Outside the court, Jiang Ji smiled - it was the first time in three years that she laughed alone in front of a pile of burnt files at night without evidence, audience, or lawyer's license. When the young prosecutor Shen Zhiyao broke into her basement with a subpoena, she knew that the vortex of silence was finally turning again. Su Tang's recording, Lin Zhao's diary, Zhou Yang's dark web data, the puzzle pieces are quietly coming together, and the real enemy is smiling and handing over promotion nominations. She no longer prays for justice, she wants to tear this game apart with her own hands.
