I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 232 Attorney
"So, I chose to help out of kindness..."

Ju was silent. He didn't know what expression to use to respond to this matter. The first generation came to his door late at night and begged him for help. Although he wanted to help, it seemed that he could not do anything.

When he looked up, he saw Yuriko sitting on the windowsill, looking down at him. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on Yuriko's face, but if there was a beam of light at this time, he might be able to see the sarcasm in the cat's eyes.

I believe it must be saying something like "Humans are no more than this?" and "They actually harm their own kind."

Suddenly, it seemed as if the wind in the sky had stopped and the sky fell into silence, allowing the originally rampant heat to continue to ferment, and finally oppressing everyone's skin and starting to seep with sweat.

"Didn't you sign any contract or something like that before?"

Ju thought of a possibility, but it was rejected by the first generation: "This matter is not as simple as signing a contract. According to the regulations, he has already exceeded the relevant years. If a contract is signed, it may be easier to prove the crime."

Well...Ju knows the so-called words "according to regulations". For the people of this country, it seems that they like to nitpick over words. They will use one word to explain a truth for a long time, and then they will be proud of their own carefulness and say some words like "thanks to their own research".

In short, no matter what we do, we like to use the word "regulations" to constrain it. Of course, if that's the case, then it's fine. The problem is that everyone will say on the surface that they are doing things according to the regulations, but behind the scenes they are doing some shady things.

The evil in human nature will never be eliminated.

As for the current situation, if Mr. Ito was also a writer, then perhaps this matter would not have had any serious consequences, and writers would be treated preferentially, but this preferential treatment would only be limited to the writer himself.

After the first generation calmed down, she began to recall some legal provisions she had learned in her previous law class, and then she said: "If this is the case, then we can only hire a lawyer."

When talking about lawyers, Ju's eyes lit up. He remembered that he met a friend in Osaka. That friend seemed to be a lawyer. Of course, he was just a trainee lawyer.

Seeing that the time outside did not seem to be a suitable time for a call, Kitajima Koma invited the first generation to go into the house and rest for a while. He would consider how to solve this matter when the sun rises tomorrow.

The first generation looked at the pitch-black corridor behind the door, then glanced at the dark night sky and scattered street lights outside. She was also thinking about how she had run here just now. Maybe she forgot her fear because she was in a hurry.

"Thank you." The first generation thanked her. Her mind was a little confused at the moment and she couldn't think about anything else.

Yuriko meowed, then laid her whole body on the windowsill, her tail wagging there for a long time.

Since moving here, it seems that no one has come here except Kazuya Oshima.

Matsubayashi Hideko had mentioned before that she would come to visit, but it seems that Oshima Kazuya said that she has been in seclusion writing a book recently. In order not to be disturbed, she locked herself in the deep mountains and forests of Izu so that no one could find her.

Although there is a strong suspicion that this was done to avoid Kazuya Oshima, Mr. Oshima could not find any evidence.

Ju's house is very big and tidy from top to bottom. During this period, everyone has been guessing how much money he has made from writing books. Although Xinchao did not give a detailed amount, it is clear that it is not a small amount when you see him easily buying a residential building.

Originally he could have lived in a luxury apartment in the center of Tokyo, but Ju felt that the reinforced concrete skyscrapers were like a prison for him. Instead of choosing that place, it would be better to find a plot of land here and build his own house.

"There's a room here. You can sleep here tonight. We'll find a solution early tomorrow morning." Ju pushed open a guest room, which had very clean pillows and quilt covers.

The first generation found the phone and called Mrs. Ito. Mrs. Ito was also awake. When she learned that the first generation was with Koma, her worried heart was instantly relieved.

If you are asleep at night, the time will pass quickly, but if the sleepyhead does not choose to appear at this time, the night will feel particularly long.

The first generation kept thinking about what would happen to his father after he was caught. Would he be handcuffed and tied to an iron gate as they said, and forced to neither squat nor stand? If that was the case, it would be too heartbreaking.

I don’t know how long it had passed, but when the sunlight outside was setting heavily, the first generation woke up suddenly, and then she saw Ju leaning against the door.

Ju held a breakfast in his hand: "I knocked on the door a few times. I was worried about you, so I came in to check. I saw that you were still sleeping, so I thought of putting this next to your bed."

The first generation's cheeks were a little red, and he looked very embarrassed. He covered his mouth and said some soft words, which didn't sound very clear.

After putting breakfast away, Koma suddenly said, "Mr. Matsuo is on his way. He'd be happy to help. Of course, we'll have to go to the police station when we need to."

He recalled calling Matsuo in the morning.

"Hello? Mr. Kitajima?!" Mr. Matsuo was surprised: "What are you doing?"

After hearing what happened, Matsuo was still very surprised: "You can go to the police station, just tell them your identity, there are some things they can know, and maybe there will be relevant..." He didn't say the word privilege.

"When I get there, we'll go to the police station together."

Matsuo didn't say much, just said a few words on the phone, and then he started running towards Tokyo.

Matsuo had criticized the so-called privileged class in front of Kitajima Koma before, but when he himself became one of that group of people or was ready to associate with that group of people, he didn't seem so disgusting.

I don’t know what method this young lawyer used, but by the time the first generation finished washing up, he had already appeared at the door of Ju’s house.

When I opened the door, along with the sunlight, Matsuo Tsutomu's smile came in.

"Good morning, Mr. Kitajima, and this person should be my client. I am your attorney, my name is Matsuo Tsutomu, and I will take full charge of Mr. Ito's affairs. If there is anything you need to say, please let me know in advance.

Of course, as a friend of Mr. Bei Dao, I think that in terms of the expenses, it should be Mr. Bei Dao's to sign.

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(End of this chapter)