Chapter56

The commotion in the jury gallery lasted for a long time.

The prosecutors exchanged looks of disbelief, and the media below had already begun to get excited about this explosive gossip.

The judge frowned and had to knock on the door and say "silence" several times before the commotion in the audience gradually calmed down.

Terajima Yuuki stood calmly, his eyes swept across most of the jury box, without making a sound, and signaled Sakai to present the next set of evidence.

This was a series of yellowed old photos from different locations and scenes, and the faces of the couple hugging each other in the photos could be vaguely discerned.

"Hasegawa Kenshin's wife, Hasegawa Takako, was named Suzuki Takako before she got married. She had been in a relationship with Atobe Yuichi for 33 years. The last photo was taken on November 3, 1984, only ten days after she married into the Hasegawa family. In other words, Suzuki Takako maintained a close relationship with Atobe Yuichi until they got married. The above photos were also found in the interlayer of the secret account book provided by Kei Ichikawa. There was another one among them," Arikawa ignored the surprised looks of the people around her and gave a glance. Sakai Otonashi understood and replaced the photo with another one. "It's a photo of the baby's full month. There is a signature on the back. It's Yuichi Atobe's handwriting."

"Do you mean that Hasegawa Shu is the illegitimate child of Yuichi Atobe and Suzuki Takako?" Arikawa Hiroki looked at her and asked back.

"It is very likely." You Ji nodded and raised his voice slightly, "In this way, Yuichi Atobe's behavior of sparing no effort to help Hasegawa Shu has the most reasonable explanation."

"However, this is only the inference of the defendant's lawyer. The evidence provided by the defendant is not enough to prove the actual father-son relationship between Hasegawa Shu and Yuichi Atobe."

"My client and I can only do our best to provide the most real evidence and clues. As for whether the matter is true, should it be handed over to the police and prosecutors for further investigation?" You Ji asked back, "I would like to ask the prosecution, my client was not aware of Yuichi Atobe's suspected money laundering transactions. How did the prosecution obtain relevant evidence and conduct a compulsory search on my client? Has the prosecution conducted a detailed investigation of the source of the intelligence?"

Arikawa Hiroki was obviously stunned for a moment: "The prosecution has an obligation to protect the privacy of the information provider. The defendant's lawyer, please do not ask invalid questions."

"Okay." His reaction was within Yuji's expectations. The young female lawyer nodded in agreement. "As we all know, Yuichi Atobe competed with the current chairman, Keiichi Atobe, for the chairmanship of the Atobe Zaibatsu in his early years. Although he failed, he has been unwilling to be inferior to others all these years. After the next successor, Keigo Atobe, entered the core of the power of the chaebol, Yuichi Atobe became even more ambitious. The two have been resentful for a long time. Not only did he gain considerable power with his years of accumulation in the chaebol, he also cultivated some forces in the underworld, and formed a close relationship with his illegitimate son Hasegawa, who has already mastered the core power of Hasegawa Company. Hasegawa and Yuichi Atobe colluded with each other and wanted to make a comeback and seize the position of the leader of the Atobe Zaibatsu. Unfortunately, Yuichi Atobe died suddenly due to a serious illness, and all his power was inherited by Hasegawa Shu. In order to attack Atobe Jingyi and his son and bring down the Atobe Zaibatsu, Hasegawa Shu deliberately provided the prosecutor with the news that Yuichi Atobe used the account of his company to conduct illegal transactions with black funds and made huge profits, forcing the Atobe Zaibatsu to take responsibility for it. In order to cover up his tracks, he even ordered people to kidnap secretary Kei Ichikawa, who had helped him in the past, and killed him at a critical moment to silence him. "

"Your Honor." She paused and continued to the judge: "The above is my opinion on the whole incident. Regardless of whether the inference is correct or not, there is strong evidence to prove that the fact that the prosecutor accused me of participating in illegal transactions of black funds at that time, although it existed, was not the subjective behavior of the consortium. Vice President Yuichi Atobe used his position to participate in money laundering transactions, and Hasegawa Company's young master Hasegawa Shu was an accomplice and behind-the-scenes beneficiary of the whole incident. I was just deliberately used and framed by the criminals. Even if there is a responsibility for poor supervision, I should not bear the main responsibility for this case. The ultimate responsibility for this case should be borne by Hasegawa Shu, the biggest beneficiary of the money laundering transaction and the suspected intentional homicide. Please judge impartially!" The

woman stood at the defense table and spoke impassionedly. Her words were sonorous and powerful. At the end, she bowed deeply. When she came to her senses, the audience was silent.

She looked down at the watch on her wrist. It was already ten thirty.

When there were only three seconds left on the countdown screen on the instrument, Yuuji Oshitari finally completed the final repair work.

He put down the tweezers in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, remove the artificial heart-lung device."

The nurse beside him nodded, removed the complicated device, and then waited for the heart to be resuscitated.

For a moment, the operation was silent. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like a long time.

After a long time, the red heart in the chest suddenly began to beat, once, twice, three times...

Asano Rima almost lost her voice.

Oshitari Yuushi was unaware, staring at the beating heart, and after a long time, he slowly said:

"The left ventricular repair operation is over."

There was scattered applause beside the operating table.

The following suturing went very smoothly.

About thirty minutes later, Atobe was pushed out of the operating room and sent to the intensive care unit.

"Send him to the intensive care unit for observation first. If he recuperates well, he can be discharged in about two months."

