I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 26: Disco Adventure

Jinguji Tamamo licked her lips—that's exactly the look of a little boy trying out a new toy.

Then she started beating, and the series of drum beats at first were like that, and ended up beating the gong--no, there was a mistake when hitting the cymbal, and she also stepped on the pedal at the same time, so the two cymbals One rang.

"Ah?" Jinguji stopped and laughed to himself, "Wait a minute, little problem! I'll do it all over again!"

Speaking of which, Jinguji Tamamo took a deep breath and beat the drum beat from the beginning—but this time she stepped on the wrong pedal and hit the bass drum.

This mistake caused everyone present to frown.

Jinguji Tamamo shouted first: "Wait a minute! Don't panic, this is a technical adjustment!"

And Ma always felt that she was playing.

She really never played the drum.

Not only did I confirm this with the horse, but the drummer also confirmed it. Looking at the drummer's expression, he was already regretting letting a layman play his precious drum set.

He Ma directly pressed the bamboo knife against the neck of the drummer who was about to step forward: "What are you doing? You don't even have the patience to listen to the performance?"

"She's obviously never really played the drums, and I haven't fallen to the point of being taught by someone who's playing drums for the first time!" the drummer exclaimed, ignoring the bamboo knife against his throat.

He Ma smiled slightly: "She did play drums for the first time, but she is super talented at percussion."

These words worked visibly to the naked eye, and the drummer's expression became distorted, with a look of hesitating to speak.

Before Shaori Beichuan had expressed envy, jealousy and hatred about the talent shown by Hema. Hema boldly speculates that this drummer also has feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred for talented people.

After confirming the validity, Kazuma launched an additional attack: "She is a percussion genius."

It doesn't matter if it's a day or something, defining a horse now is enough to irritate a drummer.

Afterwards, if Jinguji successfully controls the drum set, it will definitely cause a murderous blow to the drummer, and maybe make him have the idea of ​​​​going to the so-called "God of Music" to try his luck.

As soon as He Ma finished speaking, Jingu Temple Yuzao said: "It seems that it is not very good to fight directly. I have to hum a bit to bring in the emotions."

After she finished speaking, she sang it directly. It was a Japanese nursery rhyme "Passing Song".

This song is honestly pretty magical, both in terms of tune and lyrics.

As soon as the drummer heard the first two sentences, he exploded: "Is it humiliating us by singing children's songs?"

Seeing that the drummer is about to explode, Kazuma increases the force on the bamboo sword.

At this time, Jingu Temple Tamamo began to play the drums.

In the beginning, it was very simple to beat the song and act as a rhythm group.

But after the first main melody ended, Tamamo added a meaningless long humming.

After this humming, the drum beat came like a storm.

Although it can still be heard that Jingu Temple has a big problem with proficiency, and obviously hit a lot of wrong places, the drum beats have a feeling of coherence as a whole.

What Kazuma wants is this "obviously newbie but everyone can hear the potential".

He observes the drummer's expression.

The drummer was in a trance at first, then gradually came back to his senses, and then his expression switched to envy and jealousy in the process.

And Ma Xin thought right, that's what I wanted.

Envy, jealousy, and anxiety, attracting the so-called **** of music.

He Ma isn't actually sure that this will solve the serial murder mystery, but for He Ma, killing a smuggler is as important as protecting the innocent.

Suddenly, Kazuma noticed that the drummer's expression changed from envy and jealousy to panic.

What the hell?

He Ma turned his head and followed his gaze, only to see Jinguji Tamamo furiously shaking his hair, resembling a GIF.

Hema: "What are you doing?"

Jinguji Temple stopped and shook his head, his braid hitting the drum with a bang.

"Huh? Don't I see all rock drummers like this?"

"This... your braids are so thick, don't you get tired of shaking your neck?"

Jingu Temple Yuzao touched her neck: "It's very tiring, and it hurts when the braids are beaten..."

"Then don't shake it! Your image is gone!"

"Yeah, it doesn't matter, I'm very happy playing drums, whether it's a taiko drum or a drum kit, I'm very happy!" Yuzao said and beat another impromptu drum beat, but he stepped on the wrong pedal again, "Ah, it shouldn't be. , again..."

She played the impromptu part just now again, this time the pedal was pressed correctly, but she stopped: "Well... I feel like there is a sense when I made a mistake?"

