I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

I was teaching Kendo in Tokyo. Volume 035, Don’t Ask the Common People, Ask the Ghosts and Gods. Kiryuu Kazuma was sent to the police station. At the same time, the Shiratori detective led a group of people to the Kitagawa Sao-ri-URB band practice room provided by Hakumine Yuyin Address, directly block all the areas where the chase and fighting took place.

　　 Soon a young man walking and holding his waist was taken to Shiratori Akira.

　　 "Is that the police you called?" The Shiratori detective looked at the man as he asked.

　　 The other nodded: "It's me. I'm the policeman, Akira Hanayama, why did you come so late?"

　　 The Shiratori detective replied: "Because I first asked the Tokyo Metropolitan Transportation Agency based on what I knew about Kiryu-kun if there were any reports of motorcycle racing violators on the road. Then we rushed to the scene of the racing battle."

　　 The youth frowned: "This Kiryu-kun you are talking about, but the Kiryuu Kazuma who wrote several amazing music?"

　　The Shiratori detective nodded: "Yes, it's that guy, what's the matter?"

　　 "Is he... really a swordsman? I thought it was a man!" the youth shouted.

"He... Swordsman shouldn't be considered as a swordsman. To obtain the qualifications of a swordsman, he must first be exempted. But he is really good at fighting." The Shiratori detective looked at the young man again, "Why, you are actually him. Fans of ?"

　　 "Yes! I like his music very much!" The young man was very excited, "I didn't expect him to have such an experience! Sure enough, to write a work, you must have life experience!"

　　 At this time, the mountain detective behind the Shiratori detective couldn't help but speak: "Kunyu-kun is an exception. Other musicians can write good works even if they don't have such experience."

　　 The young man glanced at the Gaoshan detective and opened his mouth to refute, but was interrupted by the Shiratori detective.

　　 Shiratori detective: "So, are you still planning to sue Kiryuu Kazuma for snatching your Harley motorcycle?"

"Of course I don't intend to sue! In the scene just now, Mr. Kiryu needs tools to escape, which is completely reasonable! But he...maybe he can borrow from me in a softer way." The young man pressed his waist again with a painful expression, "I." May need treatment..."

　　 Takayama detective: "I'll get the stretcher and medical personnel."

　　 After talking about Takayama, he left.

　　The Shiratori detective continued to ask the youth: "Can you describe the scene just now in detail to me?"

　　 "Okay. I wanted to go to Unzenju on the banks of the Kanda River for a drink. The brewed beer at Unzenju is simply..."

　　 "Talk about the point."

　　 "Okay, when I was approaching Yunxianju, I saw people fighting on the other side of the river. About two or three hundred people were besieging one person. The besieged people used the railings by the river to cleverly deal with the enemy."

　　 "Wait a minute!" Shimakata Yoshiaki who came over to listen interrupted the young man's narration.

　　 It is reasonable to say that this questioning should be in charge of the investigation class, but the young man named the Shiratori detective when he called the police, so Yoshiaki Shimakata originally only planned to listen by the side, and did not intend to interrupt.

　　 But after hearing the young man’s description, he couldn’t help but speak: “Two or three hundred people are besieging one person in Kiryuu Kazuma? Are you sure?"

　　 "I'm pretty sure! No, I mean, I'm pretty sure Kiryu-sensei is being besieged by a large number of enemies, but I'm not sure how many people are."

　　Shima Fang Yoshiaki: "How do you feel that he can fight better than the rumors?"

　　 Shiratori detective: "Did Kiryu-kun take a knife during the confrontation? I didn't mean the butterfly knife, which is a pediatric sword, which is a big sword with a blade length of close to one meter."

　　 "No, no. He is fighting with the water pipes captured by the enemy. The scene of the battle is the same as the movie. Yes, it is very similar to the fight in "Tokyo Limited Express"!"

　　 "Tokyo Limited Express is the work of Kiryu-kun as a martial arts instructor." The Shiratori detective reminded, "Don't you even know this? Is this a fan?"

