Jack 9.2

In the horror of unforeseen development, I kept shaking.

After about a minute, the door opened.

Two men came in. One is a middle-aged men, with beard, wearing suits. The other is younger.

Middle-aged people growled when he saw me.

"Get off, that's my seat!"

"Ah, I thought I should sit here."

I quickly stood up.

"The suspect should sit in the inner part, because we are afraid that suspects will run away."

"Sorry, I don't know this."

"Idiot."

The younger one sat at the desk in the corner and opened the laptop.

The middle-aged man sat on the snatched chair, legs crossed, and held out his right hand to me.

"Well, start bragging."

"Bragging?"

"Your story."

The middle age face emerges the dirty smile.

It was beyond my endurance anyway.

"Can you stop joking?"

I hit the table with both hands.

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man got up, grabbed me by the chest.

"YOU're joking."

"... Why do you say I'm joking?"

The middle-aged man let go of my chest and leaned back in the chair again. Then suddenly his tone became polite.

"Members of congress have been arrested for having an inappropriate relationship with a 17-year-old they met online. What do you think of that?"

I didn't answer, but I understood what the detective was trying to say. But I think that the situation is completely different. I sat in my chair and retorted,

"I think members of congress, people of social standing, have to pay more attention to what's going on between their relationship, and there's a much bigger difference in age..."

"What? So for the same case, people like you can be forgiven?"

"No, that's not..."

"And you said the age difference, but 18 or 50 is the same. With someone under 18 both are against the law."

The middle-aged man continued:

"That's it. You don't feel like doing anything bad. I can tell by the look on your face. But actually what you did was against the rules. I'll let you understand that."

I'm getting angry:

"Then please let me know. Why can't we have sex with someone under 18?"

"Under-18s lack judgment and can be duped by bad adults, so laws must be brought in to protect them."

I retorted:

"Do you mean to say that suddenly you have judgement when you turn into 18?"

"That's what the law says."

I said:

"It's not like killing someone. No one was killed. Nobody got hurt, right?"

"How do you know the other girl wasn't hurt?"

"Because it was on a mutually agreed basis..."

But actually, sex between the ages of 18 and 17 is everywhere. When I was a sophomore in high school, there were rumors about girls in my class had sex with a senior. That's illegal, too. Why should I be the only one to be arrested, I complained of this injustice:

"That's what everybody does."

"Oh, everyone. If you say so, it looks like there are other guys fucking around. Give me their names, I'll look into it. Yeah, it wouldn't be nice to be the only one arrested. If that's the case then take others with you."

I was speechless. The middle-aged man did not really expect anything from me. He immediately went on:

"Then please begin."

So I still keep silent, the middle-aged said:

"Oh, silence. Yes, yes, this must be said, you have the right to be silence. So you can keep silent. but it's useless. I have physical evidence. Physical evidence that smells like squid."

Used condoms. I can't see the plastic bag. I don't think it's in this room.

"If your DNA is detected from the inside, and the girl's DNA is detected from the outside, that's it. By the way, don't you think six times are too much. Was it that good?"

"I see. I'll just say it."

"Good."

I begin with my meeting with Vivi. At the same time, the youth also began tapping on the laptop keyboard.

When all was said and done, the middle-aged man asked:

"So you don't know her age."

"Yes, that's it. I don't know. She looks so mature. I think she must be older than me."

The scattered tears made a damp stain on my trousers.

During this period, the youth printed something. Then the middle-aged man put the paper out of the printer in front of me.

"It's an affidavit. See if it's all correct, put your name and address here, and press your thumb."

I read it carefully, but all that was written was the truth itself. I reluctantly signed and stamped my thumb.

When it was over, the middle-aged man said:

"So I'm going to get in touch with your parents now and give me your home number."

That's not good. I lied about going to a friend's house for a study session. If it turns out I'm actually going on a date and I end up getting arrested, they will be so disappointed.

"You can't go home for a while, so contact is necessary anyway."

"Can't go home... What does it mean?"

"Well? It means literally. You'll be living in jail until we let you out."

I was so stunned.

"Well, that's what you call committing a crime."