Before he finished speaking, drummer Sang turned around and walked towards the backpack and personal belongings placed on the side of the stage, picked up the jacket thrown on the ground, and walked away without looking back.

The bass player shouted to hold back: "Wait! Yu Yisang! Come back! Without the drummer, vocalist and guitarist, how will we open LIVE?"

"Isn't that a talented new drummer?" The guy who called Yoichi dropped such a sentence.

He Ma patted Jinguji Tamamo who was still happily playing drums on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go. Should I leave you here alone?"

"Wait a minute! I'll be right now." After speaking, she reluctantly put down her drum stick and stood up.

After confirming with Ma that she was ready to follow, they strode out of the theater.

The band members who were left in place look at me and I look at you, with big eyes and small eyes.

The bass player said: "How about we forget about it today? It's impossible to do it with such a shortage of people."

"That's right, just forget it." The keyboard player sighed, "Give me a hand and take the two lying down to the hospital."

"What kind of hospital are you going to send to? You're going to pay for it? Tonight's LIVE is gone, and there's no income, so eating will be a problem.

"Come on, as long as there is still air and breathing is normal, just put it on the side of the road to cool down for a while, and you will wake up."

Bassist waved his hand.

**

Out of the livehouse and Ma had no trouble seeing the drummer in the crowd who had just put on his coat.

To be honest, this person is also a vegetable. He was hit so hard that he didn't create a temporary entry or anything.

The other party has a big stride and walks very fast, so He Ma also picks up the pace.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Jingu Temple Tamao was a girl, and his steps were not that big, so he looked back and saw Tamao jogging to catch up.

He Ma: "Or, go home first, and follow me for the rest..."

"Aren't the criminal police two people acting together?" Jinguji Tamamo shook his head, "I can keep up, don't worry about me, just keep an eye on me."

He Ma nodded and continued to follow the drummer.

I just heard the bass player call the drummer "Yu Yi", and I don't know if it's a stage name, a nickname, or my real name.

Fortunately, this place in Kandagawa, although the population density is very large because many college students come to rent, but the place is not very lively, and there are not many pedestrians in most streets.

In a place like this, even if you don't rely on the recognition of the entry, it is quite difficult to track the drummer and such a tall target.

He and Ma followed each other all the way through the streets and alleys, checking back from time to time to confirm the condition of Tamamo at Jingu Temple.

Fortunately, Jinguji can play Taiko, and his physical strength is really good.

Following all the way, she was only slightly blushing and her breathing was a little short.

As for Kazuma, Kazuma's physical strength is not covered, there is no problem at all.

Finally, Kazuma saw the drummer come to the door of a disco and walked in without hesitation.

The disco's neon sign reads "Death Pit."

To be honest, the name "Death Pit" always reminds Kazuma of the Skaven in the medieval warhammer. The Death Pit is a strategic location for the Skaven, where legendary buildings can be built...

But apparently this disco has nothing to do with the Skaven, and there is no Skaven's iconic green triangle on the neon sign.

The color of the signboard is also not green. You must know that the symbol color of the Rat Man is green, green everywhere, and very "healthy".

He Ma was about to attack Huanglong when he suddenly remembered that he was carrying Jingu Temple Tamamo. He glanced at the clothes of the group of people who gathered to smoke at the entrance of the disco, and then looked back at Jinguji Tamamo. The pure dress of the eldest lady who came to the outing.

At this time, the people at the entrance of the disco had spotted Jinguji Tamamo and began to whistle.

After all, even a pure dress doesn't show off her figure, but it can't hide Tamamo's impressive curves.

He was speechless with Ma, if he brought Tamamo into this disco, I'm afraid it would soon turn into a fight because someone wanted to come up and wipe the oil.

He Ma will never let these "Le Se" touch their precious apprentices with salty pig hands.

So bringing Yuzao in, it is bound to be a fight.

In the best case, a fight would bring disaster to Chiyu and blow up the drug seller.

The worst possibility is to startle the snake.

He Ma thought for a while, and felt that we still couldn't bring the female family in, and bring the female family in.

Let's not talk about the possibility of frightening the snake, it is inconvenient to bring the girl to fight or do anything at that time.

Unless it's a girl like Honami who can fight alongside her.