　　 "I usually leave before the end of the credits when I watch a movie." The youth shrugged, "That's it. Anyway, the scene just now was so exciting, I was stunned. Then Mr. Kiryu suddenly crossed the river..."

　　 Next, how the young man continued to watch him, and how he was kicked and robbed of the car in Kiryuu Kazuma, all said it again.

"Can force Kiryu-kun to run, it seems that there are really many people who have just besieged him." The Shiratori detective was speechless. "By the way, your Harley motorcycle is now sent for inspection as an exhibit. The day after tomorrow, after you receive the call, You can go to the evidence class and get it back."

　　 "Can I not take it back?" Hua Shan Zhao asked excitedly.

　　 "Huh? Not getting it back? Why?" The Shiratori detective looked puzzled.

　　 "If Kiryu-sensei likes it, just let him ride it! I just want to get a new motorcycle! Kiryu-sensei was a handsome rider yesterday, so I want to change to a Kamen Rider of the same model..."

　　 Shiratori detective half-opened his mouth: "That's Harley! It's expensive, right?"

　　 "Yes, oil is also very good, but it costs money."

"Then..." The Shiratori detective stopped talking, suddenly lowered his head to carefully check the inquiry record of Hanayama Zhao that an inspector had just handed him—before Shiratori arrived, a nearby policeman arrived first, so I asked about the basic situation of Huashan. .

　　 "You are studying at Meiji University." The Shiratori detective gave a relieved expression.

　　 Meiji University, as a school established by Emperor Meiji himself, is at the same level as Tohoku University, but as a private school, the tuition fee of Meiji University is much more expensive than that of the National Tohoku University.

　　 If you can go to Meiji University without a scholarship, your family is either rich or noble, or even rich and noble.

　　 This kind of boy brother, sending a Harley to his idol is nothing at all.

　　 Hanayama continued to ask: "Ms. Kiryu is okay?"

　　The Shiratori detective looked at the waist of Huashan: "Are you still free to worry about others?"

　　 "I just got a swollen waist, but Mr. Kiryu is life-threatening!"

　　 The Shiratori detective and the island detective looked at each other, and it was obvious that both of them felt that there was something wrong with what Huashan said.

　　 But I felt like I was spitting out here, and I lost.

　　Shima Yoshiaki said: "Kiryu is okay, he has a very hard life, after all, he is a man with the title of'dragon'."

The pronunciation of the two Chinese characters 　　tongsheng as the last name is the same as "Huilong".

　　 "Well, then I should be able to visit the door on another day?" Huashan asked again.

　　 "I think if you live in a yard, he has to come to visit you." The Shiratori detective said.

　　 "Ah, there is such a hand, then I can live in a courtyard."

　　 Shiratori Akira and Shiraga Yoshiaki looked at each other again.

　　Shima Fang Yoshiaki reminded Hanayama: "Kiryu is a man."

　　 "I know." Huashan looked at Shimakata Yoshiaki with a puzzled expression.

　　 Shiratori Akira took the conversation: "Kiryu-kun, I like girls."

"I know too. The way he worked so hard to save the lady last night, he knew that he loved her deeply." Huashan suddenly recalled, and laughed, "The two criminal police officers are really humorous. Me too. I like girls.

　　 "I just worship a powerful and talented man as a man. There is no problem, right?"

　　 Shiratori Akira: "No problem! Of course there is no problem! Let me ask you some other questions. Do you know who besieged Kiryu-kun just now?"

　　 Huashan shook his head: "I don't know, I also started watching it halfway."

　　 As soon as the voice of Huashan fell, a prolonged Yujie voice came from behind him: "Mr. Criminal Police!"

　　 Shiratori followed the prestige with the island.

　　A woman in a kimono walked toward this side quickly.

　　 But her age is in stark contrast with the voice of Yoshihara's mother-sang, which is as beautiful as Yoshiwara's—probably she is indeed mother-sang, but she can't stop the baptism of time.

　　 "Mr. Interpol, the curtain in my shop was snatched and pulled! That was the curtain made by myself while my wife was still here! The bamboo was also specially cut from my hometown!"

