[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

After the long reading and retelling of the case, several witnesses appeared in court one after another, including the teacher in the defendant's class, the teacher and several classmates.

"As the witness said, the fact is that the plaintiff, who is the principal, often used physical examinations as an excuse to cross the line against several male students, which is a violation of the students' human rights and indecent harassment." You Jing submitted written testimony to the president and the judge. "There was a relevant police report in November last year. The plaintiff finally withdrew the case by relying on his prestige, power, connections, and the support of some parents who didn't know the truth. Plaintiff's conduct while alone with him violated his personal rights."

The headmaster, who had been wiping his bald head and face with his sleeves, got excited: "You are talking nonsense and contradicting yourself, why don't I find someone else to find this freak who is neither male nor female!"

"Because you think I'm ashamed of this and dare not resist." Qing Shuiyou said leisurely with a slightly raised neutral voice, "You miscalculated, I'm the only one who dares to kick your life."

"you--!"

"Silence." The judge maintained discipline.

"Our country does not have relevant and sound laws on molesting men. The plaintiff, as an intellectual and educator, knows to break the law, violates the law, infringes on students, and despises the law." Youjing received permission from the chief judge, and continued, "Even based on the change of the scope of my client's personal freedom Pretending to frame and slander him as suffering from a mental illness, sending him to a mental hospital for two months, and now he is being sued in court, trying to bury the rest of his life in a mental hospital by virtue of our minor client's fabricated madness .”

From the corner of your eye, Youjing caught a glimpse of the blue eyes in the audience.

"The reason why this child is accused today is simply because he is different and insists on fighting against injustice by himself."

The lawyer who was hired by the headmaster at the opposite side was not easy to deal with, but Youjing was also well prepared, with in-depth investigations and a solid defense.

At the end of the confession and discussion session, the plaintiff was sentenced in court to lose the case.

"thanks for your help."

Outside the court, Shimizu bowed deeply to You Jing.

Ukyo was speechless in response, half of his performance this time was to prove his reward and desire to win, and half was to show his sympathy and responsibility for the case and the parties involved, and he couldn't bear his gratitude.

"But it's fine if I stay in the lunatic asylum for the rest of my life, at least they don't think I'm an outlier." Qing Shui said in a daze if he felt something, "There are still people in there who have psychics, and maybe they can let me talk to my sister."

Shimizu's face was expressionless when he said this.

"During the time I was in the lunatic asylum, Nanako left alone, because of my waywardness and this kind of shit, my parents had to surround me and let her fight the illness by herself, and she couldn't even hear what she said in the end. How lonely she must be, she is so obedient, why is it not me who died..."

Stopped talking, Shimizu was silent and blank, as if suddenly remembered.

"I shouldn't have told you this, bye."

Passing by Fu Chou, Qing Shui walked towards his gray-haired parents.

They received high compensation and justice, but no one laughed, and the walk away was exhausted.

If the trial is won, the scars that have been caused cannot be undone, the dead cannot be recovered, and the victim is always the loser.

Youjing regained consciousness and said to Fuchou: "It's over here, but it's nothing to you."

"No, you've been doing fine."

You Jing gave him a weird look, and suddenly remembered that he had said that the case was profitable, but he handed it over to himself. There was no complicated conflict of interests in it, so either You Jing didn't find out, or the rich reward was only because of personal interests. Emotional reasons took over the case.

"you……"

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

Although You Jing had just left the court, he was almost busy with his work. He had to work overtime at night, and Fu Zou also had an appointment at night, so he had lunch outside to deal with it.

During the conversation, I heard Fu Chou talking about it: "Isn't it a light novel?"

"It's serious literature, and only the light novel editor is willing to publish it for her." Fuzuo has a light novel version with a new cover in hand, "What Kodama gave me is the complete first edition. However, the editor of the batch-issued version edited the original text without authorization." deleted."

"Delete it if you say delete it?"

"Great intellectual property law doesn't fall to obscure authors."

"I'll compare it when I go back. If you delete too much, you're more likely to win." Luckily, Shu didn't make her responsible for the loss at the beginning. Just worrying, "She became famous in one fell swoop, and the sales of her book during the trial were a hundred times the sales of the previous years combined."

"Rice grains." Fu Fu gestured at the left corner of his mouth.

Ukyo reacted for a moment, but his hand touched the opposite position, and Fuzuo stretched out his hand impatiently.

Thinking that he might slap him in the usual way, You Jing dodged subconsciously for a while, but Fucho just followed him in a funny way, took off the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, his fingertips were soft, and his eyes like clear water made You Jing's heart tremble.

It's not an illusion, he has indeed become easier to get along with recently, the change is sudden and weird, it can be described as like steel giving birth to maggots, and then the maggots gave birth to steel wings.

Meihui’s home was small and small, with oil paintings and stacks of old books encroaching on the little space left. She dragged out a large box of manuscript paper from under the bed, and inside was the book that had been revised many times. manuscript.

"This half has nothing to do with your case, practice your pen and write it clumsily."

Fuchao took out a few of them and looked through them carefully, then asked casually, "Do you paint oil paintings?"

