I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

On the Kazuma side, the first night of the school trip passed safely.

In the morning when the eight of them came to the dining room to sit down for dinner, a classmate joked: "Why do you all look sick? It was intense last night?"

"No, we did it very late last night," said one of the boys in their dormitory in Kazuma, "I feel I can go directly to the University of Tokyo now."

"Really? I don't believe it." The other boys booed, "You absolutely raided the girls' dormitory, right? Nanjo and them do internal support, it must be very simple."

"What's wrong with us?" The chairperson and Nanjo brought Okada Anri and another girl who had no impression of Kazuma into the restaurant, and asked when they heard what was said here.

"Uh, this..." The boys who were still humming just now were silent.

Kazuma looked at the girl who didn't have any impression. This seemed to be the last remaining girl from the girl group, who was pulled by Nanjo to live in the same room with him.

In other words, she is also a girl who is not seen very much by the girls in the class.

Kazuma lamented Nanjo's kindness and sat cross-legged at the small table.

The restaurant of this hotel is Japanese-style. Usually, the small tables and cushions are taken away and it is a fairly open venue for activities. After rows of small tables are placed, it becomes a dining hall.

Tawoo sat across from Kazuma, picked up the bowl and said, "I took a morning bath in the big bathhouse this morning, and while drinking milk, I heard the hotel staff say that the hotel seemed to be haunted last night. ."

Kazuma frowned: "Haunted?"

He couldn't help but glanced at the shrine Temple Tamamo, whose attention had already turned to this side, listening with his ears erected.

"Yes, haunted," Tower House continued. "It is said that there are people wearing male student uniforms wandering in the hallway. If you don't look carefully, you think they are students from North Gurdjieff College, but if you look closely, you will find that they are nervous. Uncle Xi, mumbling about something.

"But when the clerk approached the past and wanted to ask, "What can I do for you," he quickly ran away."

Kazuma: "Sounds like an uncle who got lost in a hotel at night?"

"But he is wearing a high school uniform." The tower house classmate turned to look at the classmates who were already in the dining room, "where are we classmates who look like uncles?"

Kazuma turned his head and glanced, there was indeed no, but there was a classmate who was an uncle in his heart drifting by.

At this time, the chairman said: "It should be human. This hotel is not just our group of students on school trips. There should also be students from a private school. They should leave tomorrow. Maybe they are actually students from that private school. "

Student Tower House looked strange: "Private schools, generally boys' school uniforms are suit jackets, right?"

"Recently, there is a trend that has become popular, but there are also many private schools that still use student uniforms."

Student Tower House blinked: "But even so, you have no good reason to conclude that it is a human being, right?"

"It's a human. Since the clerk has multiple testimonies that it is not an illusion or something, then he can only be a human, right? It can't be a primate like a monkey, right?"

"It could also be a ghost or..."

"The ghost does not exist." The chairman asserted, "Most of the so-called ghosts, as well as the lingsao phenomenon, will eventually prove to be scared by themselves."

"Aren't you a former member of the Supernatural Department? The Supernatural Department does not believe in ghosts?"

The chairperson said: "Yes, the activities of the Supernatural Department became an effort to explore the truth of supernatural events before I joined, and explain supernatural things with science."

Student Tawu looked at the chairman and was stunned, "Yes, is that right?"

"Yes." The chairman nodded.

Kazuma always remembers that the chairman seems to have said this before.

"But, if this is not a supernatural incident," Nanjo joined the conversation, "Doesn't that mean that there was an uncle in a student uniform who wandered in the hotel yesterday? Isn't this a very dangerous thing?"

"What you said..." Kazuma became alert.

He couldn't be unconscious, he had traveled over the past six months, and so many troubles had happened. He suspected that he had Conan's physique, but he was not as exaggerated as Conan, where he went and died.

"Let's go around the corridor later." Kazuma said.

Nanjo nodded: "Hmm. Bring the wooden knife with you?"

"of course."

