It’s been a while since the last transfer. I’m going to see that prosecutor again. In the morning, as I left the police station and turned left at the first corner, I saw a bunch of reporters. I thought, “They got me. They’re taking pictures again.” There were also a lot of reporters waiting at the Kojimachi police station. I figured they were there to get shots of me since I had been re-arrested. But later, I found out that wasn’t the case (I wrote this part on 11/18).
I ended up talking with the prosecutor for a long time. She’s sharp, as expected. Strangely enough, talking with her is when I feel the most at ease and able to vent my frustrations. It’s an odd feeling.
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久々の押送。またあの検事に会う。朝、警察署を出て、最初の角を左折する時、たくさんの報道陣がいるのを見つけた。「ヤられた。また撮られた」と思った。こうじまち警察署にも大勢の報道陣が待ち構えていた。再逮捕された後だし、俺の画を抜きにきたのだと思った。が、後日、それが違うとわかった（この文は11/18に書いたものである）。
検事とはとにかく長く話した。あの検事はやはりキレ者である。彼女と話している時が一番気楽でうっぷんが晴らせる。不思議な感じだ。
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