　　 The Shiratori detective squeezed out a smile: "The warm curtain of your house has been sent for identification as an exhibit. You can register, and I will call you to collect it the day after tomorrow."

　　 "Oh, how am I going to do business these days? Open a shop without the curtain, and people from the town hall and the tourism promotion association will come and chat."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 The grassroots organizations in Japanese society are all kinds of town halls, and the Tourism Promotion Association is roughly equivalent to a loose industry association, and Japan likes to engage in formalism. .

　　 Shiratori detective helplessly spread his hands: "This is no way."

　　 "Mr. Criminal Police, please raise your hand high. Depending on your age, you must be an old man who speaks a lot. You just say, "What can a warm curtain prove?" Then send me the warm curtain."

　　 Shima Yoshiaki smiled and said: "Mum San, you may not know that the warm curtain of your house was used as a lance by the Kiryuu Kazuma gentleman."

　　 "Huh?" Old mother Sang was shocked, "This...Is the lance the lance? Takeda Chibei Tetsu the lance?"

　　 Shima Fang Yoshizhao nodded.

　　 "Where did he get the horse? When I first started fighting, I didn't hear the horse running!" Old mother San looked inexplicable.

　　 Hanayama raised his hand: "Teacher Kiryu is riding my Harley, this counts as...Iron horse, "Iron horse comes to my dream"."

　　 "Oh, isn't this Mr. Huashan? It turns out that you just used the engine to blow up the street. Who is this? He robbed your motorcycle and the curtain of my house. Why don't we join forces and sue him?"

　　 Hanayama Akira smiled and said, "I don’t plan to sue Mr. Kiryu. You, you can just go out of business for a few days and rest. When the curtain is brought back and reopened, how about I go and order the most expensive wine in your store?"

　　 "Okay!" The old lady laughed, "This is acceptable. But, Hanayama-kun, who is this Kiryuu Kazuma, who deserves your respect?"

　　 "This..." After thinking about it, Akira Hanayama replied, "Probably a legend?"

The old lady laughed: "Hey, now young people, I always say these amazing words. You drank too much before and said that John Lennon is a legend. I also learned about it, and I don’t think he is so legendary. Shi There is no hero, to make Zhuzi famous."

　　 Hanayama said, "Old man, you can be wrong this time. I saw Mr. Kiryu with my own eyes that one is against one hundred! No, it is one against three hundred, or even five hundred!"

　　 "Oh? Is it possible that Mr. Kiryu is a fierce player like Nabenosuke?"

　　 Huashan didn't realize who it was for a while, and was stunned.

"Oh, forget it, these are not important." The old lady waved her hand, "I can return the warm curtain. Then I will clean up and close the door today. Since there are so many police officers here, no one will come. Drinking."

　　 Hanayama smiled. Although the Kanda River is a place where college students live, a considerable number of people who go to Unxianju for a drink do not like to deal with the police.

　　 The old mother Sang walked away at a steady pace that did not match her age, and was stopped by an inspector to register the exhibit owner.

　　 At this time, the Gaoshan detective brought the stretcher and the ambulanceman over, and Akira Huayama let out a sigh of relief: "I can lie down for a while, what about the transcript, I will do it after I get out of the hospital?"

　　 "If you want to do it now, we can send an entry clerk to the hospital to listen to your dictation." said the mountain detective.

　　 "Success." Hua Shan Zhao said, walking to the stretcher placed on the ground and lay on it.

　　**

　　 Kiryuu Kazuma is in the police car, while humming a small song while going into meditation to see what I have gained.

　　 Just as he expected, the actual combat level basically did not rise, and it turned out that the opponents were all rookie chickens.

　　 But the street fight in Kazuma has risen a lot, directly reaching the eighteenth level, and it has risen several levels in a row.

　　 It's a pity that this level of street fighting does not give skills at all. It feels like the actual combat level, which is a passive ability.

　　 When the level of street fighting is high, it will automatically recognize the surrounding props as weapons and use them naturally.

　　 If street fights are given a skill every three levels, maybe Kazuma can get the handsome "extreme skills" in the "Long" game.