It is better to have a wooden sword than nothing. Although the enemies of Kazuma in the last incident have begun to use the Deshka heavy machine gun, the big scene is like the Conan theatrical version, which can only be shown once a year.

probably.

When Kazuma thinks this way, I forget that it is 1980, the Cold War is still going on, the Soviet Union is fighting in Afghanistan, KGB and CIA spies assassinated and infiltrated each other, carrying out so-called "black operations" everywhere.

After eating, Kazuma took Nanjo with a wooden knife and started patrolling the hotel.

If the opponent is a martial artist with martial arts, Kazuma can be seen at a glance. It's a pity that most people don't have eternal BUFF and no martial arts level, which limits the scope of application of the golden finger of Kazuma.

Kazuma I hope I can see at a glance "Oh this girl cleans level 15", "This girl cooks 18", "Oh oh this girl is a bed***".

Unfortunately, there is no such good thing.

Now this golden finger serves as a role for the stand-in messengers to recognize each other. When you look at the martial artist in Kazuma, you can see the ranks and genres, and the real martial artist can feel the so-called integration of mind and skill in Kazuma .

When the two sides meet each other, maybe they have to have a fun Pokemon duel.

While Kazuma complained about his own skills, Nanjo's small talk came from his left ear to his right ear.

"Okada Anri is a little too cautious, which makes me a little uncomfortable," Nanjo said, Kazuma was not listening, "I was like a maid, am I a princess in the Sengoku period?"

Kazuma responds to the word princess: "Are you alright? No, the princess of the Warring States Period is one-tenth as good as you."

"Eh? Really? But, it depends on the princess, Mino's enchantress should be better than me, right?"

Kazuma frowns, what the **** is the enchantress of Mino? Where is Mino’s poisonous snake Saito Dozo? Wrong, Kazuma remembers that when he recites the history of the Warring States period, there was a person named Saito Dozo, and his evaluation of experience is basically the same as that of the previous life.

"Well, who is Mino's enchantress?" Kazuma couldn't help asking, "What is it?"

"You don't know? I think that when you usually review, when it comes to the predominance of the Warring States period, how can you not know this?"

Kazuma: "People are not sages, there are always knowledge blind spots."

"Saito Dozo has a daughter who is not admitted in official history, the enchantress of Mino, who once attracted dense fog and wanted to take the opportunity to attack Toyotomi Hideyoshi's fortification troops. As a result, the troops entered the fog and never returned."

Kazuma:? ? ? ?

Nanjo looked dumbfounded in Kazuma and smiled: "It seems that you are not familiar with these wild histories. It's great to finally find some history of the Warring States period that you don't know, so I can show it off to you. Do you know, the rumors say , Kenshin Uesugi..."

"It's a woman, I know." Kazuma answered in seconds.

"Why do you know this?"

Nonsense, there was this saying in the previous life.

And Kazuma me, but a diehard fan of the game Sengoku Lance.

Kazuma and Nanjo just chatted all the way and patrolled all the way, mixed with wandering in a daze, and spent the free time before school when they went out together today.

And in the utility room they were passing by, in the gap between the storage cabinet and the wall, the green light on the C4 explosive detonator was flashing lightly, and each flash was nearly a second away from the detonation.

**

Jin Ma Jianyi and Komori Yamarei go to school together early in the morning every day.

As soon as the two met, Komori Yamarei asked, "Uncle Yukino didn't come back last night?"

"Yes. He called back and said that a ‘guest’ from Tokyo is here." Jin Ma Jianyi said nonchalantly.

"Nothing will happen, right? Guests from Tokyo come over..." Komori Yamarei looked worried. "Nothing big will happen again, right?"

Jin Ma Jianyi also looked serious: "I feel that things are unusual. In my memory, my father has not lived in the police headquarters for such a long time."

"Oh," Komoriyama Rei sighed. "My father also came from Kyoto, but he has never been home since he arrived in Osaka. Does he think he is a Chinese Yu?"

