I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma leaned on the police car, slowly, before looking up at the Dongdu Police Station in front of me.

　　 "Is this the police station that will be bombed this time..." he said.

　　Inspector Sato directly panicked out of the Kyushu accent: "Don't blow it up!"

　　 "Just kidding." Kazuma waved his hand, "By the way, I want to call me... uh, family, is that okay?"

　　 "It's not criminal detention, no problem. Go to the office and use our phone."

　　 Kazuma: "Wait a minute, this is not in compliance with the rules? Shouldn't there be a phone for outsiders?"

"It may be true in Tokyo, but look at our police station building. This is a building that has remained from before the war to the present. We have been using it like this. Do you think there will be a single room dedicated to calling criminals? "

　　 Kazuma raised his head and glanced at the police station again, and the traces of the years can indeed be seen with the naked eye.

　　 "All right, as long as you can make a phone call." Kazuma said.

　　 "Don't worry, we have no interest in the content of your call."

　　 Kazuma shrugs, in fact, he has nothing secret to say, just want to make a call to see if Honami can come and get him out.

　　 Tomorrow Yulongqi will go to war, but he stayed at the police station the night before, which will definitely affect tomorrow's state.

　　 Now Kazuma has seen at least two powerful men who are threatening. Gosho Noo Keijiro has a higher kendo level than him, and he also carries a special entry. Although Shimo Inaba does not have a special entry, the kendo level is also realistic.

　　 After all, Xia Inaba is a policeman, and it's normal for Kendo to be strong.

　　 But Shimo Inaba did not go to the University of Tokyo, which means that there is no way to enter the Metropolitan Police Department and become the gold watch team to pick up his father.

　　Of course, generally speaking, the eldest son or second son should be the successor, and the third son can play a little wild.

　　 But Shimo Inaba is so concerned about the internal affairs of the Metropolitan Police Department, I am afraid that he also wants to enter the Metropolitan Police Department to inherit his father's mantle.

　　 It is theoretically possible. If you can search the section chief of the first class and then go directly to the criminal minister, there will be a little chance of being promoted from the police department to the police.

　　 Xia Inaba leaned against his father, and the chance of success was slightly greater.

　　 An eternal police department like the Shiratori police can only wait until retirement before it can be upgraded to a higher level. On the day of the upgrade, they will go home with their wives and children.

This Xia Inaba is estimated to be very eager to defeat the Kazuma on the Yulongqi, which has made a lot of limelight in front of the police in the past year. Fan.

　　 In addition to these two people, the ghost knows how many strong people will be on the Yulong Banner tomorrow.

　　 I have to maintain a perfect competitive state.

　　 Kazuma made up his mind, and walked to the police station in strides, while walking back and asking: "If you want to go to the office, where do you go after you go in?"

　　 Director of Inspection Sato followed Kazuma, pointed to the corridor on the right side of the door, and then joked: "You are so familiar with the road, you really think of entering the police station as a tourist."

　　 Kazuma spreads both hands: "I didn't want to come by myself. It's just as easy as I come. By the way, I was a little hungry after a fight. Does your police station provide supper?"

　　 "There are yes, but the logistics department of our police station only provides ramen at night." Director of Inspection Sato touched his stomach, "I'm also a little hungry, can I give you one more?"

　　 "Good." Kazuma nodded.

　　 At this time, Sato’s partner, the little policeman who has only been in the business for three years, asked curiously: "It is said that the Tokyo police station is so lavish that they can eat meat for prisoners, really?"

Kazuma nodded: "Really, but it also depends on where the police station is. The police station in Kandagawa that was bombed before was relatively poor and could only serve pork chop and rice. Like the police in Setagaya District. Department, will eat Matsusaka steak for prisoners."

　　 Although Setagaya District is on the edge of Tokyo, it is close to Kanagawa Prefecture-Kanagawa Prefecture, which is the main stage of "Slam Dunk".

　　 But Setagaya is not a "urban-rural junction", but a well-known wealthy district in Tokyo.

　　The young policeman widened his eyes, "Is it Matsusaka steak? I can count the number of times I have eaten Matsusaka beef with one hand!"

"He must be talking nonsense. You can't make it home. When you get to my age at the police station, you can tell at a glance whether the person in front of you is talking nonsense." The Director of Inspection Sato paused and looked at Kazuma , "Even in Setagaya's police station, it is impossible to serve Matsusaka steak to entertain people, okay, at most ordinary wagyu steak!"

