The hands on the clock in the courtroom already pointed to 1:53.

It has been nearly 4 hours since the trial started at 10 a.m. sharp. The trial has continued continuously, rarely even taking a break. No one present has had lunch. However, even if such a high-intensity trial continues,

The court investigation phase is still not over.

Judge Takanashi, who was sitting on the bench, had a slightly tired look on her face. She knew that the court would never end today no matter what. Then she spoke softly, signaling for the attorneys on both sides to quiet down, and said:

"In view of time constraints, the first court hearing of Shimokawa's copyright infringement dispute case against Fujimura, Kyoto University, and Kyoto University Press has concluded."

"Click", a crisp sound.

The gavel struck.

The first trial came to an abrupt end during the presentation of evidence.

Hearing the sound of the gavel, Utsunomiya breathed a sigh of relief. During the evidence session, Kitahara had already produced the third draft of Shimokawa's proofreading. So from this trial to the second trial,

There will be enough time left for yourself to study the third draft edited by Shimokawa.

In other words, the opponent's secret weapon is now gone.

He also submitted the application for ordering documentary evidence, but the court did not agree on the spot.

From now on, this Beiyuan can no longer form a surprise attack on itself.

However, after breathing a long sigh of relief, Utsunomiya's expression changed again. He unconsciously questioned himself - why... he felt relieved.

After discovering this problem, Utsunomiya's face became even gloomier.

Because, the reason why I feel relieved is very simple.

The male lawyer opposite caused pressure on himself.

Yes, a young lawyer who just graduated actually created pressure on himself during the trial.

Utsunomiya looked coldly at the figure on the plaintiff's bench, clenching his fists slightly as if he had suffered some humiliation.

The next court hearing will definitely defeat you!

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…

After the trial ended, Kitahara asked Miyagawa to pack up the materials. He walked out of the court first and turned to a remote corner of the corridor. After cautiously confirming that no one was around, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Sakagami, I have a favor to ask of you." Kitahara's eyes flashed with slyness, "Please help me check the borrowing records of these libraries and archives, including Bunri Library and Osaka University Library.

, Kobe University Library, Wenchang Special Collections Room, and Dongzhi Archives.”

A rather lazy female voice came from the phone, as if she had just woken up from sleep, "Why are you instructing me to do work for you again? Why should I do this for you?"

The female voice spoke in a confused manner, and every word seemed to stick together.

Kitahara didn't pay attention, just smiled softly, and then said: "The person who wants to inquire is called Fujimura Kayo."

The "Application for Ordering the Defendant to Submit Documentary Evidence" submitted by Kitahara to the court today actually has two purposes. On the one hand, it is to test the attitude of the court, and on the other hand, it is a bait.

A kind of bait that provokes a reaction from the opponent.

There is no doubt that after Utsunomiya returns today, he will definitely prepare materials based on the application he submitted, just in case the court really approves his application.

At that time, what is the difference between the materials submitted by Utsunomiya and the materials collected by Sakagami?

This will be an interesting scene.

The corners of Beiyuan's mouth were slightly raised, as if he was in a grand banquet, quietly waiting for the opening of this huge banquet...

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…

In the evening, 7:38.

Kyoto University, Graduate School of Humanities, Office of the Dean.

Utsunomiya was the only one in the room.

He sat on the sofa and opened a bottle of expensive foreign wine that Fujimura had placed in the office on his own initiative. A faint aroma came from the glass and gradually filled the entire room.

Utsunomiya is waiting for Fujimura.

Judging from today's court session, Fujimura did not tell him the truth. Many of the words Fujimura said in past communications now seem to be trying to hide something.

Catalog arrangement, and base selection.

Even though Utsunomiya was on the opposite side of Kitahara, when he saw these two pieces of evidence presented, he felt a little shaken in his heart. In other words, he had also begun to think that Fujimura might indeed be copying the results of Shimokawa Nodoka. If

If this is true, then this lawsuit will be terrible.

At this moment, he was not sure how much thunder Fujimura would lay for him.

On the table is a copy of the third draft edited by Shimokawa. The sheets of snow-white A4 paper are as thick as three fists when laid down.

Utsunomiya looked at these manuscripts coldly and continued to think in his heart. If Fujimura really copied Shimokawa's proofreading results, how many parts would he copy?

To some extent, Utsunomiya believed that this powerful dean must not be an idiot.

Even if you are copying other people's proofreading results, you should at least know how to make slight adjustments.

However, when he thought about the almost identical catalog layout, Utsunomiya frowned again and felt that things were a little difficult to handle.

If this current case is to continue, a thorough investigation of Fujimura must be conducted.

We must know whether he actually borrowed the academic results directly from Shimokawa.

This is the reason why I directly made an appointment with Fujimura to meet in the office tonight after the court session today.

It is necessary to have a "heart-to-heart" conversation with the dean.

Otherwise, the impact of this case may be beyond one's control.

Utsunomiya raised his wrist again and glanced at his watch. The meeting time was about 6:30. Now, Fujimura is almost an hour late.

But that's okay.

Just sit here and wait.

Every time Fujimura is late for an hour, he opens a bottle of wine in his office.

It was unusually quiet in the office. Utsunomiya didn't turn on the lights and just sat like this. All the light in the room came from the street lights next to the campus walkway. You could also vaguely hear the laughter from the students outside. All of this was the same as today's meeting.

The fierce confrontation in the court formed a sharp contrast.

I don't know how long I have been waiting.

Outside the office, there was a sound of footsteps.

Fujimura carried his briefcase and came to the door of the office. Today, Professor Utsunomiya made an appointment with him. It was now past 10 o'clock in the evening, so he probably wasn't waiting for him anymore.

However, as he entered the office, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from inside. Fujimura immediately frowned when he smelled the pungent smell. What's going on?!

Fujimura immediately reached out and pressed the light switch.

The lights come on.

But I saw the sofa.

Several bottles of foreign wine have been placed staggered beside the small table in front. A figure is sitting on the sofa, and a strong smell of alcohol emanates from his body. His face is red, and he seems to be a little tired.

Drunk. However, those eyes were staring at Fujimura who walked into the office soberly.
Chapter completed!