Jin Ma Jianyi comforted: "Don't worry too much. Since someone from Tokyo is here, it means that it is with clues. This kind of cross-regional linkage is not common."

The police in Osaka and Kyoto, because they are geographically close and closely connected, often interact with each other.

But the Tokyo side is different. The Osaka prefectural police has always been unhappy about why the police agency in Tokyo is not called the Tokyo prefectural police, but the Metropolitan Police Department.

The people of Osaka have a competitive spirit with Tokyo. It was still under the rule of the shogunate. The small merchants and vendors in Osaka liked to wear shoes for the commissioners sent by the shogunate in Tokyo.

After the Meiji Restoration, the people of Osaka couldn't understand why the Emperor defeated the Shogunate and fell, and the Imperial Palace moved to Tokyo as a result? Why?

In addition, the high-level staff here are all graduates from Kyoto University, and the Metropolitan Police Department is mainly from the University of Tokyo, so...all you know.

The Metropolitan Police Department generally does not ask for being boring. It sends people to Osaka for business. Those who really want to chase fugitives will not jointly handle the case. Instead, they will directly hand it over to the Osaka Prefectural Police.

Send someone directly to explain that the problem is serious.

And based on the common sense that Jin Ma Jianyi had established since he was a child, he had heard of someone from Tokyo, so he guessed it was gongan.

Komori Yamarei said: "Is it a gongan from Tokyo? If that's the case, is it going to be another student's luck?"

When Komori Yamarei and the others were in elementary school, the school luck was surging. As family members of the police, they were deeply impressed by this.

"I don't know, I think it's the bomb demon." Jin Ma Jianyi was speechless.

"Why don't we go and help with the search?" Komori Yamarei said suddenly.

"Stop making trouble, what can we do to trouble my father and them. Trust him."

"But I'm just uneasy. My eyelids have been jumping this morning, and I always feel that something very bad is about to happen."

Jin Ma Jianyi looked at the girl with a worried look, and suddenly pushed her against the low wall on the side of the road without warning: "Isn't there still me? If something really happens, you and I must have no problem. , No difficulty can knock us down, even if it turns out to be Romero’s Dawn of the Living Dead, it doesn’t matter.

"I will definitely take you to meet the fathers."

Although Komori Yamarei's cheeks are red, but she speaks very coldly: "I want to remind you, at this distance, I can beat you."

After talking about it, Komori Shanrei grabbed Jin Ma Jianyi's arm in a flash, and then stopped him with a reflexive arm.

"Take it lightly, it hurts! Wrong, wrong, you are amazing! You are especially amazing! Let go of me!"

"Don't let it go! Don't let it go until the blush on my face fades!"

"You don't make sense! Oh, it's a dislocation! It's a dislocation!"

**

At this time, Osaka has woken up from sleep, the streets are full of commuting pedestrians, and the railcars are full of people.

The shops on both sides of the street also opened one after another, and the vibrant Kansai accents one after another.

Vitality permeates every part of this city.

Since the last student demonstration four years ago, Osaka has never encountered anything that could disrupt this peaceful situation.

The big explosion in Kyoto next door is nothing more than a "story" on TV and newspapers for the people of Osaka.

Li Zhenghe is buying breakfast in a convenience store downstairs from a small apartment that is used as a temporary base of operations.

He suddenly noticed that there was a very well-behaved little girl in the store, reading a book behind the counter.

Li Zhenghe glanced at the clock on the wall and knew that he was waiting for the school bus to pick up people.

"Little girl," Li Zhenghe said, speaking in an authentic Guanxi accent, "Where is the kindergarten you go to?"

The little girl is not wary, probably because Li Zhenghe's Guanxi accent sounds too kind.

She reported a list of addresses.

Li Zhenghe took a candy from the shelf and placed it among the quick foods he bought. After the little girl had finished the billing skillfully, he stuffed the candy into her hands: "Uncle gave you this. There will be a performance at the Civic Mansion this afternoon. Uncle will play a grizzly bear, remember to come and see."

The little girl grinned: "Uncle, you don't need to act, it looks alike."

