The courtroom was quiet.
That kind of silence is very deep.
It was as heavy as a piece of iron, pressing on Shen Mo's chest.
He sat in the dock, his handcuffs cold against his skin. He could feel the pulse on his wrist, beating fast and chaotically, like a trapped bird.
The judge sat opposite, very high and far away. Face blurred in shadow. Only the sound is clear.
"... The defendant remained silent, the crime of intentional homicide was established, and the evidence was conclusive... The death penalty was sentenced to be executed immediately."
Every word is like a small hammer.