But even Honami was inconvenient to bring it in.

So He Ma said to Yuzao: "In this case, you go home first. I'll go in and see the situation myself."

Jinguji Tamamo replied: "Yes, yes, but I think it's better to have someone who can take care of each other? Going in alone, even you are not very safe. You are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

Jinguji Temple did not object to Kazuma not taking herself in, obviously she understood that she might become the fuse of the fight.

He Ma thought about it and thought it made sense.

At a time like this, it's suitable to go to the disco together - only Ah Mao!

So I said to Ma: "You go home first, I'll call A Mao on the public phone."

While talking, Kazuma walked towards a public telephone booth not far away while taking out coins.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had no coins on him - usually he would bring a few 500 yen coins on him for emergency or something, but yesterday he changed his clothes and seemed to have forgotten to take the coins out of his pocket. !

Kawama turned back awkwardly and said to Jinguji Tamamo who had taken out the monthly pass and was about to take the bus home: "Lend me five hundred yen..."

Jinguji Temple was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Before you went out today, didn't Chiyoko check what you brought with you? Her younger sister is dereliction of duty today."

"Stop talking and lend me some."

Jinguji Tamamo took out his wallet, first took out a few 500 yen coins from the coin pocket on the side, and then took out a 10,000-dollar bill and stuffed it with Kazuma.

"I think to go to a disco, you must have a 10,000-dollar bill," she said, "although I have never been to a disco."

—So you want to go in and see, right? You definitely want to go in and see!

"Then, I'm leaving." Jinguji Tamamo said, reaching out to help He Ma's collars, "Be careful."

He Ma nodded, just at the bus stop not far away, the bus came in.

Jinguji Temple hurried all the way to the bus stop and squeezed into the bus before the doors closed.

He Ma watched the bus leave, then walked to the phone booth, threw a 500-yen coin into the coin slot, and called his home phone.

**

A little over an hour later, Ah Mao arrived.

"My coats are all washed and not dry yet," A Mao pointed to his clothes, "so I borrowed a set of clothes from senior Huacheng."

He Ma looked at Ah Mao and nodded: "Yes, he looks like a lazy college student. When he goes in later, his expression is a little more fierce, and he doesn't look like a good person."

Amao smiled: "Master, have you forgotten what I did before I changed my mind?"

After he finished speaking, he immediately put on the classic expression of a bad boy, looking murderous and defiant.

Clap hands with Ma: "Okay, very similar! By the way, have you been to a disco before?"

"Of course I've been there. We stole the money from the lower grades and used it to beat pachinko, sing K, and dance... Ah, I know it's wrong, and I've already paid all the money!"

"Okay, then you are an expert. This time I want you to lead me, my master, into the door."

It's not with Ma Chui, he's been a human for two lifetimes and has never been in a disco.

It is common to go to nightclubs to entertain clients, but nightclubs are not discos after all, at least they are private rooms.

A place like a disco where a large group of people mingle and writhe wildly, Kazuma entered for the first time today.

It's a little exciting to think about it.

Amao led He Ma across the road to the photo of "Death Pit", and looked at each other with the group of people at the door, and then the group of people continued to smoke and chat by themselves.

Amao led Hema through the door.

He Ma whispered, "You just glanced at each other and the incision was right?"

"No, no, there are no incisions. This kind of thing depends on the momentum. At a glance, I know 'ah, this is the same kind', even if I don't dye my hair today."

The two entered the second door.

This second door is obviously much heavier than the previous one, and the sound insulation effect is also good.

After entering the second door, Kazuma's ears are temporarily deaf.

The whole room was full of bang bang bang, and the crowd was writhing frantically under the psychedelic lights.

There's a DJ scratching on the stage - no, there's no scratching in this day and age, and the DJ is supposed to be frantically twisting the knobs on the synth?

Anyway, the DJ was making noise and shaking his head like when Jinguji was playing drums.

Stunned with Ma: "Is he really not going to throw his head off?"

Amao: "Ah? What did you say?"

The noise is so loud it's impossible to have a normal conversation.

He Ma waved his hand: "Leave me alone! Take me for a walk, I'm looking for someone."

Before Ah Mao came, Kazuma had been staring at the exit of "Death Pit", unless the drummer named Yuichi ran through the back door, he must be in this disco.