When he came out, Atobe Keiichi was already waiting at the door, as if a big stone in his heart had finally been lifted, with a look of relief in his eyes: "Thank you, Yushi."

"Uncle, you are too polite." Oshitari had not had time to change out of his surgical gown. He only took off his hat and mask. There were faint beads of sweat on his forehead, and he felt a little cool when the wind blew. Suddenly he remembered something, "The court, the verdict hasn't come out yet?"

"Ah." Atobe Keiichi was silent for a moment, "Probably still have to wait for a while."

"Regarding the case of the Atobe Zaibatsu suspected of illegal black money transactions, this court has conducted a detailed trial and investigation and now makes the following ruling: The Atobe Zaibatsu suspected of money laundering transactions has been found to be true. Vice President Atobe Yuichi and his son Hasegawa Shuu colluded with each other to participate in illegal transactions and profited from them. They are the main responsible persons in this case. Although the board of directors of the foundation is suspected of improper supervision, it does not bear the main responsibility for this case. In addition, regarding the investigation of other responsible persons, because Atobe Yuichi himself has passed away, this court and the prosecution will reopen the case against another main responsible person, Hasegawa Shuu, for suspected money laundering and intentional instigation of murder."

The court's verdict was not officially issued until noon. When the poker-faced judge read the verdict in court, the entire court was silent. Only when the last word fell to the ground did the scattered applause sound.

Youji felt that his straight back was almost stiff. It took a long time for him to come back to his senses. He even had the urge to cry in his heart.

When she came out, the narrow corridor was already crowded with reporters who had been waiting for a long time. The flashing spotlights almost blinded her eyes.

"Lawyer Terajima, please say a few words!"

"Lawyer Terajima, as the attorney for this case and the wife of the president of the Atobe chaebol, how do you feel now?"

The questions asked by journalists are always aggressive. Tezuka Kunimitsu beside her frowned and looked at her: "Sakai and I will block this place, you go first."

She nodded, took out her sunglasses and put them on. Just then, Takuma Akiyama rushed over and blocked the microphones extended by the media for her, and moved out with difficulty.

The mobile phone in her hand suddenly rang. She hurriedly picked it up, and heard the lazy Kansai accent of Oshitari.

"Hey, Yuki."

Her footsteps paused, and the noisy world seemed to stop instantly.

"What's up?"

The voice of the other end of the ninjutsu was gentle and ethereal, but it had a soul-stirring power: "Success."

The woman did not speak for a long time, and stopped for a long time. Suddenly, she had the urge to cry.

"Madam, this way." It was not

until Akiyama reminded her that she came back to her senses.

She took the emergency passage next to her and the car was waiting at the back door.

She hurriedly got into the car. The black Lincoln started and honked sharply. She drove through the crowded streets of Ginza. She buried her face in her arms and leaned on her knees for a long time without raising her head.

After a long time, the car stopped at the door of the Tokyo University Hospital. She raised her head and there were faint traces of tears on the edge of her sunglasses.

"Madam." Akiyama was slightly stunned and handed over the tissue.

The woman paused for a moment before taking it: "Thank you."

Atobe had been placed in a sterile ward. The effect of the anesthetic had not yet faded. Through the glass door, she could only see the side face of the quilt that was mostly covered by the quilt from a distance. It was not clear, but it felt very peaceful.

"After a period of observation, you can be discharged after the wound heals."

Oshitari had changed out of his surgical uniform and stood aside in a white coat. He glanced at the woman's face while speaking. The tears she had shed when she came here had already been wiped away, leaving only a slight redness at the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you, Oshitari." Yuki nodded calmly.

"The isolation time in the sterile ward will be 24 hours, and the visit may be tomorrow.

" Yuki nodded slightly, knowing what she had said, but shook her head gently: "In this way, my mission is also completed."

Oshitari heard the implication of her words, frowned and wanted to say something, but the woman sighed, raised her eyes and looked inside the door again, then slowly retracted her gaze and turned to walk to the other end of the corridor.

"Madam?" Akiyama Takuma felt something was wrong and shouted.

She stopped, without looking back, and a smile curved at the corner of her mouth: "No longer, madam."

As if she remembered something again, she turned around, her eyes touched her fingertips and paused for a moment, and then took off the exquisite diamond ring on it.

"This, return it to him for me."

"Madam." Akiyama's eyes, which were always calm and serious, flashed with a trace of uneasiness, as if he wanted to explain something, "Actually, Master Jingwu..."

"I know." She interrupted him, her words were dull, but decisive, leaving no room for negotiation, "Let's do it this way."

Then she turned and walked to the end of the corridor

. Her black windbreaker was blown up by the empty breeze, and the sound of her high heels hitting the ground was sonorous and powerful.

Walking out of the building, it was noon. The sun above her head cast a not-so-hot light through the cracks in the clouds. The double cherry blossoms blooming along the way were like colorful clouds and mist. The warm spring breeze blew through layer by layer, leaving a colorful field of fallen petals.

She raised her head, the towering white hospital building was like a giant tower, the pale sunlight shone into her eyes, not dazzling, but there was a moist liquid slowly overflowing from the corners of her eyes, flowing down her cheeks.

At this point, everything ended.

Like two different straight lines, they meet, intersect, and then go their separate ways.

Atobe Keigo, Sayonara.

Oshitari Yuushi leaned against the window of a tall building, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and quietly watched the woman's back gradually go away until she disappeared, her dark blue hair drooping under her eyelids, and only a faint sigh could be heard from the bottom of his heart.