The video frame froze on the boy's vacant smile.
Wang Youcai quietly stared at the smartphone screen, his gaze lingering on this face of despair.
Before he realized it, an intense chill had enveloped him. The sensation of looming danger made Wang Youcai's hair stand on end.
He looked up to spot a hand reaching out from the corner of the wall, the ghostly figure standing behind him reflected on the glass window. A drop of blood fell from above. He looked up to see a ghost face, hanging down from the ceiling, grinning at him.
Go now!
Hurry up!
He seemed to hear their urging voices.
They demanded the judge's verdict.
They sought revenge.
Surrounded by their heavy resentment, Wang Youcai trudged towards his courtroom.
He needed to make the final verdict.
Quickly, he arrived at the court's entrance, pushing the door open under the malicious stares of the three ghosts.
He stepped forward, approaching the judge's seat.
