Actually, there was no need to look for the phone anymore. They all knew the answer in their hearts. They didn't want to pay with their lives for an instance. Right now, they were just delaying, delaying the arrival of the final judgment.
"Actually, this instance doesn't have an absolute death mechanism," Ye Qianqian mumbled to herself. "If we find Liu Ben innocent, the ghost will come to kill us immediately... But what if we manage to survive until the court adjourns? As long as we leave the court alive, we can leave the instance immediately..."
Ye Weiwei's voice came through, "But we can't hold on."
Ye Qianqian fell silent, searching the bookshelves. Suddenly, an old cell phone caught her eye. A picture of a boy was stuck to its back.
She shifted her gaze to the name next to the picture: Liu Ben.
"Sis," Ye Qianqian instantly picked up the phone from the shelf, "I found it."
Found it? Ye Weiwei stopped searching and walked over.