　　 According to this increase in street fighting skills, Kazuma is basically convinced that Jackie Chan’s all-time-space peers in this world are estimated to have at least level 90 street fights in addition to the level of boxing skills.

　　 Kazuma estimates that he has practiced street fights above level 30, and he can basically be unbeaten wherever there are props.

　　 Unless the opponent is also a street fighter.

　　 However, Kazuma reviewed the battle just now, and vaguely felt that the skill of street fighting alone was not enough, and other martial arts and street fighting were necessary.

　　 Judo and Karate should be learned.

　　 With the gun skills that Beichen Yidaoli gives, then it will be "You think I am a swordsman, but in fact I am a western cowboy boxing master".

　　 may be able to control the thunder and lightning.

　　 Kazuma checked other skills and entries again, and found no more changes.

　　 One night of fierce fighting only raised the level of street fighting, I always feel that it is not strong.

　　 My motorcycle ride was so cool, shouldn’t I give an entry like "motorcyclist"? Even if you don't give it, can you give me a motorcycle?

　　 Kazuma can't afford Harley, if you really want to get it, only Honami or Tamamo can buy it.

　　 But Kazuma doesn't want to eat soft rice so straightforwardly.

　　 Of course the girls choose a birthday or something to send him a Harley, he will certainly laugh.

　　 That’s all, it’s not bad to have street fights.

　　Considering the increase of the bond with Bai Feng Yuyin, the progress of the detection of serial murders related to the "God of Music" has also been promoted, and the reputation of the criminals has been brushed, and it will definitely not lose tonight.

　　 When this case is solved, even if Kazuma does not have a direct reward, the reputation of the criminals will surely be greatly improved.

　　 Four years later-no, it is now three and 11 months later. Kazuma passed the first-class civil service examination and entered the Metropolitan Police Department and officially entered the Sakurada Gate headquarters building. Everyone had to give him face.

　　 Kazuma got out of meditation contentedly, turned his head and looked at the drizzle outside the window, while continuing to hum a little song, he began to think about other things.

　　What happened to Mr. Heisenberg's anti-pope entry?

　　 Is the black mist coming out of him a visual effect that only I can see, or is it something that can be seen by a man of supernatural powers in this time and space?

　　Is the world I live in now, is it high or low?

　　 I saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva before, did I really make a mistake on the way, or the Ksitigarbha is a living thing and can move?

　　 Is the Jizo that Amo saw an illusion? Or is it the same Ksitigarbha that moved past and gave him blessing?

　　 Jinguji Tamamoza likes to sprinkle salt all day long. Is he sprinkling it for fun, or is he really using salt to exorcise evil spirits?

　　 I feel that these have to be asked carefully.

　　 Kazuma made up his mind that after all the troubles at the police station were over, I would go to Jinguji Temple Tamamo to ask questions.

　　**

　　 Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke returned to their base and began to develop photos.

　　 Although Takashi Hanabashi is a journalist, he often lays hands on Daisuke Wakamiya when he is in a hurry. He also understands the general processing steps of film.

　　 Now the two started working together, and soon the first roll of film was developed.

"Let me take a look! Fuck, awesome! This photo alone can make a big reaction!" Takashi Hanabu took off the magnifying glass caught in the eye socket and gave it to Wakamiya together with the developed film. auxiliary.

　　 Wakamiya Daisuke clamped the magnifying glass, looked at the film carefully, nodded and said: "Yes, these photos are so powerful, shit, if you choose carefully, maybe I can win this year's Pulitzer Prize!

　　 "However, the street lights along the Kanda River are too far apart, the light is not good enough, and I dare not use the flash."

　　Hanakata Takashi: "It's a pity, and we were almost done playing when we arrived."

　　 Wakamiya Daisuke also had a regretful expression on his face, but he changed his words: "However, in the last scene where Kiryu-kun rode Harley's charge, I shot a whole roll of film with a high-speed shutter!

　　" At that time, the sound of the Harley engine was loud enough and the headlights were bright enough to suppress the sound and light of the flash, so I turned on the flash.

