I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

On the way to the hospital, Kazuma began to hum and digest experience points as usual.

This time he hummed the Indiana Jones theme song, mainly because the policewoman said that he was like Dr. Indiana Jones when he was chasing cars.

So Kazuma digested experience points twice tonight, and hummed the theme song of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Next he was going to try out those religious songs.

Using Kalashnikov while humming "Strange Grace", this actual combat experience must have skyrocketed.

Now, when I look at Kazuma, the actual combat has risen by one level again, and it seems that the effects of Indiana Jones's song are not bad.

However, after he has a certain level, it will be very difficult to increase in actual combat.

Looking at the street fights, it rose less than the car chasing just now.

After thinking about it carefully, in the process of saving Amao, Kazuma patronized and avoided bullets, but actually didn't hit anyone.

Originally, Kazuma thought that I could get some entries related to flash bullets, but it didn't.

It seems that there are not enough bullets.

When will Kazuma have the flashing bullet ability like "The Matrix" Rinho...

Estimated to be early.

Kazuma feels that I should first practice until the Suzuki butler jumps directly from the helicopter without being injured before considering this.

**

The hospital arrived, and the news from Kazuma Amao was still in a coma, but he was out of danger.

"I'm still in a coma now, mainly because the body is overdrawn." The attending doctor said calmly, "As long as I continue to supplement my nutrition, the problem is not big. As for when I can wake up, I can't give an accurate time. It's almost two days. Right."

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief, but the Suzuki butler took out a small gift bag and stuffed it into the hands of the attending doctor: "Professor Cai Qian, you have worked hard."

Professor Cai Qian accepted the gift package calmly: "Where and where, the Nanjo family's support for this hospital has saved countless lives, so this hospital naturally does its best to help the patients of the Nanjo family."

Watching all this, Kazuma suddenly remembered a lot of Japanese dramas exposing the dark side of Japan's medical treatment, such as the white giant tower, the medical dragon, and the abnormal death with a touch of edge.

Professor Cai Qian turned to Kazuma: "Kiryu-kun, do you want to go in to see the condition of your apprentice?"

Just as Kazuma was about to answer, I heard Honami Nanjo's voice from behind: "Kazuma!"

Then there was the voice of Mikako: "Kazuma!"

Kazuma turned his head and saw Mikako pushing the wheelchair carrying Chiyoko, followed by Nanjo and a large number of bodyguards.

Kazuma: "When I handed over my sister to the police, she didn't break her leg?"

Chiyoko showed a weak smile: "Now I haven't broken my leg either, I'm just being asked by them not to force myself."

Kazuma gave a "Oh" and then realized that there was a missing person.

"We... Where's the egg?"

Nanjo replied: "She said that the entrance guard of the house is about to arrive, so I sent someone to send her home first. Don't worry, I sent people around the Jingong Temple and the fruit shop. They and the fruit shop have their own workshops. There are dozens of them. No.’s resident helper."

Kazuma nodded.

Jingong Temple is indeed the eldest lady, but it is not as wide as Nanjo, and the origin of truth is probably longer than Nanjo's family.

Nanjo: "By the way, I also took Mikako's parents to the dojo for protection."

Kazuma:? ? ? ?

No, what do you mean by bringing Meijiazi’s parents to the dojo? Did I see my parents directly when I got home?

Is there such an operation?

Mei Jiazi stuck out her tongue: "My mother is happy, and my dad is sad."

Kazuma: "And now I suddenly don't want to go home."

"Oh, I didn't really see my parents, I told them all." Mei Jiazi waved, "They already understand that we are a pure teacher-student relationship!"

Fuck, this sounds more problematic.

Kazuma: "I'll wait here for Amao to wake up."

Professor Cai Qian said immediately: "Then I can ask the head nurse to empty a nurse's lounge for you."

Kazuma always felt that Professor Cai Qian's words sounded a bit meaningful.

At this time, the Suzuki butler opened his mouth and said: "Kiryu-kun, over the years I have deeply realized how important it is for men to have a harbor where you can return with peace of mind. So you must not underestimate this aspect."

Kazuma glanced at Butler Suzuki, then at the girls, nodding: "I understand."

**

The Shiratori detective crossed the cordon with his partner Takayama detective.

