Fujimura didn't expect that Utsunomiya was still waiting for him. At this moment, he was a little panicked. Ever since he received a call from Utsunomiya in the afternoon, asking for a chat in the dean's office, he had vaguely guessed this.

The purpose of the meeting. He guessed that Shimokawa presented some evidence against him in court. Therefore, Utsunomiya wanted to come to him to verify the situation.

Fujimura forced out a smile, "Professor Utsunomiya. I'm so sorry."

"The wine is good." The law professor held an empty foreign wine glass and sneered, "Where did Dean Fujimura go today? Why did he come back to the office so late?"

"There is an impromptu meeting, sorry." Fujimura swallowed, "Because mobile phones must be turned off during the meeting, I didn't have time to notify you."

"Don't you want to know the result of today's court session?" Utsunomiya raised his head, looked at the dean in front of him, and looked at his facial expression very carefully, "It's really strange. In my legal career,

, Generally speaking, after a court session, clients can’t help but ask about the outcome of the court session. Why does Dean Fujimura seem to not care at all?”

There was a somewhat prickly rhetorical tone in the bland question.

Fujimura's face stiffened for a moment, then his expression returned to normal, and he continued to smile, "That's because I have great trust in Professor Utsunomiya's ability. As an authoritative law professor in Japan, he must be invincible and invincible in copyright lawsuits.

Block it. I think it will definitely shine brightly in court today."

After speaking about this scene, Utsunomiya's expression did not change at all.

Fujimura is avoiding it.

This is Utsunomiya's judgment.

However, the more you avoid it, the more it proves that something is fishy.

This is not easy to handle.

Utsunomiya said calmly, "The reason why the dean is not so concerned about the outcome of the court session is because you have already guessed what happened in the court today."

"Why do I not understand what Professor Utsunomiya said today?" Fujimura continued with a forced smile on his face, "How could I guess what happened in the court? If Professor Utsunomiya has anything to say,

You might as well just say it directly."

"Sit over here, don't be so afraid of me. I'm your attorney." Utsunomiya glanced at the sofa opposite him and motioned for Fujimura to sit opposite him.

"It's so late. Professor Utsunomiya should also pay attention to rest." Fujimura put his briefcase on the table, then walked to the sofa and sat down.

In the evening, 10:23.

The two university professors were each sitting on the sofa, looking at each other. The atmosphere in the office gradually became tense. The quietness of the campus at night amplified the tension of this faint confrontation again.

.

Fujimura looked at the figure of Utsunomiya in front of him, and his heartbeat began to accelerate slightly. Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp in the office, he felt as if he was being interrogated like a prisoner for a moment.

Utsunomiya's eyes were slightly narrowed, and when he saw the other party, he sat down and said, "Dean Fujimura, I won't beat around the bush. I have a few questions to ask you. Answer my first question first. What do you have here?

The third draft of "The Journey to the Eastern Lands to the Tang Dynasty" was not edited by Xiachuan."

"Didn't we communicate about this issue before?" Fujimura smiled, "I thought Professor Utsunomiya was going to ask some questions. Naturally, I have never received the third draft of Shimokawa's proofreading before. This

The whole thing was completely fabricated by him out of thin air.”

"Are you sure?" Utsunomiya's voice came.

"Of course... of course, sure."

"Or it may not necessarily be the third draft edited by Shimokawa." Utsunomiya continued, "Anyway, as long as it is the part edited by Shimokawa himself, how much do you have on hand? I am talking about any material. Even if it is sent.

The corrections and work records of several fragments in the Tang Dynasty are all listed here."

"Professor Utsunomiya, don't you believe what I say?" Fujimura said, "I really haven't seen the third draft of that."

"Have you not even seen some of the results of Shimokawa's work?" Utsunomiya said with a sullen face and slightly raised his voice, "Judging from the current evidence, you once invited Shimokawa to participate in the "Eastern Land Parade to Send Tang Dynasty"

As the host of the project, you haven’t even verified any of Xiachuan’s work?”

Fujimura put his hands on his thighs and frowned.

He thought he could just leave everything to the lawyers.

Utsunomiya will naturally take care of the rest.

However, now it seems that it is not so easy to fool.

"That's what happened. Maybe it's because Shimokawa is a very strange person..."

With a "pop" sound, Fujimura was suddenly interrupted before he finished speaking. Utsunomiya took out two stacks of A4 paper and threw them on the table, "Dean, please explain why Lawyer Shimokawa is submitting the document now.

The order of the table of contents in the third draft you submitted is exactly the same as the order in which you published it!"

"And!" Utsunomiya's gaze became sharp, "The original version of your book is clearly the Seishōen version, so why do you see a large number of corrected sentences from the Mustard Seed version!"

As if he didn't expect the sudden aggressive questioning, Fujimura couldn't help but froze for a moment and stayed where he was.

Utsunomiya took advantage of his drunkenness and slapped the table directly, "If you want to win, you must tell me the truth! Who knows whether the Kitahara lawyer opposite will throw out any evidence against us again. If, you

If we don’t tell the truth, we won’t be able to respond in advance. Then we will be passive in this lawsuit!”

Fujimura fell into silence for a moment as he listened to Utsunomiya's scolding.

His facial muscles were trembling slightly.

There seemed to be waves stirring up in my heart.

It seemed that a fierce psychological struggle was taking place in his spiritual world.

The office fell into a brief silence again, as if the interrogation that had just occurred had never happened. Utsunomiya picked up the foreign wine glass again and tasted the remaining drops of wine in the glass.

I don’t know how long it took. Fujimura stood up slowly and said: "Indeed, Shimokawa once gave me some so-called materials when I was doing point-taking. However, I didn't read it. I didn't know what he gave me.

Is that stack of A4 paper the so-called third draft?"

Fujimura took out a bunch of keys from his suit pocket, and then walked to the desk. The key was inserted into the keyhole, turned slightly, and then he opened one of the drawers.

He took out a thick stack of A4 paper.

"This is what Shimokawa gave me. However, I have never read the materials he gave me. I am innocent. Professor Utsunomiya, please believe me!" Fujimura's voice was slightly trembling.

And the thick stack of A4 paper he held in his hand was exactly——
Chapter completed!