Chapter 3 third chapter

"Hey, Mitarai, what's going on?" I said as I waited at the bus stop for the bus to Uenohara. "Will that spell work?" "How could it be effective? It was just drawn by me casually." Mitarai said. "You will be punished for doing this... on such a sacred amulet..." I was tongue-tied. "If I don't do this, I'm afraid she will try to hang herself again tonight. God Kimpiro will understand me." "However, if you put in so much effort to bring her hope, is there any hope for her?" "No, not at all. Ethical lending is the worst and worst organization in the world, even worse than the underworld. Even if the Japanese archipelago sinks, they will never give up their creditor's rights."

"Then what should we do?" "I don't know. There's nothing I can do about them. They have countersigned the loan, and it's gone to court. So if she doesn't win the case, she won't be able to get out of debt." "Is there any possibility of winning?" "At present, there is nothing at all." "What? Then..." "We have to wait until several traitors appear inside Moral Loan, and they are at the cadre level. They testify in court that the documents are forged and smash the false responses that the company will definitely make next, plus a large number of victims. The suicide of the debtor became a social problem, which in turn aroused heated discussions in the streets and alleys, forming a social situation in which the debtor who does not judge the debt wins and will be unfavorable to the court. It will take ten years at the earliest."

"real?" "Well, that's right." I sighed. "It would be great if you contacted me before signing and stamping. At this point, there is nothing I can do. As long as there are no miracles, it is impossible to make a breakthrough." After returning to Kannai Bashamichi's room, Mitarai called the Takekoshi Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.Then I talked on the phone with several other people introduced by the Takegoshi Police Department.It may also include people who are not police officers. He seemed to be asking about moral loans, with a gloomy face all the time, and I probably guessed the content of the conversation from his expression.

Over dinner, after dinner time, I asked him how he was doing. "It sucks," Mitarai said. "Currently there seem to be more than 20 lawsuits in the moral loan case. And it seems to be winning consecutively. I heard that one of them lost the case a while ago, but it will win in the second trial. Takekoshi is an authoritative faction, and his conclusion is that This is only a problem caused by laymen signing and stamping the document without carefully reading the content, but I also got information from other sources. The loan countersigned document, the confirmation of the subject matters, and the interest collection certificate are all suspected to be forged. "

"Then prove it!" "To whom?" "of course……" "Isn't it just the police and the parties involved? Normally, it's fine. But now we have to deal with the judge. The situation has reached this point." "Then prove it to the judge." "The judge's thoughts are exactly the same as Takegoshi's thoughts just now." "Then explain it to him." "Impossible. Japanese judges are very backward, as they were in the Edo period. It doesn't matter to them what the facts are. They have won moral loans countless times before. This means that they believe that 'there is no Forgery'. In this way, these cases become unshakable precedents. To admit the existence of forgery until now is tantamount to admitting that a high-ranking self has made a mistake, and it will make people think that the legal order is a mess. So no matter what No matter what evidence they look at, the court will not admit the existence of forgery."

"Eh, is it?" "Well, this is Japan. It's like when the base camp decides to invade China, no matter the United States ordered Japan to retreat or something else happened, the mistakes of the high-level will never be admitted. Rather than asking them to admit their mistakes, it is better Let them wage war against the whole world." "Well." "So it's too late for things to come to this point. The next thing is to wait. There will definitely be traitors within the company. Of course, the company will also find various people to act as witnesses, saying that this is a false accusation, and the court will also assist. It won’t last long though. Judges will have to admit the falsification one day and start letting the victims win. Only the facts will win.”

"That……" "However, it is possible that the case will be lost in the second trial. This situation will last for a while. It will take ten years to win the lawsuit. Because now the opponent is not a moral loan, but the court. The waiting time will not be short." "Terrible……" The night passed, and the next day came.On this day, Mitarai was still calling different people, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the result of the call, with a gloomy face all the time.Indeed, this incident seems to be different from the past. Then another day passed.In the afternoon of the next day, after lunch, Mitarai hid in her room and did not show up.I peeped quietly and saw him flipping through difficult books for a while, and looking up information on the computer for a while.About ten minutes to two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a light knock on the entrance door.I agreed and went to open the door. When the door opened, it was Erianle Fangzi.

"Ah, it's Ms. Twenty Le." I said. "I'm so sorry to bother you all of a sudden." She said politely. "Excuse me, Mr. Mitarai?" She asked again. "He's at home. Please come in. Please sit on the sofa. I'll call him." As I said that, I indicated the location of the sofa with my hand, then went to the door of Mitarai's room and knocked.After hearing his lazily agreed, I opened the door, and he was sitting in front of the computer.He kept typing on the keyboard while asking, "What's the matter?" "Ms. Erle... Ms. Yoshiko, she..."

