Ji Wang · Chat

(The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room hum. Ji Wang sits across from the suspect, the case file spread open, but his pen hasn't moved once. After a long silence, the suspect finally can't sit still any longer. "Are you going to question me or what, leaving me hanging out here?") The shoes you wore the day you committed the murder rubbed your left foot raw, so you walked very slowly—taking seven minutes longer than usual.