He stood at the door, looked at the markings on the ground, and then looked up at the water tower in the distance.

"This is the sniper spot, where the two prisoners were directly headshot to death." The technician who was still collecting evidence looked up and explained.

"Is the rifle recovered?" Shiratori asked.

The Daxi Interpol, who was in charge of the scene, just came out of the factory at this time, so he replied: "Recovered, it's like leaving it there and asking us to recycle it deliberately."

The mountain detective asked suspiciously: "Why did it deliberately?"

"Because there is no way to recover the warhead, we will use the warhead to confirm the type, model, and rifling characteristics of the firearm." This time the Shiratori Interpol replied, "This gun is no longer necessary, it is a cumbersome."

At this time, Sakuma, who was in charge of the on-site command, walked out of the yard: "Oh, Shiratori, long time no see. Now it's time to need your expertise and experience again."

Shiratori glanced at Sakuma: "You are actually in charge. I thought it was Baramaki. My professional knowledge and experience told me that this is a Korean gang disorder."

"really?"

Shiratori: "For me, there is no difference between North and South. We will all call them Koreans."

Speaking, the Shiratori detective gently pushed Sakuma away and entered the factory. He glanced at it and muttered: "The slaughterhouse, I guess it's organ sales. The gang from the north is either organ sales or narcotics. They use this to exchange U.S. dollars.

"How many organs were found?"

Sakuma pointed to the temporary place opened by the forensic department nearby. Many technicians were busy on the plastic sheet spreading on the ground, identifying the frozen organs.

"So few? This is a backup place. With such a heavy firepower gang, there must be a factory that has matured." The Shiratori detective frowned.

Sakuma: "Yes, we also think there must be at least one place. We also think that the gang killed by your old acquaintance Kiryuu Kazuma is going to tie his sister to that place."

The Shiratori detective heard about the bravery of Kiryuu Kazuma before he came, and at this time he could only scratch his head: "This guy, he hasn't become a detective yet, so he is so popular. He will enter the Metropolitan Police Department in the future. All my colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department have to fight every day with all kinds of monsters and ghosts."

"Your old acquaintance also reminded the PMC of Nanjo's family who first arrived at the scene to inspect the mouths of the two prisoners and take out the cyanide dentures." Sakuma was stunned, "If his previous files were so clean and reliable. , I would definitely think he was a hidden agent of a certain intelligence agency."

The Shiratori detective curled his lips, and then made a gesture to the Takayama detective: "Let's go and take a look inside the factory."

Gao Shan nodded.

Shiratori led the mountain and went in.

Sakuma just looked at them without stopping.

After entering the factory, the Takayama detective asked, "Should we not collect more information from that Sakuma?"

"I tell you, never trust the spies. They will never tell you the truth. They either have reservations or lie to you."

The Shiratori detective put on his gloves while speaking.

"Also, I remind you that the people from the CIA should come after a while and see men in sunglasses who are out of line with the whole scene, when they don't exist."

"understand."

The Shiratori detective began to check the scene.

"Tsk, there are a lot of bullet holes. Judging from the bullet holes on the ground and on the wall, someone shot at this position..." The Shiratori detective stood in a position and pointed to his feet, "What did he hit? What is this figure on the ground? Who?"

There are human figures drawn in chalk by the forensic department on the ground, with signs next to them.

There are several bullet holes in the center of the ground circled by chalk.

"This person also made up the gun angrily, obviously very emotional, why?" Shiratori detective continued to ask.

No one can answer.

Onishi Interpol said, "I suggest you wait for Shigeru Ikeda, who has experienced the incident, to wake up before asking him. But I'm not sure if Gongan will give you a chance to ask. Those people... are always talking about them.

"I feel that this time the incident will be covered up with a gas explosion or something."

"Such fierce gunfire, say gas explosion?" The mountain detective was speechless.

"As long as the media is well controlled, it doesn't matter whether the surrounding residents hear gunshots or gas explosions. What they say to others is at best regarded as bragging, and it is distorted when it reaches the second person.

Daxi Interpol said disapprovingly.

The Shiratori detective snorted: "Those reporters, although they don't want to admit it, they do have the power to shape the truth. And they are probably more willing to follow the stories that happened in the secluded neighborhoods here. The thrill of the chase.

