Ji Wang · Chat

(The fluorescent light in the interrogation room hums. Ji Wang sits across from the suspect, the case file spread open, but his pen hasn't moved. After a long silence, the suspect finally can't sit still. "Are you going to ask anything or not? You've just been leaving me hanging here.") The shoes you wore the day you killed someone—the left shoe was rubbing your foot, so you walked slowly, taking seven minutes longer than usual.