"Wow~" Li Zhenghe roared in a beautiful voice, making the little girl giggled, "Remember, I'm coming."

"it is good!"

In fact, there was no performance at all, Li Zhenghe just didn't want the little girl to go home too early.

It’s too close to the "Dagen" venue. Moreover, depending on the circumstances, this place may become a bastion for Li Zhenghe and the others to resist.

It is better for the children to come back later.

As soon as Li Zhenghe went out, Xing Jishang greeted him.

"I can't see it, I heard that you kill this kind of kid without blinking your eyes."

"If she is a young soldier with a gun, or a child of someone who owes me money and doesn't pay it back, I will. But she and I haven't had a holiday, have they?"

"This……"

Xing Jishang didn't know what to say.

Li Zhenghe: "You can treat this as an artist's quirk."

"Ok."

The two went upstairs with a lot of fast food.

In the scene on the second floor now, if a policeman suddenly broke in, he would have been scared to death.

The M16s that have been prepared are arranged in a row on the long table.

For Li Zhenghe and the others, it was much harder than Kalashnikov.

But if you want to pretend to be a Korean, then of course you can't charge Kalashnikov on the street.

The Japanese secret service and the CIA knew about Li Zhenghe and their affiliation 80% of the time, but ordinary people who saw it through TV and newspapers did not know.

When they see M16, they will naturally think of the US military. Even if the government claims that this has nothing to do with the US military, the public will question why there are so many M16s and where do these M16s come from? How to prove that this was not deliberately outflow of US troops? Is there a problem with the material management of the US military?

However, how to guide the tide of public opinion is not a matter for Li Zhenghe and the others.

The KGB's public opinion warfare experts and the moles they control will complete the next task.

Li Zhenghe picked up an M16, fiddled with it, and shook his head: "Compared with this soft shape, I still like Kalashnikov's tough lines."

**

At 8:30, the students from North Geshi University got on the bus that we saw today in a noisy manner.

The chairperson whispered in the ear of Kazuma: "When you get to the second meeting point, you and Nanjo will just run away."

"Are you not going?" Kazuma asked suspiciously.

"I'm responsible for nodding. If I go, the bus won't leave, and the teachers will look for us everywhere until they pick us all out and plug them into the bus. So, it's fine for you and Nanjo to go. The same thing is true. Mikazi is in class C, she will definitely not be able to leave, because the chairman of class C is a meticulous person and will not collude with Mikazi."

Kazuma nodded.

The chairman added another sentence: "Happy date."

"...Don't you care?" Kazuma asked.

Nanjo sat on the other side of Kazuma and looked at the chairman.

"It's just a day, it's not a big deal." The chairman smiled.

Nanjo looked at the chairman's eyes a bit complicated, but she didn't say anything.

At this time, the Kimura tour guide picked up the microphone and pushed the microphone switch on, and made a harsh buzzing sound, which immediately suppressed the noise of the entire car.

"Hey, meet again. Today I am in charge of your class. I will let everyone fully experience the charm of the city of Osaka. But before that...Chairman, is the chairman there?"

The chairman stood up: "The whole class has already boarded the car, I just finished ordering."

"Okay, I see. Let's start, driver Sang, we can go."

As the voice fell, the sound of the engine that had been idling suddenly became louder, and the car began to accelerate slowly.

**

At the Osaka branch of the "Mainichi Shimbun" newspaper, the editor-in-chief Matsuto Kuoo just sat down in the office. Before the chair was warm, the white one of the two telephones on the table rang.

Large enterprises such as newspaper offices generally set up switchboards like hotels, and most of the calls coming in from outside are made to switchboards, and then the switchboard operators receive the corresponding departments.

There are very few landlines in newspapers that can directly answer external calls. These landlines and the switchboard of the newspaper do not share the same number, and they are generally not placed on the local "yellow pages".

The white one on the desk of editor Nagamatsu Tokyuu is one of the landlines that can directly answer external calls.

