No.6 I’m not a Kakumaru member

It seemed to be lunch time. Two rolls of bread and sweet juice was served. I drank juice, but bread didn’t pass my lips.
“Now it’s time to start investigation.”
There were two interrogators. I noticed that they were different from those who had come to my house. The detectives offered a “List of criminal facts” to me. A total of 15 alleged criminal facts were listed with dates and locations. In the seven cases of them I found my name. I thought, “So many names of mine!”
I read the first description, but it was far beyond my recollection. I was believed to be an assailant to Mr. Y. How could I inflict pain on my fellow? As Mr. Y. was one of my coworkers, I saw him every time. If I was asked when I saw him, it was difficult for me to answer the question.
“Are you a Kakumaru member?” asked one of the detectives.
“No!” I answered with anger.
I am not its member from the beginning. I have never written an application for admission. The Kakumaru faction is an extremists’ group, but that’s all I knew. I felt displeased to be assumed that I was a Kakumaru member.
Then the detective wrote a “suspect’s statement” whose contents were “I wasn’t involved in what the interrogator had explained,” and “I’d like to call a legal advisor of the union.” I didn’t think of these contents. When the interrogator asked me if I wanted to call a lawyer, I said, “Yes, please. Then he wrote it in the statement. To say the truth, I didn’t know what a legal advisor of the union meant, and I secretly asked myself what that was.
I was ordered to sign and seal the document with my finger. I used my left forefinger and ink-pad. I did as told, but I didn’t know it would matter in the trial later. At that time I didn’t hesitate to seal the document as I stamped my private seal when I received a home-delivered parcel. Without explanation of its importance in the trial, the interrogator ordered me to do so.
I didn’t ask every detail because I was messed-up. I felt as if I had been walking on air. I thought it was nightmare for me to be cuffed before my wife and son. It seemed to me that I was drifting around.
After writing the statement, the interrogator engaged in chitchat. I found it was deeply unpleasant to be there with him. I repeated to ask me in my mind why I needed to be there. I was sitting on the seat situated away from the door, and the detector sat near the door, which was a little open. Then I got a fleeting view of my elder coworker through the gap. “Is that him? Why? What has happened?”