The office next door had been cleared out, the cameras set up, and the cold-faced rights organization had taken their seats in the corner.
Shi Tiexin called out, "The complainant can come in first."
"Huanhuan, don't be afraid. When you encounter injustice and harm, you have to fight back. Dad supports you. But you must fight back through proper channels—you can't act recklessly." The plaintiff's father encouraged his daughter. "Go on. Tell the officer the truth. Trust the law, trust law enforcement."
The girl walked in with a cool expression and sat across from Shi Tiexin. She was neither timid nor agitated, only remarkably calm. "Hello, Officer. My name is Zhen Huan. I accuse Daisy Stanley of a series of violent acts against me."
Shi Tiexin glanced at the camera. It did not merely record footage; it directly transmitted both sound and image to the observation room next door.
It could be put to use.
So he deliberately spoke in Guo Language. "Please, go ahead."
"Alright." Zhen Huan remained calm, her account exceptionally clear and organized. "Daisy Stanley's assaults against me began one year ago."
"There were many others as well. I recorded them all one by one." She took out a small notebook. "The time, place, and incident—I wrote everything down inside."
Shi Tiexin took the notebook and flipped through it, his expression calm and unreadable.
After a moment, he set the notebook down and looked at the girl across from him. "Were you injured?"
"Do you mean injured in the legal sense?" Zhen Huan raised both hands. "As you can see, no. I am not disabled, and my old wounds healed long ago."
Shi Tiexin asked again, "Do you have physical evidence?"
"Yes. I kept everything."
Someone in the corner cut in, "How do you prove these things