Mr Killer Next Door

The drizzle outside the window, the rippling ripples seem to be frozen in time.

"Have a cup of coffee."

A cup of coffee with a splash was brought to the right.

A wooden plaque hung outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the decals on the glass were wetted by dense raindrops, with a string of "Haya Law Firm" engraved on it in Japanese.

The room is very noisy, there is a couple who are yelling, the husband accuses the wife of vulgarity, and the wife accuses the husband of infidelity, standing next to a crying child; The quality of the company's service protested; all sorts of people gathered here, and the boy was a little overwhelmed.

The female receptionist who delivered the coffee bent down and said kindly: "Mr. Hisaya is still busy, I believe you have seen it. We have a lot of orders to deal with recently."

"Thank you."

The boy is sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall, holding coffee.

This is the only source of heat.The cold, air-conditioned room reminded him from time to time that he hadn't slept all night, and when he arrived at the office on foot, he couldn't even stop his runny nose.

The boy curled up, looked up at the receptionist, at the name tag on her chest.

"Miss Lauren. If he has time, please remind me, please?"

Under the almost pleading gaze, Lauren could only sigh.

"I see, I will pay more attention."

People were still passing between the lobby and the corridor of the reception room. A lady in business attire entered for half a quarter of an hour, then came out aggressively with a bag, and boarded a sports car parked at the street.

The couple with the children went in. An hour later, the husband alone pushed the door out and went to the corner of the corridor to smoke a cigarette.

The girl at the front desk who answered the phone occasionally rushed in quickly, holding a thick stack of materials and distributing them to other employees.

Lauren was also busy, and the boy could only stare blankly at the pointer on the wall, turning round and round from eight o'clock in the morning until the pointer stopped at six o'clock in the evening.

During the ticking of the second hand, he suddenly raised his sleepy eyelids and realized that it was the office's off-duty time.

The boy looked around. The visitors were almost gone, and the receptionists were about to leave.

He jumped out of the seat anxiously, and wanted to ask Lauren if he could see Lawyer Jiuya today.

As a result, as soon as they got off the ground, they found a group of people walking out from the direction of the reception room, talking and laughing.

He hurried forward and stopped in front of a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.This person is about 25 years old, with meticulously combed hair, tall figure and calm demeanor. Surrounded by several female receptionists, he is very eye-catching.

On the left chest of the suit is a gold brooch with "Shigeru Hisaya" engraved on it.

"Lawyer Jiuwu." The boy stepped forward excitedly, without noticing the embarrassment on Lauren's face behind the man on the right.

"Why is the child here? Where's his guardian?" Hisaya turned to look at Lauren, "I remember today, you should be in charge of the visitor."

"I...I'm sorry." Lauren lowered her head, not daring to meet her eyes.She stepped forward quickly, trying to push the boy aside, "It's late now. It's time to go back, kid. Don't worry your parents."

"Miss Lauren, but you promised me that you will notify me when Lawyer Jiuwu is free."

"It's off-duty time now." Lauren said sternly, "You should go back, kid. If you want to continue your lawyer game, I suggest you play somewhere else."

"No." The boy was eager to defend, but he didn't know what to do.The extremely beautiful kitten looked at the adults tearfully, with anticipation and fear in his eyes, "I really have something to do..." Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped down her chin.

Kuyamo lowered his eyelids in pity.

"What's your name?"

The boy bit his lip and said with difficulty: "Can I be anonymous? I don't want to..."

"I don't want my parents to know? This is not a place for joking." Hisaya waved his hand, motioning for the girls to come forward, "Okay, please take this little gentleman away. The court game should end here, I still have important things to do." things to do."

"I—" the boy bit his lip, "My name is Shihuan."

"You don't seem to be of Asian descent." Hisaya still didn't let go, "Before confirming your ID card and notarization by your guardian, I suggest you go home early."

"My father is, but it doesn't matter. I'm not lying, and this is not a game. Please believe me." The child tried to defend himself, even crying and grabbed the man's clothes, "My surname is Qiu—please don't tell me My dad, please. I'm really not kidding."

"Full of lies." Lauren froze, eager to pull the child away, "Go away, stay away. Go back to where you should be."

Her hand strength may have been too strong, and the child was scratched by her nails on his arm.

Just as the annoyed Lauren made further hurtful actions, a right arm intervened between the two, fending off the furious girl.

"That's enough, Lauren." Jiuwu glanced at his watch, "Maybe he wasn't lying. Also, I must remind you of one thing. To be precise, there are still 5 minutes before the front desk gets off work. As a social experience more Rich adults, you should be calm at all times. Not yelling at a child."