Basically, no one will make this call. Once it comes, it usually means that there is earth-shattering news.

Because of this, Matsuto Kauo hesitated when he heard the phone ringing quickly.

He remembered that there should be no major events that would make the phone ring recently.

Could it be... Miss Yuko?

Yuko is the little lover raised by Matsudo Kyuo. She knows the phone number of the white landline on Matsudo's desk, so that when she is bored, she can call Matsudo Kuko for a sweet phone call without worrying. Interrupted by others.

But Matsuto Kauo glanced at the wall clock, and it was only eight o'clock.

Miss Yuko should still be asleep at this time.

It can only be news.

He answered the phone: "Moses Moses?"

On the other side of the phone, there was a harsh voice that had been processed with a voice changer.

"A time bomb was planted in a hotel in Osaka Prefecture and it will explode at 8 o'clock this evening. We gave the Osaka Prefecture police twelve hours to raise 10 million U.S. dollars and put it in our designated location, otherwise the bomb will explode. Don't. Thinking of evacuating hotel guests, as soon as we find that guests have begun to evacuate, we will immediately detonate."

Songdeng Nine Clan frowned: "What?"

But the phone has been hung up over there.

Matsuto Jiu Xiong frowned, he was a little puzzled, this person came up and said this string in one breath, no matter if others could hear it...

Song Deng Jiu Xiong was speechless.

He realized that he was not the first news organization to receive a call. He did not hear clearly, so naturally other colleagues could hear clearly.

Kauo Matsuto pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly picked up the yellow internal phone: "Notify the emergency meeting. The executive editors of the Ministry of Social Information and the Ministry of Current Affairs and Information came to my office immediately. Also, let the external relations department call the Osaka Prefectural Police, Ask if today...well, if there is a report control."

He put down the phone and waited for a while, when the executive editors of the two main news departments opened the door and walked in.

"Senior Songden, what's the matter?" asked Jiulai, the executive editor of the current affairs and press department who came in first.

"You can contact the police stationed in Osaka Prefecture... No, you take someone directly over, please hurry."

The Japanese police have resident reporters. Whether it is the Metropolitan Police Department or the Osaka Prefectural Police, there is a large office dedicated to the resident reporters of major newspapers.

This group of reporters struggled with police reporters all day long. Over time, they became particularly familiar with the police situation and became experts in digging police news and interpreting police movements.

These old fritters are familiar with many criminal police officers, and sometimes their judgments on the case are even faster than those of the elite group newcomers who have just graduated from college and entered the police system.

Executive editor Jiulai nodded: "Okay, I'll set off right away. But...what are you going to interview?"

"This is what you have to figure out. Anyway, something has happened, go!"

**

After hearing the report, Jin Ma Xingxiong turned to look at the leader of the gongans who came from Tokyo on the last Shinkansen yesterday.

"Sakuma, is this this?" he asked.

Sakuma frowned and glanced at Kanamaki.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Huang scratched his head, "This seems to be a very common operation to obtain US dollar banknotes. It is not possible to directly issue cryptographic instructions."

"that……"

"Moreover," Huang Juan interrupted Jin Ma Xingxiong's words, "the number of ten million US dollars in cash with random numbers cannot be prepared in twelve hours. Five million is barely about the same. Activities for obtaining US dollar cash are generally provided. A reasonable amount that can be easily collected within the time limit.

"This was the case in the previous kidnapping of the rich Saudis. The request made over there happened to be equal to the amount of green tickets stored in the riches' own vaults."

"Is there such a way of thinking?" Jin Ma Xingxiong exclaimed.

"Yes, spies exist as the incarnation of rationality. In order to accomplish the goal, all aspects will make the most reasonable arrangements. Spies like James Bond are...not common in reality."

"I thought you would say it doesn't exist." The Komoriyama detective who was also there said.

This time, Sakuma replied: "Super spies, we can hear related rumors from time to time when we are in our business. For example, they sneaked into the U.S. military's highly-secret air base and replaced the screws on the U2 reconnaissance plane. The Soviet spy who slipped away without knowing it.