The key is how to find him?

He Ma glanced at the smoky environment, and couldn't help but stunned: It's really difficult to find a person from this group of demons.

But I thought about it with Ma: If he came here and planned to trade the drug in question, then he couldn't dance in the crowd.

He must be in the booths next to him, that's where he can "talk about things".

So and Ma patted Ah Mao on the shoulder and pointed to the deck.

Amao nodded immediately and led Kazuma to the booth.

The two quickly arrived at the booth area. Before they and Ma could check the people sitting in the booth one by one, a waiter greeted them and said, "What would you like to drink?"

It seems that when you come to the deck, you must order a drink.

He Ma: "There is coffee..."

Amao: "I want whisky."

"Understood, a glass of whiskey, how about you sir?"

The waiter looks at the horse.

He Ma understands, we can only order wine here.

He has lived in Japan for a long time after traveling over, and subconsciously began to abide by the rule that he can't drink before the age of 20.

If I really ordered coffee just now, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a waste if it wasn't for this investigation.

And the horse: "I want vodka."

"A glass of vodka, pay first, sir." The waiter flattened the empty plate and held it out in front of Amao and Hema.

He Ma took out the 10,000-dollar bill just given by Jingu Temple and put it on the plate.

The waiter looked at Kazuma expectantly, apparently waiting for a "don't look for it".

He Ma: "Find good money and send it back with the wine."

The next moment, Kazuma enjoyed an epic face-changing performance.

So blatant?

The waiter responded weakly: "Sir, wait a moment, what you want will come soon."

With that, he turns to leave.

Amao naturally sat down at the nearest booth, and Kazuma quickly followed and sat opposite Amao.

"Are you going to actually drink a bar later?" He Ma asked.

"I'm a real former bad guy. I've been drinking alcohol a long time ago, and so are cigarettes." Ah Mao shrugged, "I was not as tall as I am now, so I always hide from ghosts after drinking. It's quite exciting to hide from the patrolmen on bicycles."

He Ma: "You look like a real adult now, and you shouldn't be interrogated by the police."

"I hope so. When the big deal goes back, find a tie or something to tie it around your head."

And the horse laughed.

Amao's words changed: "Did Master see the goal?"

"No." He Ma shook his head, "When I was stalking outside, because the target was dressed in the visual band, it was pretty easy to follow, but now in this room, all the **** people dressed in the visual band. ..."

"Master, you can do this. The wine will come later. You are holding a wine glass, pretending to be looking for someone to make friends, and wandering around the booth area. This is normal and no one will care."

Stunned with Ma: "Why are you so skilled? How many times have you been to the disco?"

"I'm a former bad guy. I'm very clear about the disco." Ah Mao said and patted his chest.

And the horse shrugged.

At this time, on the stage where the DJ was, a strong man stepped onto the stage.

The brawny man carried the guitar, went straight to the DJ, punched the DJ down, and threw it off the stage.

The people who were dancing stopped wriggling, and a tsunami of cheers erupted.

He Ma pointed to the stage: "What's the matter with this? Customs?"

Amao shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I have never seen this scene. It should be unique to this disco."

A band came on stage and began to tune.

The people in the disco didn't twitch anymore, chanting "URB" "URB" together, loud enough to overwhelm the still playing disco music.

He Ma glanced at Ah Mao, who threw his hands at him.

Obviously this URB is also beyond Amo's knowledge.

He Ma suspects that this URB, is the name of the band. But now the scene where everyone rhythmically shouts three English letters together always reminds Kazuma of the scene of European and American audiences shouting TSM in unison when watching the League of Legends global finals in a previous life.

When I crossed with Ma, the S10 had not yet started to play. I don't know if the S10 will have the big glass master.

At this time, someone finally remembered to turn off the music. A guy dressed as a staff member ran up to the stage, went to the DJ booth, and turned off the current music.

The lead singer of the URB band picked up the microphone and shouted to everyone in the audience: "I'll keep you waiting!"

The following cheers.

"Let's work together, **** the **** of music!" the lead singer shouted again, holding up the universal rock sign.

The people below also raised the same gesture and shouted "God of Music"!

And the back of the horse's head got goosebumps.

What the hell, isn't this Nima really the sacrifice scene of some outer god?

