"There's one more question." The prosecutor frowned. "Where is the key witness, Li Moting?"
Xia Xiaoman looked toward the courtroom doors.
They opened.
Li Moting walked in, dressed in a simple white shirt, the scar on his left wrist exposed for all to see. Instead of heading to the witness stand, he went straight to Xia Xiaoman's side.
"Apologies for the delay." He handed a chip to the judge. "This is the final piece of evidence left by my mother, Lin Lan—a recording of Li Chenzhou confessing to her murder, made 17 minutes before her alleged 'suicide.'"
When the recording played, the courtroom fell deathly silent.
**"Lin Lan, did you really think destroying the MN-07 data would stop me? Don't forget, your son's brain is the perfect vessel."**
Finally, Li Chenzhou stood.
"An impressive performance," he clapped, but his gaze was that of a viper locking onto prey. "But you've forgotten one thing—"
Suddenly, all electronic devices blacked out at once, plunging the courtroom into darkness.