Conan: The Mechanic

On Thursday, December 1, in the cafeteria of Tokyo Institute of Technology.

"This field... Honestly, I'm not an expert," said a middle-aged man in a suit in his fifties, sitting across from Qian Yu. "However, I can communicate for you, and let you meet with one of my junior and junior brothers who have more research in this area."

"Then it couldn't be better!" Qianyu nodded hurriedly. "Sure enough, I'm still a little inaccurate in this regard—"

Sitting in front of Qianyu is his professor—he has provided a lot of help to Qianyu whether it was when he went abroad to apply, or now.

While they were chatting about academic issues, the professor turned his attention to the TV on the side.

"?" Qian Yu turned around and found that the TV was on the legal channel, and the content turned out to be a piece of news that even he knew a little bit about.

[Breaking real-time news! ! ! Just now, the Hakamada Yan Shizuoka District Court decided to suspend the execution and detention of Ishida]

Hakamada Yan? This seems to be the case that the concubine aunt took over before, but because of this, even the office was attacked...

Just when Chiba recalled this, the screen had already cut to the interview video.

"Blood shirts and other items of clothing found more than a year after the incident were once considered the strongest evidence to convict," said one person labeled [Shizuoka District Court Presiding Judge]. The man said this on the screen. "But now, we have found that the concerns that the clothing was in fact fabricated evidence cannot be reassured.

"He was convicted because of evidence that may have been fabricated by the investigative body, so I think further detention of him is intolerable and goes against the most basic things of justice."

"What?" Sitting across from him, the professor glanced at Qian Yu. "Are you interested in this too?"

"Ah, yes," Qianyu nodded quickly. "That... a friend of mine, her mother is in the legal aid team of Hakata Yan, so I have some concerns about this matter..."

"That's good, she's a hero," the professor nodded approvingly. "To be honest, this case was a complete framing from the very beginning, and Hakada Yan was innocent from the very beginning!"

When the professor expressed his opinion, Chiyu suddenly remembered why he had such a big opinion on this matter-although the professor finally chose to major in mechanical engineering, his dream was to be a lawyer. Since he is a lawyer... he must be very disgusted with this kind of case where the prosecutor may have forged evidence, and subconsciously lock his position on the defense side.

However, at this point in time, maybe they should also be paying attention to this matter? Or... maybe they're keeping a close eye on this at a closer distance?

……

Qianyu's guess was correct. In this kind of matter, Fei Yingli got the news much faster than an ordinary person like him.

Katsushika Ward, Tokyo Detention Center.

On this day, a large group of people gathered at the door, which was usually very quiet. Some of them were reporters, some were lawyers, and some were enthusiastic viewers who had learned the news from well-informed relatives and friends.

In the place closest to the door, there was an old lady who seemed to be over sixty years old. She was the sister of Yan Hakada, Hideko. After getting the news in advance from the court, she rushed here from Shizuoka. Greeting his younger brother who has been imprisoned for nearly 30 years.

Behind her are the lawyers who provided them with legal aid—the one closest to her is because she is also a woman and has made a lot of credit in the process of the case.

"They..." Ms. Hideko asked Fei Yingri next to her in a low voice after glancing at the reporters who were staring at them. "How long will it take Ah Yan to..."

"It should be fine soon," Fei Yingri smiled and comforted Ms. Hideko. "According to my classmate, the final procedures are in progress, and he will be able to come out soon, so please be patient."

"Okay," Ms. Hideko was a little excited, and even her hands trembled. "No rush, no rush... just be patient."

Just when the crowd outside was so restless, I don't know that the sharp-eyed person noticed the movement inside the detention center first.

"I'm coming!"

"!" Ms. Hideko and Fei Eri immediately looked forward like a conditioned reflex.

As far as their eyes could see, two police officers accompanied an old man who was a little staggering walking out from the door of the detention center-no doubt, this was exactly the Hakada Yan they were waiting for.

"Ah Yan..." Ms. Hideko murmured. "Ayan..."

"Ms. Hideko..." Fei Yingri gently supported Ms. Hideko's arm. "Don't worry, he'll be out soon."

"Help me there," Mrs. Hideko glanced at Concubine Yingri. "I think it should be possible, right?"

"..." Fei Yingli glanced at the guard guarding the iron gate in front of them—this is the detention center~www.readwn.com~of course there is such a configuration-the guard.

"I'm sorry, I can understand your feelings very well," the guard sighed. "But I also hope you will be considerate of us."

"Madam, don't worry," Fei Yingli sighed in her heart and began to persuade Madam Hideko. "You've been waiting for nearly thirty years, and it's just another thirty seconds, so why worry too much?"

"Okay, don't be in a hurry..." Madam Hideko just stared at her younger brother who was walking outside, pretending to be calm. "Don't be in a hurry... I've been waiting for 28 years, don't be too anxious, don't be too anxious..."

While muttering to herself like this, tears gradually filled her eyes.

In the increasingly blurred vision, she watched her brother get closer and closer.

Until the end, the policeman who accompanied Hakata Yan out opened a small door on the railing gate and motioned for Hakata Yan to go out on his own.

Before Madam Hideko could speak, Fei Yingri helped her to go there. It was not until Mrs. Hideko finally broke into tears with Hakada Yan that she stepped back a little and looked at the two in front of her with extremely relieved eyes.

From 1966 to the present, a full 28 years have passed. It was just the evidence fabricated by a prosecutor for his small successful prosecution resume, who imprisoned an innocent large living person in prison for 28 years on the charge of the death penalty. From the age of 30 to 58, the most powerful 28 years of his life were spent in prison.

Until now, there is finally a judge willing to pick up the file again, take another look at the document that has long been clear, and then come to an obvious conclusion that a fool can draw.