　　 "You can wait a minute," Kazuma held the forehead, "If you want to deny it, just negate it all at once, don't let it go halfway."

Director of Inspection Sato spread his hands together: "I don't know what life the wealthy in Setagaya, Tokyo, and what about the police in Setagaya. I'm not afraid you say that I have been a police officer for so many years and have never been to Kyushu. My son has been all day. Shouting about going to Tokyo to meet the world."

　　 While talking, the three of them walked through the long corridor to the office.

　　 Through the window of the office, you can see that the minibus that houses the Japanese kendo club has just entered.

　　 "Don't look at it, call quickly, and then just take the transcript. After I have a supper, I will give you a whole clean bed." Director of Inspection Sato urged.

　　 Kazuma nodded, and then started to touch his pockets, turning over for a long time without turning to the memo in memory.

　　 The post-it note wrote the front desk phone number of the hotel where Tamamo and Honami were staying today, and the number of the room they had booked.

　　 As long as you call the front desk and ask the front desk to transfer to the room, you can contact the girls.

　　 Now that there is no mobile phone, this is very convenient.

　　 Pagers should start to become popular in two years. In the last life of Kazuma, everyone called pagers a BP machine. At that time, the sign of the big boss was a briefcase in his hand, with the BP machine and car keys on his waist.

　　 But the time hasn't arrived yet, Kazuma can only continue to use memo pads to record phone numbers.

　　 Then he has touched all his pockets now, but he can't find the piece of paper.

　　——It’s broken, there’s no way to contact Honami’s guarantor.

　　 It seems that I can only sleep at the police station tonight.

Kazuma can’t help but complain that the policemen in Fukuoka don’t do anything. Look at Tokyo. If I beat all the US military planes, I won’t be left at the police station overnight. It’s good to be here. You have to fight. Sleep at the police station for one night.

　　 Fortunately, at night, Tamamo will come over and fall into a dream. Then, let her bring Honami in the dream to come to protect her early in the morning.

　　 But Tamamo and the others should sleep in a room tonight, and sleep well at night. Tomorrow morning Tamamo directly blasted Honami to the police station guarantor, and no one called or anything. I don’t know how Tamamo would explain to Honami.

　　 Inspector Sato was watching Kazuma beside him, standing still in front of the phone like a wooden man, and asked suspiciously: "What? Forgot my home phone number?"

　　 Kazuma had an idea-you can call the Kiryu Dojo. Tamamo is an exhaustive plan. He must have left the phone number and room number of the hotel at home, so Chiyoko can look for it.

　　 Kazuma to start dialing, first press the Tokyo area code, and the call directly starts busy tone.

　　 "What's the matter? I just pressed..."

　　 Kazuma looked back at Sato suspiciously.

　　 Sato pressed his forehead hard: "Fuck it, forget it, recently someone in our place sneaked a long-distance call from Tokyo to the radio to order a song, and this caused the phone bill to burst this month, so the boss stopped the long-distance function..."

　　 What the hell?

　　 "Why call Tokyo Radio to order a song?"

　　 Kazuma asked.

"Huh? Is there any problem with this?" The young policeman who still doesn't know the name of Kazuma is puzzled. "I listen to those radio stations and often say, "Here is the call from readers in Sapporo." Sapporo people can call. Isn’t it strange that people from Fukuoka call to order a song?"

　　 Kazuma is astounding. He just finished cooperating with Sonny Music. He lived with a bunch of Sonny Music musicians in the hot spring street for three weeks and listened to a lot of inside stories in the music industry.

　　 After the release of his new single, the marketing department will go to some radio stations with a wide coverage to put advertisements.

　　 Most remote places like this are "plant ads" put by tape distributors.

　　 There seems to be a guy who takes this seriously.

　　 He is going to be born a few decades later. It is estimated that he will take those UP owners' chanfan advertisements seriously, thinking that these UPs are really playing their video mobile games.

　　 While thinking about Kazuma, the old policeman sitting at the desk next to the drinking fountain turned around with a glass of water.

　　"There is a new development in this matter. The prisoner seemed to be inspired by the deeds of Kiryuu Kazuma and wanted to write a song. Then he found a friend and put out a tape, thinking that it would be a big hit.

　　"But things went against his wishes, the tapes couldn't be sold at all, and my friend was going bankrupt in order to chase his dreams.

　　"So he came up with a way to call the radio station to order a song.

　　 "The Fukuoka radio station alone is okay. It doesn't cost much to make a few calls, but the Fukuoka station can only cover Fukuoka and some surrounding areas, and he feels that the effect is not good.

