My future schedule is as follows.
Today (May 2)... Into the detention room. You can call in the duty lawyer after today. There is only one chance.
Tomorrow (May 3)... Go to the district prosecutor's office, to be questioned by the prosecutor. Depending on the outcome, a trial will be decided. If the prosecutor judges it is necessary and the court recognizes it, I will be held for a further 10 to 20 days. Once in custody, family members are allowed to visit me.
After the trial, the middle aged man took me to the fourth floor. The whole of that floor is the detention room and its associated facilities. He handed me over to the uniformed police.
There's some work to be done before we get into the jail. In addition to taking photos, body tests and taking fingerprints, I also took swabs from my mouth, DNA was taken and a physical examination conducted in the form of underwear.
Then the police quietly explained to me the rules of the detention room. The room is only allowed to bring in the necessary minimum.
I didn't have to change into a prisoner's uniform, just wear the clothes when I came in. But the belt and shoes were taken away. They gave me slippers instead.
Then I was taken to the shelf and told that I could choose three books to read in the room. I was rather surprised that I can read books here. In addition to library books and cartoons, there are several books laws. I chose two manga and Law books.
I thought that if I could read a book, I could also listen to music, so I tried to ask if I could play music, but it was not permitted.
When it was over, the police took me to my cell.
There are already two people inside. I don't know why I imagined the cell to be a private room, but I didn't expect I need to live with others. I was disappointed. I don't have the confidence to get along with the other suspects.
The policeman unlocked the door. It was a dirty room with no windows and six mats on the floor.
Two people sitting on the mats turned to look at me at the same time. Both are teenagers, and this may be a special room for teenagers.
One looks like a gangster.
The other was wearing glasses and looked like an honest teenager who felt like he was on my side. What was his crime?
"New arrival, take care of him!" The police said.
"Behind that partition is the toilet," said the policeman, pointing to the partition in the back of the room.
"Well, what did you get arrested for?" the glasses guy whispered to me.
"Sorry, I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, yes, that's right. I'm sorry."
"Never mind."
The silence lasted for some time. I was about to say something to soften the blow, glasses guy and I spoke at the same time:
"But I have no problem in saying why I was arrested."
Without waiting for an answer, he began.
"I'm a college student. Because of the project, I went back late yesterday. Then walk in the night road, suddenly there was a policeman came to me asking me questions. I was so angry that I said, no, I don't want to answer anything and I wanted to leave. Then the police radioed for backup, and in an instant five men surrounded me and check my belongings. They found a screwdriver and that's why I got arrested."
There are two questions.
"Why were you arrested for a screwdriver?"
"Yes, indeed! Policeman said I broke windows to get inside someone's house. There seems to be a lot going on around here lately ,the break-in, I think that's why I'm under suspicion."
"I see. But why are you carrying a screwdriver?"
"When painting, you need to remove the nails that hold the canvas and wood frame together, and a screwdriver is used for that. So I brought it from my house. I didn't know it was against the law. No, of course not. Well, what happens after that?" sighed the glasses. "that young detective said, 'you have the right to hire a lawyer,' but I don't know any lawyer, and a poor student can't afford a consulting fee."
"Ah, I've heard that even if you don't know any lawyer, you can have a duty lawyer come for free."
"Is that true?"
"Yes, the detective in charge told me."
"No way-- nobody told me that. The people in charge of your side are very kind."
Glasses guy said:
"Well, why don't you go and try and get the lawyer?"
I think it's time to try hiring a lawyer.
The guards came after a while and brought in breakfast through the little window on the door. It was time for breakfast.
So we began to have breakfast.
Then we were asked to clean the room. The gangster looks lazy, and doesn't want to move. Finally me and the glasses guy finished the work.