Dear Lawyer | Jikook ff

33 - Reporters (ii)

Chen Zhang made good on his word. After he talked about the grey channels for genetic modification, he didn't speak a word more. Somehow or other, even though the intern before him looked very gentle and polite, he felt that this intern could swallow people whole the moment he opened his mouth.

He kept feeling that a single misstep and he would be played like a fiddle by the other person. Therefore, he simply shut up, putting up a determined front not to speak of what happened that night on Yaba Island. Or, put another way, that he was determined to bear this crime.

So, for the last three minutes, the visiting room was pindrop silent.

He didn't say anything and unexpectedly, that intern didn't grow anxious. He didn't even attempt to pry further. Instead, he looked the picture of calm as he sipped his water, gazing down at his fingers.

"..."

And now, it was instead Chen Zhang who felt particularly awkward.

He totally didn't expect that he would end up being the one fidgeting in silence, while the intern seated opposite him, ever so calmly, admired his fidgeting.

In the end, the person to rescue him was the warden who came in.

That tall and sturdy warden wore a tiger-fierce face, saying gruffly, "Hey! Time's up, stop talking—"

Right after shouting this, he then realised that no one in the visiting room was talking in the first place...

And the weirdest thing was that the suspect, Chen Zhang, had 'goddamnit you're finally here' written all over his face, gazing upon at him like he was the saviour of the world, more than eager to get back to his cell.

The warden, "...What did you two talk about?"

He asked 'you two', but his gaze was only directed to Jimin.

Jimin stood up. He pushed his glass of water forwards, saying with a smile, "We had a very interesting conversation. But, Mr Warden, if you keep asking, you'll be breaking the law."

Over here, the meetings between lawyers and their clients were not monitored by wiretaps. Naturally, there wasn't any need to divulge the contents of their conversation to the warden. On the contrary, if the warden insisted on asking too many questions, he would be sent to the interrogation room for tea.

The warden's face immediately grew fiercer. "Oh. It was just a casual question, you'd better not tell me. I don't want to know."

With this, he patted Chen Zhang's shoulder. "Let's go."

Chen Zhang raised his head, giving him a despairing look like he was in mourning.

The warden, "..."

"I'm not dead, whose grave are you visiting?" He reprimanded in a less forceful tone, feeling that the suspect looked too pitiful.

Chen Zhang meekly bore the rebuke, never saying anything back nor showing any expression he shouldn't have. He obediently stood up. His motions were a little slow, as stiff as the way he had gotten up from bed in the cell earlier.

Before taking a step, he subconsciously touched his hip before following the warden out of the door.

Jimin was packing up the paperwork he had brought with him. These were the only things that he could bring into the visiting room.

He didn't even lift his head nor was his attention even on Chen Zhang. Nevertheless, just before Chen Zhang left the room, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "Is a chronic illness acting up again? A hereditary disease?"