Like playing the **** of music and seduce people with the art of music... the king in yellow?

No, no, no?

He Ma glanced at Ah Mao, who also frowned.

After meeting his eyes, Ah Mao asked He Ma, "Master, this scene... reminds me of **, how can I distinguish music fanaticism from religious fanaticism?"

And the horse: "Perhaps there is no need to distinguish."

He Ma thinks of the SCP Foundation, which he paid close attention to in his previous life. This is an open-ended novel and strange story creation project co-created by many people. There is an SCP in this project that is a joke. And the frenzy caused by musicians like Michael Jackson is seen as an anomaly.

Because of the inability to contain this phenomenon, in the end the SCP Foundation decided to assassinate Elvis and others.

There is an appendix at the end of that document, which is an assessment by the Ethics Committee of the SCP Foundation, which believes that this phenomenon may not be SCP, but just a frenzy caused by normal music.

Now that I have witnessed "Music Mania" with Ma, I suddenly feel that the SCP may not be playing tricks - maybe this is really some kind of anomaly.

If so, that would explain a lot.

This kind of fanaticism, to be honest, is no different from religious fanaticism.

It's just that the music lovers didn't launch a crusade.

And the frenetic scene in front of Kazuma might really be the Mass of the God of Music, a **** who doesn't know where it came from.

When I get home, Kazuma will definitely have a good chat with Tamamo about this.

At this time, the stinky waiter just now came back and put the wine and change on the table in front of Hema.

And Ma put away the change, picked up the wine glass, and glanced at A Mao: "I'll go around."

Amao nodded: "I'm right here, serving as backup."

He Ma stood up and walked towards the depths of the booth area with a leisurely pace.

Meanwhile, the URB band on stage began to sing their first song.

I can't say much about the rock and roll I've listened to in my entire life. I think I still have a certain appreciation for rock and roll.

The rock of the URB band made him involuntarily turn his head to look at the stage.

This band, unexpectedly good?

So, after meeting the God of Music, can you really improve your music creation ability?

He Ma was thinking about it when he ran into someone else head-on, and the wine in his hand spilled all over He Ma.

He turned his head to look at the person he met, and was about to apologize when he suddenly realized that the other person was not kind.

The strong man who is a head taller than Hema looked down at Hema: "Oh, this lost lamb, doesn't seem to find where his home is?"

He Ma smiled: "I just want to find someone to be friends with."

"Anyone who loves music is a friend, do you love music?" the strong man asked rhetorically.

He Ma: "Of course, I love music too much."

"But you're not bringing a guitar, you're bringing a bamboo knife," said the strong man.

"This..." He Ma was about to explain when suddenly there were enthusiastic cheers around him.

He and the strong man turn to look at the stage.

I saw a man climbed onto the stage from the front of the stage, went straight to the URB drummer, knocked the drummer down with a punch, grabbed the drum stick and started beating.

The person on stage was the drummer Yu Yi who led Kazuma to this disco!

Violent drums resounded throughout the disco. The rest of the URB members were about to fight, but their expressions changed when they heard the drums.

The lead singer shouts: "A new family is born! Let's go crazy for music together!"

He Ma opened his mouth halfway, and he felt more and more that this popular so-called new drug was not as simple as **.

Where does the general ** have this effect?

Can it really improve the level of music creation?

At this time, the strong man in front of Hema said, "Do you also want to see the God of Music?"

He Ma nodded decisively: "A little interested."

He wants tangible evidence.

"Then you're in the wrong place," said the strong man. "We don't know what's going on here."

He Ma looked suspiciously at the strong man.

The other party changed his expression of ferocity just now, and spread his hands: "We are just operating discotheques peacefully. We pay protection fees to the Inagawa Club who manage this site every week, and then we have to pay for the management of this area. Patrols, and occasionally a gift for the chief's daughter.

"We are good people."

He Ma frowned. He knew that if he came to this disco, he probably wouldn't find anything.

The enemy has been alerted and ran away cautiously.

This time, however, it wasn't entirely without gain.

He Ma turned his head to look at Yuichi, the drummer who was playing passionately on the stage.

At least He Ma knew someone who must have had an affair with the God of Music.

Also discovered URB, an underground band that may all be related to the God of Music.

Next, as long as you keep an eye on the drummer Yuichi, and find out about the URB band, you can always find some clues.

