I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma could not have imagined that less than half a year after time travel, he would be taken to the police station again.

But this time he could say something he had wanted to say for a long time.

"I have the right to remain silent until my attorney arrives."

The Nanjo family's legal team must be on their way here, after all, Kazuma is Miss Nanjo Honami's mentor.

The detective in charge of Kazuma looked helpless: "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become evidence in court."

Kazuma really wants to complain: Are you also the Royal Hong Kong Police?

Or is this a set of words shared by police officers throughout the capitalist world?

There was nothing to do next. Kazuma felt that he had been humming the ditty for so long and it was time to meditate and see what he had gained.

Just as he was about to enter a meditative state, a policeman came in with a tray. On the tray was the famous Japanese police station's "pork chop rice."

When I smell it, it smells really good, but I wonder if it will have the magical effect like in a certain Japanese drama, making the prisoner who eats it burst into tears and feel remorseful.

Kazuma didn't have any psychological burden, so he just picked up his chopsticks and ate. The two detectives sat next to him and watched him eat. The scene was quite humorous for a while.

It feels a bit like a light comedy with a bit of gray humor.

Finally, the criminal police officer in charge of the interrogation stood up and left the room.

**

Yasuhiro Toji came out of the interrogation room and shook his head at the police officer Taro Ishiba who was waiting outside: "It seems that he doesn't intend to speak before the lawyer arrives. Where are the two detectives from Tokyo?"

"I let them drink tea in the recreation room. This is the Akita Prefectural Police. They can't control us." Taro Ishiba looked dissatisfied. "If the big shots in the Metropolitan Police Department think that they can rely on their status to walk around after leaving their jurisdiction, That would be very wrong.”

"That Yamadan Noriaki, you don't plan to hand it over to Tokyo?" Yasuhiro Tosai asked a specific question.

"This person used forged identity documents and created false fire alarms in Akita. We must handle it. What does it have to do with Tokyo?" Taro Ishiba snorted disdainfully, "The kind of 'big shot' who works his whole life until he retires and can be promoted to the police department. Ignore it.

"You should work harder and at least let him tell me what they were doing before Endo Nakato died."

"What did the technical detective say?" Yasuhiro Tomatatsu asked.

"Accidental death. The stab wound on the leg limited his ability to move. It should have been an accident after he stepped on a mineral water bottle and fell."

"Aren't all stab wounds fatal?"

"Yes, all the stab wounds were not fatal. They missed the vital points accurately. They neither cut off the tendons nor touched the arteries and veins.

"This Kiryu Kazuma is a first-rate master of real swordsmanship."

Taro Ishiba took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a slowly rising smoke ring: "A top-notch expert in using a real sword brought a real sword into the venue, but in the end someone died, but it was because of an accident.

"Do you think if you tell a random passerby this, he will think that a top-notch master with a real sword is innocent?"

"Is there some deep-seated game involved? A silencing operation carried out by some big force? If that's the case, it wouldn't be a good idea for us to be involved, right? After all, our salary is just that much, so it's not worth it."

"Don't think blindly. Which big force can silence a high school student? What kind of things can a high school student be involved in? This is a murder caused by an ordinary quarrel. It just so happens that the number of cases we solved this quarter did not meet the target. At least one of these must be done Manslaughter.”

"But this man insists on waiting for the lawyer to come. I always feel..." Yasuhiro Tosai said with a worried look on his face.

"He has some connection with the Nanjo Foundation. He seems to be the eldest lady's master. I guess Nanjo is letting the eldest lady have some good memories before getting engaged. This is something that big families in Tokyo often do."

Ishiba Taro sounded indifferent.

"Does the Ishiba Police Department know this very well?" Tosai Yasuhiro asked doubtfully, "Do you also..."

"I knew a lot of young ladies during my college days. But what's the use? I'd rather go to Akita to see the sea in the end."

Taro Ishiba is a member of the so-called special examination team, but he does not have a background in the University of Tokyo or Kyoto University. After passing the examination, he can only work as a police officer in each prefecture to accumulate qualifications. If he is lucky, he can be transferred back to the Osaka Prefectural Police or the Metropolitan Police Department in almost ten years. With luck, If not, I'll probably stay at the county police until retirement.

"So don't worry," Taro Ishiba patted Yasuhiro Tosai on the shoulder, "Use all your skills, even if the Nanjo family sends a lawyer, they usually send a fake person here, mainly to fool their young lady."

Yasuhiro Tosai nodded and was about to turn around and open the door when he heard someone shouting in the distance: "Ishiba Police Department! The lawyers from Tokyo are here!"

Ishiba Taro immediately strode towards the person calling.

Yasuhiro Tomatsu thought for a moment, and decided to follow Taro Ishiba to see what kind of lawyer the Nanjo family had sent.

He followed Taro Ishiba all the way to the lobby of Akita Police Station, where he lay on the railing and looked down into the lobby.

I saw an imposing guy in a suit and leather shoes walking into the police station with his head held high, as if the police station was his living room.

This man had the firm's emblem on his black suit, and he looked like one of those gangsters who like to pin their emblem on their collars.

He wore a zebra-print red tie. The bright tie formed a sharp contrast with the color of the suit, giving him a sense of publicity and aggression.

What puzzled Yasuhiro Tosaisu the most was why the lawyer didn’t carry his briefcase?

But the next moment, his doubts disappeared.

A row of men in suits and ties filed in, with white gloves and briefcases, looking very professional.

Everyone wears the same law firm logo on their suits.

The man who came in first without carrying his briefcase did not ask the front desk. He looked up at Yasuhiro Tosai and Taro Ishiba on the second floor, and went straight to the stairs.

The crowd in suits followed him like an army.

It was as if this was not a lawyer visiting the police station, but a daimyo patrolling his territory.

A man without a briefcase came to Ishiba Taro, and without taking out his business card, he directly introduced himself: "Furumi Law Firm, Furumi Kenji. First meeting, Ishiba Taro Police Department. I want to meet my client, Kiryu Kazuma." "

Taro Ishiba pursed his lips and looked at the assistants behind Komei Kenji who looked like an army about to go to the battlefield.

"Mr. Komei, does the Nanjo family spend so much money?"

"I don't know what you are referring to. I was just ordered to provide legal aid to my client, Kazuma Kiryu. According to Japanese law, I now have the right to immediately..."

"Of course you have the right, please come this way." Ishiba Taro took a step aside, made a gesture of "please come this way," and then glanced at Yasuhiro Tosai.