That evening, Lin Mansion.
Zhang Wei sat alone in his room, the flow of time around him slowing down.
He had used his Golden Finger, making the time in his room flow at one-tenth the speed of the outside world.
In this way, even if an hour passed by outside, he could spend 10 hours thinking in his room.
Reliant on this ability, he feverishly wrote down his thoughts and recorded the details of today's court trial.
"Today's trial thankfully passed without danger. The prosecution's witnesses were all experts—pathologists and investigators from the Martial Association—whose accusations I refuted one by one, but this is not a permanent solution, because they still have a trump card!"
Just thinking of that little boy made Zhang Wei feel like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat.
Once the prosecution lets an 8-year-old child testify in court, telling of his tragic experiences, even the most heartless person would be moved.