　　 "Choose carefully and do some processing, you should be able to get usable photos!"

　　 "Then take care of it, I'm going to start writing an article. The title is, "To solve the serial murder case, Osaka heroes brave the tiger's lair and fight the demons"."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Don't you highlight the heroic posture of riding a motorcycle at the end?" Wakamiya Daisuke asked.

　　 "That's all you need to highlight by photos! You have to choose a photo that is full of impact! This is the cover of the next weekly magazine Fang Chun! What cover girl is out! Readers must like this fierce one more!"

　　 Hanabang Takashi licked his tongue. He could already foresee that by then, in a bunch of gossip magazines with charming girls on the covers, the weekly Fang Chun would stand out against the green hunk among the tens of thousands of flowers.

　　**

　　 Kazuma here.

　　 This time, the noise was so loud that it was not until late at night that he was taken out of the police station by the full-time legal counsel of the Nanjo family, Komei Kenji, and it was already a little bit since he returned home.

　　Because Kazuma has already called home to inform in advance, Chiyoko shouldn't worry too much.

　　 However, Kazuma was wrong. He saw Chiyoko walking around the door of his house in his pajamas with a jacket over his shoulders.

　　 Amo, like a loyal guard, stood behind Chiyoko, carrying a bamboo knife, and looking around vigilantly.

　　 Chiyoko saw the lights of the car in Kazuma and immediately greeted him, and Amao shouted behind her, "Be careful, make sure that the master is here before talking!"

　　 After all, Chiyoko had an experience of being kidnapped. In the end, although the Koreans in Kazuma managed to rescue him, Chiyoko almost died in the process.

　　 Chiyoko slowed down, and Amo's words clearly made her wary.

　　 Amo rushed forward and blocked Chiyoko with his body, with the bamboo knife erected in front of him.

　　 At this time, Chiyoko finally saw the face of Kazuma on the car, so he pushed Amo away and ran forward.

　　 Komei Kenji directly brakes, allowing Kazuma to get out of the car early and hug his sister.

　　 Kazuma hugged Chiyoko, touched her head and said, "You, don't worry. Your brother has never seen any big scenes, so I am a little bit tonight."

　　 "Last time you said a trivial thing, you hit a group of heavily armed terrorists and killed a bomber master!" Chiyoko complained, "I'm afraid to die, I'm afraid you won't come back!"

　　 "No, I called back."

　　 "What if the police station is attacked?" Chiyoko said.

　　 "This... no matter what, it can't be like this, right?" Kazuma looked helpless.

　　 "How can it be impossible, my second grade, brother, when you were in the fifth grade, not just..."

　　 "How many years ago it was." Kazuma smiled and calmed his sister, "Japan is very safe now."

　　 Although Kazuma only staged the escape from the tiger's mouth on the main road a few hours ago, Kazuma still said so without any psychological burden.

　　 After all, those runaways didn't chase Kazuma and shoot with MP40 as they did in the escape of a tiger's mouth.

　　 Tokyo is still very safe.

　　 Wait, Kazuma suddenly remembered, last year it seemed...I was shot with a Uzi submachine gun in the streets of Tokyo? At the end of the whole incident, there was a Deshka heavy machine gun?

　　 Oh, it’s been a year, forget it.

　　 Kazuma comforted Chiyoko, and was about to say something to Amao who came with him. Amao said first: "Master, I will work hard to practice the sword, and I will have the ability to investigate with you soon."

　　 Kazuma heard the words, took a look at the level on Amao's head, wondering if he should take Amao to the East University Kendo Department, and leveling Zhongshi to give him pointers.

　　 I feel that just relying on the master of Kazuma, Amao's level growth rate has not been as good as before.

Kazuma is thinking about how to give the apprentice a better education. Chiyoko put his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear: "There is another one who is worried about you. Dangzi asked me to prepare a bed for her tonight. Come to live in our house."

　　Kazuma raised his eyebrows, he felt that most of Jinguji Tamamusa didn't have that special idea.

　　 She just speculated that Kazuma had a question to ask, so she stayed.

