"Yes." The cop shows me the sentence. "You didn't read this when you signed this?"
I didn't read any of this. I try to read the words. Ah! Am I an illiterate? Why can't I read it properly? I can't even pronounce these words.
"What is this language?"
"Miss, did you go to school?" He asks me doubtfully. "It is the same language that you are speaking. I agree that these words are tough and formal. You need a good lawyer to tackle this."
"..."
I stare at Kamiyama Kiyohira. He doesn't have any expression. But, in his eyes, I can see that he is complacent about it. Do you feel happy to fool a high school graduate?
I turn to the cop. "Is prison a bad place to live?"
"Miss, it is better if you agree with them." He rereads the papers.