So He Ma showed a regretful expression: "That's it, I'll ask these people on stage later."

"It's useless." The strong man shook his head, "Many of us have asked the question of what the **** of music is, and they ended up saying a lot of things they didn't understand. Say who the **** of music is, Elvis or John Lennon,' and they burst out laughing."

It's half-pretend and half-actually shocked: "Not even Elvis and John Lennon are the gods of music?"

The strong man shrugged: "Yeah, I think it's ridiculous too. Maybe in their opinion, these few are just 'envoys' or 'saints'."

He Ma took advantage of the situation to test out his inference: "Is this a new religion?"

"Who knows, I personally feel that the popularity of rock and roll is already religious enough." The strong man shrugged, then snapped his fingers, summoning a squire, "Come on, give this man a new glass of vodka, I knocked over his vodka after all."

The waiter nodded: "Okay."

The strong man added: "Send it to the guest's place."

The meaning is obvious, to let Hema go back to his seat as soon as possible and don't move around.

He Ma got off the donkey: "Okay, I'll go back and wait for the vodka. Why don't you come and sit down and talk?"

"No, as the manager of this disco, I'm still quite busy." Said the strong man bowed to Hema, turned and left.

The waiter stood where he was, looking at Kazuma, obviously he wouldn't go get the wine unless Kazuma returned.

He Ma can only turn back to his seat and glance at Ah Mao.

Amao: "Feeling hit a nail?"

"Yes, the main lord should have run away. It is estimated that there will be no pill trade in this place for a long time to see the God of Music." He Ma was speechless.

"Are you scared of a snake?"

"That's right. But if we don't come in and see, we'll never be sure that there's really a problem here." He Ma whispered.

At this point the waiter brought the wine.

And the waiter left with the horse, and directly poured the wine from the wine glass into the trash can under the table.

He wouldn't drink any drink that could be brought by someone who might be an enemy.

Amo: "How about I go out and call Officer Shiratori?"

"It's useless. The other party has left the relationship clean and can only catch the few on the stage. But looking at that, they won't reveal their secrets 100%."

Amao also looked at the stage and looked helpless.

"Let's go," said He Ma.

Amao nodded, and also poured the undrinked wine in front of him into the trash can under the table.

Then the two stand up and move towards the door.

**

On the second floor of the death pit, the man wearing a peaked cap asked the manager of the death pit who came upstairs: "Detective?"

"No, it's not like. On the outside, it feels more tender than the average criminal policeman, like a college student, but...and has a very oily feeling. It's very smooth."

The man in the cap frowned.

The manager continued: "And I always feel that the person I'm talking to is a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."

In this era, image dissemination mainly relies on photos in newspapers and TV. It is normal for people who don't read newspapers and TV often to be unfamiliar with Hema's face.

But the name "Kiryu Kazuma" should be known to many people through word of mouth~IndoMTL.com~ Especially the inhabitants of this underground world, for the people who singled out a three-generation organization of Kanto United. The name is somewhat heard.

However, just now, Kiryu and Ma didn't report their families.

The man in the cap pondered for a few seconds, then said to his men by the door, "Follow them."

The subordinate nodded immediately and left quietly.

The man in the cap then said to the manager, "We're going to move, we can't stay where we're being watched."

The manager hurriedly asked: "Then if someone comes to sell something, we should..."

"Don't worry, the God of Music will guide the kin to find new selling points. You just need to keep giving the kin a place to use their musical strengths."

The manager hesitated, but nodded, "Got it."

To be honest, the manager doesn't believe the nonsense that the **** of music guides his followers at all.

But since people didn't want to tell him what was going on, he didn't bother to ask.

In the underground world, it is a blessing to know less.

"Is there anything else I need to do?" the manager asked.

The man in the cap shook his head: "No, you did a good job. If the police come, just tell everything you know. When you need legal aid, someone will naturally pat the lawyer. come to you."

The manager bows to the man in the cap and exits the room.

The man in the peaked cap immediately stood up, without looking at the alternate passage leading to the back door, he directly opened the window of the room, jumped out of the window, and quickly disappeared into the night with a parkour action that would make him marvel at the sight of a horse.

The wind blew into the room from the open window, causing the curls of green smoke from the unextinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray to dance with the wind.

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