　　 "So he stared at the big radio station covering the whole country."

　　 The old policeman said this with enthusiasm, but he finally got dry mouth and took a big sip from his teacup.

　　 Inspector Sato took advantage of this gap and commented: "There is such a thing? I don't know whether to scold this person for being stupid or praise him for having a dream."

　　 The old policeman shook his head: "If he didn't think of the bad idea of ​​using the police station's phone to make a long distance to Tokyo to order a song, I would give him a thumbs up for his courage to pursue his dreams."

　　 Kazuma suddenly remembered that I went to eat ramen today. The reservation of Huacheng was made by telegram one day in advance.

　　 The long-distance call charges in this era are very exaggerated.

　　 It seems that the Eastern Capital Police Station was miserable by this dream chasing young man, or he would not stop the long distance.

　　 Kazuma: "But, you stopped the long distance, won't it affect the handling of the case?"

"The impact is still influential. In the case of calling outside Fukuoka, I can only go outside to make a public phone call." The old policeman sighed, "You said to use a public phone without a receipt, so you can't be reimbursed at all. By the way, I took a case about running to Saga this month, and the whole coin purse was used up just by making the phone call."

　　 When the old policeman said such words, he exuded the familiar atmosphere of the master of the reception room in Kazuma.

　　 When Kazuma was still living in the unit compound, I felt that the master of the communication room looked very amiable.

　　 No matter how serious the conflict with the local children, as long as they rushed past the Mackino defense line guarded by the uncle of the communication room, the local children would not dare to cross the thunder pool any more.

　　 Kazuma once again looked at the old policeman, and then confirmed that the old man was away from the uncle of the communication room in the impression, and he was only short of a tea mug with red paint on it with the words "self-defense counterattack against Vietnam".

The old policeman also looked at Kazuma: "What's wrong with this? I wasn't here when you just came out of the police. Looking at the tendons, the fitness trainer, right? It was with the wife of the rich man who invited the coach. Got it?"

　　 Kazuma suddenly admired the old policeman's ability to associate: Good fellow, there is nothing to touch.

　　 Sato points to Kazuma: "This man, it's "That Kiryu"."

　　 Kazuma: "I am the guardian of Osaka, the nemesis of the bomber..."

　　 "Ah, it's Kiryu!" The old policeman interrupted the name of Kazuma, "What a coincidence! What day is July now? Let me see..."

　　 The old policeman put on his glasses and turned to look at the calendar on the wall.

　　 "Huh? This date is wrong?" He stood up and walked to the calendar, "How do I remember that yesterday was this date? Really, is there no one to tear the calendar apart from me?"

　　 The old policeman tore off the page of the wall calendar with the day before yesterday and threw it into the wastebasket next to it.

　　 "It's time now," he looked at the correct date, "So Kiryu came to participate in Yulongqi, right? He got into the game before Yulongqi? This is too careless!"

　　 Kazuma: "How do you feel that everyone in Fukuoka knows that the Jade Dragon Flag will start tomorrow?"

"Please~www.readwn.com~ We are the police. We will be very worried when we encounter large-scale events." The old policeman turned and looked at Kazuma, "Especially after the hostage-taking incident of the Osaka SF Conference last year, there are The police will pay more attention to large-scale events."

　　 Kazuma: "Then you must be very thankful that the Yulong Banner is a kendo competition, and everyone present can play it."

　　 "It's a fart for hitting, aren't all the terrorists in Osaka shot? Kendo is a competitive sport after all. How can it be compared to a gun," the old policeman said.

　　 Kazuma was about to say something like "knife fast within seven steps", and someone knocked on the door of the office.

　　 There are not many people in the office at night, just Kazuma, Sato’s partner, and the old policeman. Eight eyes turned to the door together.

　　 Nanjo Honami stood in the doorway in a white-collar suit and a pair of glasses.

　　 "Excuse me, Kiryuu Kazuma is there? I'm here to keep him out."

　　Honami had seen Kazuma a long time ago, and she had her eyes on her, but she still said so, as if she was not the eldest lady at the moment, but a lawyer hired to rescue her.

　　Kazuma raised his hand: "I am Kiryuu Kazuma, who are you?"

　　 Honami wanted to be serious, but he laughed: "Forget it, no acting. I'm not a lawyer, this is the one behind me."

　　Lawyer walked out from behind Honami: "I am the agent of the Nanjo Foundation in Fukuoka."