On the first day I traveled to the Dayong Dynasty, I was taken to the interrogation platform.
The original owner was accused of forging military records and killing a patrol officer. The evidence was conclusive, and people all over the city were waiting to see me lose my head. Just when the supervisor was putting pen to paper, a live broadcast room lit up in front of me. The faceless audience reminded me from the marquee: don't look at the knife, look at the thread on the county magistrate's cuffs.
So I spent thirty minutes debunking a confession that everyone believed, and let the whole city hear the real facts of the case for the first time.
But the live broadcast room can only show fragments of the truth and cannot testify for me; and every time a case is solved, I am one step closer to the erased old case. Some people want me to clear my name, and some want to use my words to rewrite the world.
Since they are afraid that I will speak out, I will tell the whole world about every false account and every false path.