"I'm very sorry……"

Hisaya greeted the shivering boy, he took off his glasses, wiped the lenses carefully, and then signaled to the other people present to leave first.

He led the boy to the door of the office, his lips parted in an elegant arc.

"Come in and talk, Shihuan, can I call you that?"

The office is in a standard simple style, and the furniture, bookshelves and floors are all old-fashioned wood products.

There are several ink paintings hanging on the mobile partition wall.The coffee table space and the office area are divided into two parts.

Hisaya opened the two swivel chairs on the desk and invited him to talk face to face.

The boy nodded and did so.

Hisaya supported the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and rested his crossed fingers on his chin.

He looked at the restless and reserved child in the soft cushion.

"Shihuan, you know what we do here, right?"

The blond boy nodded vigorously.

"I know, you are a lawyer. I have read what a lawyer is in a book. You will show all kinds of arguments or evidence to convince the judge and obtain my legal rights as much as possible. I know you will help me."

"Legal rights..." Hisaya repeated jokingly, "For a child like you who has not yet left the guardian, you may try to seek help from the guardian or the police before any unresolved problems arise. Your thanks go a long way to them."

"I..." The child was stunned, obviously didn't expect Hisaya to say that, he could only lower his head with burning cheeks, "I tried to do this. But they won't help me, you know my father... "

Hisaya smiled softly.

"If you want a fair trial, you need your legal representative to attend, that is, your guardian. It's not a good idea to hide it from your father, young master."

"I know the court can appoint a legal representative for me."

Hisaya didn't want to continue on the subject, he knew how hard it was to put a kid off his mind: "Well, I'll give you a little advice. Whether it's some bad kid who snatched your candy, or someone on the bus If you got your new sneakers dirty, talk to your dad. He'll be happy to help you out."

The boy stood up anxiously: "Why don't you want to listen to me?"

"Because I have a charging standard." Hisaya handed him a price list, and pointed to the number specially for him, "The working time has passed one minute and 31 seconds. You should look at this column now—see it, This is my out-of-hours consulting fee."

"I have money."

The boy gritted his teeth, took out a thick envelope from his backpack and put it on the table.

Hisaya opened the envelope in front of the child, and took out five stacks of banknotes with the largest face value.The money looked like it had just been withdrawn from the bank.

He checked the authenticity with a banknote detector, and the result was as expected.

"Okay." Hisaya finally seemed to have some interest. He opened his notebook and asked solemnly, "Who do you want to sue? What do you want to sue?"

The boy straightened his shoulders with firm eyes.

"I want to sue my father."

"—he took away my sister's right to life."

***

"Shihuan."

After the red light outside the emergency room came on, the boy kept holding the black rabbit doll, and buried his face deeply in the plush belly.

His arm was freshly bandaged, and the wound appeared to be well attended.

The boy curled up his legs and curled up on the bench like a little leopard frightened by an unfamiliar environment.

"Shihuan."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Jiuya could only forcefully hand over a card.

He held Qiu Shihuan's finger and felt the rings on his finger one after another.

He had a lot to say, but in front of the indifferent and resolute barrier, he didn't say a word.

"Your bank card has been frozen. It's okay, I've already paid the bill in cash, and I will also pay for the medicine and hospitalization later..."

"No."

Hisaya thought he would refuse.

His hand was in the pocket of his suit, but he didn't take it out for a long time.

There are obviously so many seats for people to choose in this corridor, but he can only sit in the seat far away from Qiu Shihuan.

Hisaya wiped his itchy eyelids with some annoyance.

"Se-hwan, can we still talk? You know... I didn't think so much back then."

Qiu Shihuan never wanted to give him a look.

Hisaya could only change the subject on his own.

"I saw those portraits you sent me. You've grown up, and you've changed a lot. I mean character--you look brighter and prettier. I've always I think you have a face that people can't refuse. Shihuan, how are you doing these days?"

"Lawyer Hisaya."

"Yes." I noticed the other party's calm glance, and the tone that was so cold that ice slag could be frozen from the bone marrow.Jiuwu couldn't help laughing at himself, but still met Qiu Shihuan's eyes with a smile on his face, "What's the matter?"

"Thank you for bringing Alfonso here - this is what my uncle taught me, to say 'thank you' to people who help you."

"Shihuan..." Hisaya looked at him weakly, "Don't do this. I can help you."

"Other than that."

The boy turned his head to look at the door of the emergency room.

"You and I have nothing to talk about."