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The image on the projection screen froze on Professor Tan's face.
He wore a black hoodie, with the hat covering half of his face, but the remaining part was enough to prove that he was indeed the man.
"Professor Tan, I'd like to ask you, how many letters did you drop into the mailbox that day? Was it five, or was it five, or was it five?"
Zhang Wei's lips curled into a sly smile, but his question hit a vulnerable spot.
Professor Tan opened his mouth, but unfortunately, the words would not come out.
"I know, you've forgotten, right?"
Zhang Wei had actually learned to answer his own questions; he laughed, then looked around the courtroom.
"But it doesn't matter whether you remember or not, because someone else does!"