"I bet the script will be sent to Toei's production committee tomorrow, maybe the lead actor will be Takakura Ken."

**

At the same time, in front of Tomachime Koyama bag.

"Ah, I have it. Sure enough, Kazuma took the wrong path last time. He probably didn't see clearly at night." Jinguji Tamamo quickly walked towards the statue of Jizo Bodhisattva standing quietly on the side of the road. The red scarf hidden in the dark night is extremely bright and dazzling.

"At night, it rains again, so it's normal to admit the wrong way."

Jinguji said that he opened the small package in his hand and took out the exquisite Japanese confectionery from it.

"My home is a Japanese confectionery, and the tribute will never be mistaken. Please accept it."

Jingongji Yuzao placed the tribute, folded his hands, closed his eyes and prayed quietly for a while.

After praying, she opened her eyes, her bright pupils reflecting the moonlight.

She stood up, turned around and looked at the lights of Tokyo in the night.

"Tonight... it's really not peaceful."

The night wind blows, and the surrounding night seems to be thicker, and it seems that even the light of the street lamp is limited to the range of illumination.

In such a dark night, anyone who saw a girl from Jingongji Yuzao standing alone on this gloomy road would be frightened in a cold sweat.

But Yuzao at Jingong Temple was not afraid, probably because she often sneaked out of her home like this and visited various spiritual places, she had become accustomed to it.

**

One night passed quickly. Early the next morning, when I went to bed with Kazuma, I heard the noise in my yard.

He got dressed in confusion, and went to the dojo to see what happened when he got out of the bedroom, only to ran into Mrs. Fujii who might be helping to prepare breakfast--that is, Mikako's mother.

"Morning, Master Kiryu." Keiko Fujii smiled, "Are you going to wash your face?"

"Uh..." Kazuma is not used to it.

Ms. Fujii Keiko is already looking at her son-in-law. It is obvious that her mother is very aggressive compared to Salted Fish Mikako. Yesterday this aunt planned to stuff her daughter into the bedroom of Kazuma.

Obviously Nanjo Honami also stayed at the dojo overnight.

"What is arguing outside?" Kazuma changed the subject.

"Ah, a lot of reporters came here. Your sister Chiyoko went out to sweep the floor in the morning, but she was dragged and couldn't come back. The reporters have asked until now.

When I heard Kazuma, he hurriedly said: "Oh, then I have to go and save Chiyoko."

Then he ran away from Aunt Keiko Fujii without looking back.

Kazuma came out from the side of the dojo to the courtyard. As soon as he turned the corner of the house, he saw Chiyoko being blocked by a group of reporters with long guns and short cannons outside the main entrance.

"Miss Chiyoko! Tell us what your brother is like!"

"Miss Chiyoko~www.readwn.com~ After you were arrested yesterday, what did you do?"

"Miss Chiyoko!"

When I heard Kazuma, I was furious: What the hell, why did you still ask if you were caught after being caught?

So he angrily stepped forward and shouted: "You have enough! Don't harass my sister!"

The reporters turned their heads to look at Kazuma, and someone shouted: "It's him! The Kuixingqi personal victory photo released by the All Swords League is him!"

So reporters flocked to Kazuma, but several reporters gave up on the big news of Kazuma and continued to inquire about Chiyoko.

"Mr. Kiryuu Kazuma! Can you tell me who you defeated yesterday?"

"Mr. Kiryuu Kazuma! You smashed so many roofs yesterday. Who will pay the compensation?"

"What kind of experience is it to run to catch up with the escaped van?"

Kazuma also froze for a while, this scene is a bit scary.

But Kazuma immediately took out the experience accumulated in his previous life as a business representative and began to talk: "I don't know who the kidnapping of my sister was yesterday, but I am sure they are not good people."

The police have urged Kazuma not to talk about firearms even if it is interviewed.

"It is said that these people have firearms, is that right?" A reporter asked which pot to open or not to lift.

"I don't know," Kazuma shook his head. "The situation was very dangerous at the time. I didn't have the energy to confirm what weapon the other party was using. There may be some modified high-power air guns."

Kazuma suddenly found out that I seemed to have the ability to open my eyes and tell lies in front of the camera.

So he continued to talk, thinking of what to say, and the reporters were dumbfounded.

Don't say it, bragging to the camera, it's pretty cool.