"Digital oil paintings, idiots can draw, earn some extra money." Meihui remembered that he said that he came to get the key evidence to be presented in court, "Aren't you leaving?"

Normally, no one would have the face to stay after being chased away like this, but Fu Zou calmly found the end of the manuscript involved in the case, and slowly read every revision and deletion.

"The change in the ending of the publication is not bad. It is subtle and has a long meaning." Fu Fu put back the manuscript neatly, "You can see at the end that the only protagonist in the full text actually died at the very beginning, and his death—"

"It was both a murder and a suicide."

"It's both suicide and murder."

Meihui and he spoke almost at the same time.

"His constant deep sense of his lack of talent, combined with his irresistible willingness to believe that he was unique, caused him great grief, almost from boyhood, jealous and ambitious, as if born Nervous."

This passage sounded familiar. Fuchao caught a glimpse of her pile of books: "The Idiot."

"It sounds like a curse." Meihui brushed the corner of the stack of books like a lover, "I like the Duke the most in this book, but Gavrila is the character that resonates with me the most."

"Your protagonist is not like Gavrila, he is not selfish, he really cares about others."

"Because he lacks love, he can only make up for it, just like he still insists on this lack of talent. With a good book, a good director and a little luck to win the best actor, in reality he is not worthy of the position, and he feels uneasy." Mei Hui sneered, "Even if you use the way of God's rewards to hypnotize yourself in the future, and waste your energy and effort to delay your youth, no talent is no talent. His tragedy lies in the coexistence of half of the soul unwilling to be mediocre and half of the mediocre soul. When he finally realizes The essence, his belief in life has also disappeared, and he can't live...after all, he commits suicide."

"It's murder." Fufu retorted, "He has always been tireless in his life not to cause trouble to others, to satisfy his parents' requirements for him in acting, to respond to fans' expectations of him, to want to love the doctor he doesn't love too much , because he was full of sincerity and loved too deeply, so he was murdered by everything he loved."

Mei Hui smiled.

"Maybe you know better than me."

Fuchao asked suddenly.

"Why did you run away from home?"

"The best friend of my best friend is not me. My family only cares about my elder brother. The sense of existence is so weak that I have been ignored by my family twice in half a day. I have no way to talk, and I wait forever. I also have adolescent rebellion and brain damage, so I ran away. "

"I'm sorry."

"Of course it's not easy to live in Tokyo with a dream, living in a house like an urn, eating leftovers packed from a work restaurant like a mouse, hobbies of running and oil painting, one for saving money, one for making money, and spending money I can't afford it at all, I'm already so hungry that I can hardly stand up." Meihui smiled bitterly, "So when I saw you appear, with a straight back, my first feeling was to 'pretend'."

He was not annoyed when he was said to be rich, but smiled and said: "Exactly."

The light stagnated, time passed, and the already dark room darkened.

Being stared at intently by him, Meihui couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to turn on the light.

The room is so small that everything is within reach, the switch is behind Fuchao, and he holds Meihui's extended wrist.

"release."

"Tell me the truth."

"What truth?"

"publishing."

"That's it, nothing to say."

Fu Chou let go of her and looked at her with soft and compassionate eyes that she had never seen in her life.

"Ok."

"You will lose the lawsuit because of this..." Mei Hui realized something.

"No, don't worry." Fufu said, "It's okay if you don't want to say it."

Meihui stood up on her knees, tried her best to move her body, pulled out a black plastic bag from under the bedside cabinet, and held it in front of Fuchou. When she untied the knot, the corners of her mouth were pursed stubbornly. He tore open the bag directly, and inside was a jet-black braid, shiny and smooth, as long as his waist, and underneath it was a messy old skirt, with red and white liquid dried on it.

Fucho understands why Kodama sympathizes with her.

"You have to know that when it comes to court, the judge will repeatedly ask relevant questions according to the procedure, forcing you to recall and talk about this matter over and over again...and confront him face to face."

She sat there without saying a word.

"Do you hate him?"

As if just heard, she slowly shook her head in confusion.

"I'm afraid of him and I hate me."

She has never been a courageous person, otherwise she would not have dared to call the police.

She is not a person who is out of the world, and can only cowardly live by following the generally accepted unspoken rules.

She is not a noble person, and when she accepted the conditions of publishing, a corner of her heart unexpectedly rose with joy. For this reason, she hated herself so far, and hated herself and her elder brother for being despicable and humble.

If she is willing to face this scar directly, it is not that she is promising. She wants to justify her name and punish those who insulted and hurt her. She completely forgot that this is her case, and she doesn't understand the interests of winning or losing. She just doesn't want to trouble the rich.

Rich rewards understand.He stretched out his hand to her with her head drooping in a daze, and at a distance of one finger, he gently followed the outline of the short hair of this neither beautiful nor noble girl.

If someone had truly loved her in the right way, she wouldn't be what she is today.

But she is already like this, it is impossible for people to love her, people's love is conditional.

The author has something to say:

"His constant deep sense of his lack of talent, combined with his irresistible willingness to believe that he was unique, caused him great grief, almost from boyhood, jealous and ambitious, as if born Nervousness" is the description of Gavrila Ardalionovich in Dostoyevsky's "The Idiot".