"There is also the "Firefox" who sent the pilot into the Soviet Union a few years ago and finally managed to steal the MiG-25 and relieve the entire NATO camp of MiG-25 phobia."

Huang Juan nodded: "These legends have basically no empirical evidence. We rationally prefer that this is a carefully planned spy operation rather than a feat accomplished by a single super spy, but... there is no evidence that this was not done by super spies. Our principle is that if there is no evidence to prove that it does not exist, we must raise a question mark."

Jin Ma Xingxiong: "So that's it, let's talk about the threat of explosion. If this is not their real intention, what is this for?

"It's possible." Huang Juan nodded, and then looked at the wall clock on the wall. "In a while, they should create another explosion to prove that their threat is real and a real threat."

As soon as the voice fell, someone knocked on the door of Ma Xingxiong's office.

"Come in."

As soon as Jinma Xingxiong answered the door, the door was opened, and the young detective rushed in and reported: "Jima Jingshi, reporters are beginning to gather!"

Near Ma Xingxiong stood up, opened a corner of the curtain by the window, and looked at the door of the police station.

A van with the logo of Fuji Broadcasting, one of the four major private broadcasting bureaus, was parked on the side of the road, and the female reporter in charge of the broadcast was doing makeup next to the van.

At the moment when Ma Xingxiong was observing, the second report car stopped at the entrance of the police station.

Then near Ma Xingxiong, he saw a photographer with a "long gun and short cannon" who just got off the bus at the bus stop next to the police station.

He was speechless.

"If it were me, a bomb would be detonated at the entrance of the police station at this moment." He whispered.

At this time, he noticed that the police station was opposite the gate, and a bicycle delivering ramen was parked on the side of the road. The box containing the ramen was still hanging on the back seat, but the cyclist was nowhere to be seen.

This bicycle, parked alone on the side of the road, really seems too contradictory.

"Damn." Jin Ma Xingxiong cursed, turning around and picking up the inside line, "Guardian, do you see a ramen-delivery bicycle parked on the other side of the road? Go check it! No, don't check, drive the crowd away, me. Let the bomb disposal experts pass."

**

Executive editor Jiu Rai rushed to the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters with a photography assistant and a text reporter, and saw a bomb disposal expert in a potbellied explosion-proof suit carrying a box that delivered ramen to the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

"What the hell?" Jiulai glanced at the colleagues who had gathered at the door, and handed one of them. "Hey, what's the matter?"

"I'm just a videographer." said the one who was pulled by him. "I have no right to say what's going on. You should ask her. She has the right to decide not to tell you."

Jiulai followed the cameraman's sight and found that he was an old acquaintance, so he stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"It's you." The reporter from Fuji Broadcasting's Sato glanced at Kurai. "I just removed a bomb, put it in the ramen box, hung it on the back seat of a bicycle, and placed it where we are now. far away."

Jiulai was speechless: "Isn't it? The chief editor... let us interview this?"

**

Jin Ma Xingxiong looked at the bombs that had been dismantled and listened to reports from bomb disposal experts.

"The equivalent of this thing should not be large, even if it detonates, there will not be many casualties." Huang Juan said next to it, "It's used to put pressure on us."

The detective of Daisuke Komori murmured, "Is this really a shock?"

Near Ma Xingxiong: "Whether it is or not, we have seized a bomb. Let's try to see if we can find anything based on this clue. In addition, for the purpose of assisting in investigating suspicious persons, we asked all hotels in Osaka Prefecture to see if they had seen it. To some strange person."

Daisuke Komori: "There are so many hotels in Osaka, it takes a lot of time to ask one by one..."

"Then transfer a little more manpower! Now the search headquarters will be established immediately, and the venue will be a small auditorium. All the telephone and landlines that can be found in the bureau are gathered here, one landline and one person, pressing the yellow leaves to call the hotel in the house. "

"Yes."

