darting around, which is clearly a sign of guilt!"
"Am I right? I'm quite good at judging people. You must not lie to me, or the consequences will be severe!"
Mu Feng looked at him meaningfully, his deep gaze seeming to pierce through him.
A chill ran down the young man's spine. He swallowed, suppressing his fear, and continued to explain, "Please, just believe me. I'm truly just a villager, and I haven't done anything!"
"Then do you dare to take out what you just had? If you dare, I might choose to believe you!" Mu Feng extended his hand.
"I really didn't take anything. Do you want me to conjure it out?" the young man argued stubbornly.
Mu Feng snorted coldly. He knew his observational skills were terrifying. "Since you won't take it out, I'll have to help you. It's in your left pocket, right?" As he spoke, he pointed to that pocket.
The young man's heart sank. He was terrified, never expecting that the poison he had hidden so well would be discovered so easily.
With the situation as it was, he had no choice but to brace himself and retrieve the glass bottle. He explained, "This is medication to lower blood sugar. I have high blood sugar, and I need to take medicine regularly. I was just taking my medicine, so you misunderstood. It's not what you think at all!"
Mu Feng feigned enlightenment. "You should have said so earlier. So it's just for lowering blood sugar? If you had said so sooner, there would have been no problem."
Upon hearing this, the young man's contempt for Mu Feng deepened considerably.
He thought to himself, "This kid is truly a fool. Whatever I say, you believe it? How has such a foolish person survived until now?"
However, he said aloud, "Yes, that's exactly right. Since there's no problem, I'll be going now."
With that, the young man attempted to slip away, as his heart was pounding uncontrollably every moment he stayed there.
"Go? Where do you plan to go?" Mu Feng blocked his path.
The young man pointed down the mountain. "Back to the village. It's getting late, and I need to hurry back!"
"Then before you go back, please take your medicine. I saw it with my own eyes just now. You took out the medicine and then put it back without taking it. You know that severe diabetes can lead to organ failure, so hurry up and take it!" Mu Feng made a gesture of invitation.
"Ah? What did you say? You want me to take this medicine?" The young man was stunned and trembling with fear.
Mu Feng stated matter-of-factly, "Of course. Don't you have diabetes? Hurry up and take it, right now!"
"It's too late, I'll take it when I get back!" he said with an awkward smile.
Mu Feng produced a bottle of mineral water from who knows where and said, "One must take care of oneself. I am also proficient in medicine and know that if diabetes is not treated in time, it can lead to big trouble, so hurry up and take it!"
"Oh, I really can't take it!" The young man was on the verge of tears.
Mu Feng said meaningfully, "Or perhaps, this is not medication for diabetes at all? What do you think?"
"How could that be? If it's not medicine, then what else could it be?" The young man scratched his head and kept smiling foolishly.
He clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Just last night, someone poisoned our village, and several people nearly died. Now someone is acting suspiciously here. Do you think it has nothing to do with you?"
The young man blurted out, "That's impossible! Didn't you all say it was the chef who did it?"
As soon as he said this, he quickly covered his mouth in fright. The young man knew he had slipped up.
Mu Feng clapped his hands and said, "You said you were a villager, didn't you? How do you know so much?"
"This, this..." He swallowed and kept backing away.
At that moment, a group of security guards rushed out and surrounded him.
The chef appeared, brandishing a cleaver, and rushed over angrily, pointing at the young man's nose and shouting, "Damn it, he's not a villager at all! I recognize him, this guy is Director Liu's son, Liu Yilong!"
The chef was well-traveled and had many connections, so he immediately recognized the young man's identity.
"You, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't know who you're talking about!" This young man, named Liu Yilong, immediately retorted.
The chef took out his phone and brought up a photo. "This was at last year's annual meeting. I was the head chef for more than fifty tables of dishes, and we even took a group photo. Isn't this you? Young Master Liu?"
His past had come back to haunt him. Liu Yilong's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"How could this be? How could this be..." He lowered his head in a daze.
Mu Feng snorted coldly, walked over, grabbed him, and said, "Didn't you say you were a villager? Hurry up and take this medicine, right now!"
"No, I really can't take it!" Liu Yilong was in tears.
"That's not up to you. I can't stand to see other people having health problems!"
Mu Feng snatched the glass bottle from his hand, opened it on the spot, and brought it towards his mouth.
"No, this is poison, this is poison, I can't eat it!" Liu Yilong screamed in terror, keeping his mouth shut.
Only he knew how toxic this poison was.
"Then tell me, what kind of poison is this?" Mu Feng chuckled.
"It's a chemical product. Just a small amount can cause sudden death!"
The chef suddenly understood. He tackled Liu Yilong to the ground, sat on him, and, with bloodshot eyes, roared, "So you were the one who poisoned us! Because of you, I almost committed suicide, do you know that!"
"No, no, let go! Someone's going to die..." Liu Yilong tried to break free, but the chef was too heavy. He was like a monkey pinned under the Five Finger Mountain, unable to even move.
"I'm going to strangle you, die for me!" the chef was completely enraged.
"Help! He's crazy, help me!" Liu Yilong struggled frantically, kicking his legs outward.
Mu Feng waved his hand. "Alright, stop it. If you keep choking him, someone will die, and I still have questions for him!"
The chef immediately released him, stood up, and pointed at his nose, roaring, "Kid, you just wait! I'll strangle you to death later!"
Liu Yilong lay on the ground, curled up and retching uncontrollably.