The public trial for the murder of Chai Qihong was held on the ninth day of the ninth month.
At the crack of dawn, a long line had already formed in front of the courthouse. Thousands of people had rushed over to watch the trial.
Most people didn't come alone. They brought friends and dragged their families along. Many had even come from the surrounding villages and towns just to watch the excitement.
Shrewd vendors and peddlers lined the road, hawking food and drinks. Business was booming.
'It's so lively. You'd think it was a temple fair if you didn't know any better.'
Zhao Lin came out to take a look, a wry smile touching his lips.
He had been worried there wouldn't be enough people, but now it seemed his fears were unfounded.
At nine o'clock, the main gates of the courthouse swung open, and the long-waiting crowd surged inside.