When investigating major cases, the Japanese police must first set up a search headquarters, find a large room, set up tables and equipment from scratch, and arrange everything, and then the personnel will go in and start investigating the case.

In this regard, they are undoubtedly professional, and they put it out quickly and well. No police agency in any country can put it out faster or better than them.

Because the police of other countries directly investigate the case and don't do this.

Nearly Ma Xingxiong gave an order, and the entire Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters took action. The staff of the General Affairs Division and the criminal police of the Search Division went to battle to move tables and equipment.

In this way, 40 minutes passed, the search headquarters was set up, and the criminal police began to work.

**

Here, Kiryuu Kazuma has just finished visiting today's first destination.

He glanced at Nanjo, then at the position of Daemon Goro and Tachibana-sensei, then took Nanjo's hand and hid directly.

The chairman glanced at where they were hiding and waved gently.

Then the chairman followed the brigade and boarded the bus.

Kazuma pulled Nanjo, squatting in the shadow of hiding, looking at the direction of the bus.

He was a little worried about Yamada Yang's big mouth and sabotage.

However, this did not happen, the bus full of students quickly started, and three buses filed out of the parking lot.

Kazuma: "Okay, let's go, let's go to see'Dagen'."

"You are really looking forward to this conference." Nanjo looked at the face of Kazuma, "I feel that your whole person has become more radiant."

"Huh, really?" Kazuma touched his face.

Nanjo nodded repeatedly: "Well, really. Do you...so like SF (Science Fiction) so much?"

In my previous life, Kazuma bought the world of science fiction for 13 years, from the third grade of elementary school to college graduation. In fact, it is indeed a senior science fiction fan.

But to be honest, the sci-fi world from 2005 onwards has not been very attractive, and the interest in Kazuma has gradually shifted to fantasy works such as Kyushu Fantasy.

Regarding Nanjo's question, Kazuma hesitated, and then thought that in foreign countries, there is no clear distinction between science fiction and fantasy, and both are regarded as "fantasy novels."

So Kazuma nodded: "Yes, I like SF very much."

Can't you say that you are on a "pilgrimage"?

Take the pilgrimage path and get 100 points of piety...

Kazuma pulled Nanjo to the bus stop.

Although Nanjo is very rich, Kazuma thinks that dating, of course, should be spent on his own, and he is so poor that he can only take the bus.

While waiting for the bus, Kazuma heard two people dressed as office workers chatting nearby: "Recently, I always dreamed of a lot of fish with arms and legs rushing up from the sea. It was very scary."

"What? Did you just watch that B-rated movie?"

"What B grade film?"

Kazuma glanced at the two office workers.

He probably guessed which B-level movie it was.

It was indeed a B-level film that would crazily lose one's senses and then have nightmares.

"I...may have seen it." The nightmare office worker touched his head, "My girlfriend likes to watch B-level movies. Recently I was always drunk when I came home, and I might watch with her in a delirious state. How many copies are there? I can’t remember. She hasn’t been to my house for several days. She used to call and talk to me late at night, but now it’s like disappearing."

Kazuma couldn't help but look at the office worker a few more times.

**

Li Zhenghe was speechless: "There is no explosion."

He no longer looks at his watch.

"Then it seems that the bombs from the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters have been confiscated. They should follow the vine to find the garage. When they start fighting, the Osaka Prefectural Police will definitely mobilize the police to the garage as much as possible." Li Zhenghe He glanced at Xing Jishang, "We acted at that time."

"What if they didn't touch it so quickly?"

"Then we will do it later. Considering our manpower, whether we do it at 12 noon or at 6 pm, the number of hostages we can ultimately control will not be much different. Just don't wait for 7 or 8 o'clock when everyone is gone. Just do it again."

Lee Jung-hak leaned back on the back of the sofa, looking at the subordinates who are still in the memorization manual of the details of life in Korea.

"Remember to burn all the manuals later. Also, be careful. Don't let two people record the contents of the same manual. By that time, both of you will be captured. The Japanese asked, "Do you two live in?" Together?','Still on the same girlfriend?' That would be embarrassing."

