No.5 Interrogation room

Franked by the police officer, I was sitting in the car. The car got off the motor-way. “We are arriving soon. So I’ll cuff you,” said one of them. The handcuffs were heavy and cold.
“Oguro, reporters are gathering,” said the officer sitting on the assistant driver’s seat. He was talking with someone over his mobile phone.
“Oh, no!”
When I heard the word “reporter”, I soon visualized TV shows that covered a wide variety of topics. The idea of a rush of TV cameras came into my mind. I imagined the scene where reporters were confronting me with microphones and mobbed me. My mind was occupied by letters “Ka-ku-ma-ru” which I had seen in the warrant to search a house. “Am I a member of Kakumaru? Do the media come to report on the arrest of the Kakumaru member?” My car was running around the same place. It seemed that the police were taking stock of the situation.
The police officer sitting on my left took off his own jacket and said, “Wear this, because there are reporters.” I accepted it. Now that I think about it, I behaved as if I had been a true culprit. In addition, I don’t know if the media were there. I wonder if the reporters come to collect such a news material even though Kakumaru members are arrested. However, at that time I didn’t have such doubts.
The car arrived at an underground motor park. We went up from there by a small elevator. I came to a place like a school with a beige wall. But the building was different from schools. It had a cold and dull atmosphere.
My brain stopped working. I felt unsteady. I had almost no room to think about anything. From the very beginning I did nothing to be considered a crime. I didn’t have a feeling like “Finally the police found me.” Instead I was unsteady from severe shock caused by the fact that I was arrested. I repeated in my mind “I will be released in a few days!” In a few days! That was my only comfort.
After getting out of the lift, we walked to the left, then turned right at the end of the corridor and once again turned right. I saw silver-colored duralumin doors in a row. I entered one of them. The room was as small as a four-tatami (mat) room, and was a bleak room with only a desk and chairs. I knew this was an interrogation room. I was ordered to sit down on the chair far from the door.