　　 But Chiyoko will obviously be wrong.

　　 She is already preparing to cook red bean rice tomorrow.

　　 Kazuma: "I see. You have to go to school tomorrow, go to bed early."

　　 "Oh." Chiyoko released Kazuma and stretched a little further.

　　 Kazuma turned around and said to Kenji Komei who drove him back: "Mr. Komei, thank you very much for sending me back."

　　 "It's a matter of raising your hand." Komei Kenji waved his hand, and then his gaze fell on Amo, "Ikeda-kun, how are you preparing for the exam?"

　　 "It's okay. Even if I don't pass the exam this time, I will continue to study while working, and I will fight again next year." Shigeru Ikeda-Amao said loudly.

　　 "In fact, you don't have to go to Dongda if you want to be a lawyer," Gu Mei Kenji said.

　　 "No, I want to follow in the footsteps of Master." Amao replied.

　　 Komei Kenji nodded: "It's okay. Then just work hard. In the future, you can come to my law firm for graduation internship."

　　Amao bowed to Kenji Komei: "Thank you very much!"

　　 "You're welcome." Gu Meixian got into the car, "Good night."

　　 The car started, and Kiryu brothers and sisters and Amo watched the car disappear into the distance, and then they walked towards their house.

　　 Kazuma asks: "Where are the eggs?"

　　 "Reading in the dojo. She seems to be waiting for you to come back," Chiyoko said.

　　 "Okay, I'll go and have a good chat with her. Don't let anyone enter the dojo during this period." Kazuma ordered, "Don't listen."

　　 Chiyoko: "Is it too disrespectful to be in the dojo? The dojo bears the nameplates of all the teachers from the Kiryu Dojo to the present!"

　　 Kazuma flicked Chiyoko's forehead: "What are you thinking about! We have important things to talk about."

　　 Chiyoko covered his forehead with a grievance: "Usually, brother, you have always been obsessed, can you blame me?"

　　 Amao replied: "I won't let anyone approach the dojo or listen in. Leave it to me. I won't listen."

　　 Kazuma nodded.

　　 Then in front of the main entrance of his house, Kazuma walked directly to the courtyard and walked around into the dojo.

　　 And Chiyoko and Amo went through the front door acquaintedly.

　　**

　　 Kazuma drags the shoes on the steps on the edge side and steps on the edge side with bare feet.

　　 The door to the courtyard of the dojo was wide open, and Jinguji Tamamo was sitting behind a square table temporarily placed in the center of the dojo and reading.

　　 Behind her, the two knife holders looked like two patron saints. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 As Kazuma entered the dojo, Jinguji Tamamo raised his head and looked at Kazuma.

　　 She closed the book, then took off her glasses and folded them on the cover of the book.

　　 Kazuma turned around and closed the door to the yard, and then said to Jinguji Tamamo, "I have a lot to ask you, a lot."

　　 "You have to understand," Jinguji Tamamo looked at Kazuma with clear and enthusiastic eyes, "I can't tell you everything."

　　 Kazuma: "There are some rules that must be followed on the mysterious side, is that true?"

　　 "No." Jinguji Tamamo shook his head, "There is no mysterious side, everything will eventually have a scientific explanation. We are just a transitional product when science can't explain it temporarily."

Then Yuzao Jinguji glanced at the Cthulhu mythology works in front of him, and said: "For example, the outer gods in the Cthulhu mythology are actually stories triggered by aliens and their super high technology. After all, they are superb. Degree of technology..."

　　 "It looks like magic." Kazuma said the second half of the famous quote by science fiction master Arthur Clark.

　　 Jinguji Tamasa smiled.

　　 "That's it. Then, you can start asking."

　　 Kazuma: "Don't you ask me to sit down first?"

　　 "Ah, sorry. Then, please sit down."

　　 Jinguji Tamamomo made a please gesture.

　　Kazuma sat down opposite her, and after brewing for a while, he decided to ease the now too serious atmosphere.

　　 So he asked: "How many three-dimensional are you?"

　　 Yuzao smiled, and asked, "Do you want to confirm it yourself?"