Everyone laughed together.

**

Ding Zaixu was eating popcorn while watching a B-level movie on TV.

He loves this way of life. When he was in his hometown, the most exciting entertainment was to see the Putianbao Orchestra.

He loved the rock and roll of Putianbao Orchestra at that time, and now he came out to realize that he was so innocent at the time.

He still believed that music was his life's love, but now he hasn't played music for a long time-watching a B-level movie, or going to the custom shop in Cangtianjue, isn't it fragrant?

Ding Zai-wook is immersed in a B-level film. He has watched this film several times, and his favorite violent scene will appear next... I really want to try the same thing in reality when I have the opportunity.

At this time, Shi Enzhou, who had been staying in the back room, opened the door, walked out slowly, and went to the door.

"Wait a minute!" Ding Zaixu shouted, holding the remote control to stop the VCR, "Where are you going?"

"Buy cigarettes." Shi Enzhou replied lightly.

"I have this!" Ding Zaixu stood up and rushed over, grabbed Shi Enzhou, took out the remaining half of a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Shi Enzhou's hands.

Shi Enzhou stared at the cigarette in his hand for a second, then turned around and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He took out a cigarette and held it to his mouth, then slowly fumbled in his pocket.

Ding Zaixu watched Shi Enzhou by the side. In the morning, Xing Jishang had told him to be optimistic about Shi Enzhou and send him away with a silenced pistol when necessary.

Ding Zaixu didn't have much resistance to shooting a partner who was already a bit wrong-this would save the individual money, so why not do it?

But now, Ding Zaixu suddenly became a little curious, wondering what happened to Shi Enju.

"Brother Eunju, have you often seen hallucinations lately?"

Shi Enzhou glanced at Ding Zaixu: "Why, do you want to laugh at me?"

"No, just curiosity. What did you... see in the illusion?"

Shi Enzhou was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's hard for me to describe to you. Language is based on logic, while illusion has no logic."

Speaking, Shi Enzhou raised his hand and tapped his temple with his index finger.

"Even if I really want to describe it to you, it is difficult for me to do it. In this way, have you seen Picasso's paintings?"

"There is ~www.readwn.com~ in the textbook as a model of critical and exaggerated Western art." Ding Zaixu said.

"It feels like that. They are like running out of "Grzynika". No, they are ten times weird than that. I know that they are not actual things, so I am not afraid of them, but I often see them let I... become a little weird."

"This, this..."

Shi Enzhou fell into deep thought. He grabbed his neck with his hand, and said as he squeezed, "I think it might be that when I drank alcohol, I accidentally took industrial alcohol as the reason for drinking so many sips. It could be more than ten years. Earlier, the sequelae of the injuries suffered during the Yanagawa group's encirclement and suppression campaign.

"What is the cause, I am too lazy to explore.

"Anyway, I see more and more hallucinations now, more and more frequently, but no problem, sedatives can effectively suppress them."

Just as Ding Zaixu wanted to say something, he noticed that Shi Enzhou had been picking his neck with his hands, he had already cut the skin and bleeding.

This scene, I don't know why, made Ding Zaixu feel a bit creepy.

Shi Enzhou noticed Ding Zaixu's gaze, and only then did he react. He stopped the hand gripping his neck, calmly picked up the tissue box on the table, and pulled two tissues and pressed it on his neck.

"I'm sorry," Shi Enzhou said, "It's too itchy, I get addicted to it if I don't pay attention."

Ding Zaixu: "It's okay. You... don't you light a cigarette?"

"Oh yes, I'm looking for matches... strange, where are my matches?"

Ding Zaixu took out the lighter, tapped it, and stretched the flames in front of Shi Enzhou.

"Thank you." Shi Enzhou lit the cigarette, took a hard sip, spit out a smoke ring, and watched it rise.

But Ding Zaixu silently decided to talk less with Shi Enzhou in the future.

If Shi Enzhou did anything strange, he would shoot without hesitation.