As soon as the voice fell, his actions froze as if he pressed the pause button of the video tape.Then, he slowly looked back at me and asked, "Is she here?" "She's sitting on the couch now." Mitarai was slightly speechless.Then he glared at me and said in a low voice, "It's all your fault, Ishioka. Come in and close the door." Hearing his harsh tone, I quickly took a step forward and closed the door behind my back. "Listen to Ishioka, I expected that this incident would not be so simple. His father got divorced, and got involved in venture capital. He also contributed to his mother's beauty salon. In this way, the divorced father There is ample possibility that the ex-wife will be the joint guarantor of the loan. And now it is predicted that there is a danger of developing into a court battle. What about the aunt of the okonomiyaki restaurant, this is not an easy case!" Mitarai rarely posted Fire, waving hands.

"The amount of reasoning ability is irrelevant to this kind of case. There is only one way to get her out as soon as possible. Put five or six bundles of million dollar bills on the table and say to her, 'Please take it, and return it when it is convenient for you. '. There's no other way, but where are we going to get all that money!" I hang my head down. "I hope you will pay more attention in the future. I am not a superman, and I am not omnipotent." "I know..." As I said that, tears welled up from the corners of my eyes.Mitarai walked past me like a gust of wind, and pushed the door open with a sound.He opened his mouth in a brisk tone, as if the anger just now was acting.

"Ah, Ms. Hele, welcome. It's a long way to Yokohama. I'll ask Shioka to make a cup of black tea right away..." I walked out of the room, looking over Mitarai's shoulder to Yoshiko Hatsura.Then there was an unexpected scene. She got up from the sofa and knelt on the floor.Then she dropped her hands on the ground, bent over, and pressed her forehead to the floor. "What, what is this for? Ms. Eraku!" Mitarai asked, also startled. "Thank you," she said.Mitarai was stunned. Then he asked, "What's going on?" Yoshiko Eraku moved to Mitarai on her knees and grabbed his right hand.She held his right hand tightly with both hands, pressing her forehead against it. "Thank you very much. I really, really appreciate you helping me," she said, tearing up. "Ms. Erle, don't be like this, what are you doing?" Mitarai said.But she couldn't cry. "Please stand up, Ms. Twenty Le, what happened? Can you tell me? Please sit here on the sofa and don't get your knees dirty." "This time is really special, thank you very much. Thank you for saving my life. You not only saved my life, but even my family's life. I will never forget your great kindness in this life." Mitarai frowned: "Please sit down first. Please tell me what happened." Mitarai grabbed her waist and slowly helped her sit on the sofa.Then he hurriedly sat across from her. "Alms, alms, please accept my alms." Mitarai was stunned. "Giving? Giving is... oh, you said donation! No, we are not a religious organization here." "Then please accept this trifle..." "So please hurry up and tell me what's going on, and take this as my reward. What happened?" "Speaking to Ethical Lending this morning on the phone..." "Well, what did you say on the phone?" "Says that my debt has been waived." Mitarai was dumbfounded: "What did you say?" "They said that as a guarantor, I don't need to pay back a penny. My repayment obligation has been canceled and has nothing to do with this matter. From now on, they only have an agreement with Pingshan, that is, my ex-husband." Mitarai hadn't recovered from the shock and was speechless for a while. "Afterwards, I called my ex-husband, and they seemed to have contacted him, asking him to repay the loan at the usual interest, which is 15 percent; and it seems that this interest is the same no matter what the term is." Mitarai was speechless.Yoshiko Eraku took out from her bosom the amulet of God Konpira that Mitarai had painted with confidence. "It's really thanks to this amulet. Since that day, I have prayed devoutly every hour. Once an hour, it has never fallen." Mitarai showed a surprised expression and said, "Every hour? Why?" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly remembered. "Ah, one hour. Yes, every hour, that's right. This is an important matter." After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, showing a puzzled expression. "Shigang, go make some black tea first." After hearing his voice, I also came back to my senses. While drinking tea, Eranle Fangzi kept bowing her head in thanks.During this time she asked what could be done in return.Mitarai always answered no need. Just then, the phone rang.I got up to answer it, and the voice of the Takegoshi Police Department came from the other end of the phone.He asked me where Mitarai was, and I said he was talking to a visitor, and I would call him, but he said no.But he wants to discuss something with Mitarai, so I hope that Mitarai and I can go to the scene in Yurakucho immediately.He asked us to go to Tokyo Station first, and he would send a police car to pick us up in front of the station. Holding the phone, I told Mitarai, and Mitarai agreed, so I told the Takegoshi Police Department that we were leaving immediately. Hearing what I said, Erianle Fangzi got up and bowed her head repeatedly to express her thanks, and then she left and went home.I sent her to the entrance, and when I returned to the house, Mitarai let out a sigh of relief. "A miracle happened, Ishioka." He said, "Perhaps the place Takegoshi is telling us to go to is the scene of a miracle."

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