I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 34: Sunny morning

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Agent Smith is in the communications van, reporting to "The Gentlemen of Langley".

After giving a brief report on the current situation, he routinely added: "A detailed written report will be submitted later."

The voice fell, the other end of the radio was silent, and there was only the rustling of static in Smith's earphones.

Smith waited for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, and the response came: "Agent Smith, ignore Kiryu and Ma."

"What? Why? He obviously knows a lot of inside information. If he doesn't care, maybe the inside information will be revealed..."

"Don't worry, even if he writes to all the news agencies in Japan as soon as he gets home, it won't cause any waves." The voice over the radio said in an unquestionable tone, "To put it bluntly, we I don't care."

Smith was silent for a few seconds, but still unwilling: "I thought that containing Japan's * * * is our primary goal."

"That's true, but only to this extent that we don't care."

"If Kiryu and Ma revealed these things to the United**..."

"Agent Smith, I said one last time, we don't care."

Smith bit his lip: "Okay, I see. From now on I will no longer pay attention to Kiryu and Ma, and I will no longer monitor him."

In fact, he said this with a bit of personal emotion and the intention to demonstrate, but the other side responded: "That's good. Your manpower has more important tasks, and an SR71 Blackbird has entered the take-off preparation process. , it will drop VIP over you in a few hours, and you need to make sure that VIP can successfully complete his mission."

Smith frowned: "Blackbird? Has the technology of airdropping people with that thing been done?"

"It's not done yet, but we don't care."

Smith frowned even more: "You don't care about that, that's not right, who are you? The gentlemen of Langley are usually rambunctious, I want Senior Mission Director Donald to speak!"

"Approve, we will transfer it to Donald after we end the call." The voice on the other side of the radio still sounded calm, as if the owner of the voice had no emotion at all, "As for who we are, you don't need to know. .You just need to know that the whole CIA works for us."

"Are you the President of the United States? The President's National Security Council? I ask you to confirm your identity and apply for the identification process E1."

"Approve, start the authentication process."

Then the opposite side was replaced with an electronic synthetic voice, and a long list of numbers was announced.

Smith took out the electronic validator that he carried with him. This thing was roughly equivalent to the little genius phone watch that was popular among parents in the next life, but in 1981 it was a real high-end electronic device. equipment.

Smith entered the numbers he heard into it, and the results came out soon. No matter who he is communicating with now, he must be able to direct his "online".

"The verification is over. I... dammit, why do I have to make such a rambunctious, mystical atmosphere? Are you really the secret society those conspiracy theorists say?"

"You just need to know that our logo is on the dollar bill. Do you have any questions, Agent Smith?"

Smith sighed, "Not anymore."

"Then, at your request, the call will be forwarded to Senior Mission Director Donald."

"No, I don't need it anymore. Donald will definitely talk a lot, and I have to arrange for that VIP to pick up. Let me first explain that there is no flat and hard ground for landing within a dozen kilometers nearby. Mountain There is some flat land, but it's all paddy fields, and it's terribly soft."

"Don't worry, go on your mission. Langley's done."

After that, the communication was cut off.

Smith was speechless, then took out a green one-hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, looked at Franklin's head and said to himself, "The logo is on the dollar bill? Could it be the Federal Reserve?"

He shook his head and was about to stuff the dollar bills back into his pocket when his eyes swept across a triangular mark.

He pauses and examines the note carefully again, finding the symbol he just swiped by accident.

The symbol was there, but Smith had never noticed it before.

The All-Seeing Eye, the symbol of the Freemasonry.

The Freemason itself is actually not as mysterious as conspiracy theories say. It is an open organization. When American politicians raise campaign funds, they often go to the dinners held by the Freemason to give speeches and collect donations.

Most of the time Freemasonry doesn't look very different from charitable organizations or political lobbying organizations.

In those countries of old Europe, Freemasonry would hold a reception every once in a while in high-end private clubs, where some topics of interest would be discussed, but that was the end of it.

At least according to Smith's past knowledge, that's it.

But at this moment, looking at the all-seeing eye that exists on the US dollar bill for granted, but has been ignored by him, Smith shuddered when he recalled the communication just now - it was obviously a midsummer night.

Smith collects the dollar bills and takes a deep breath.

——I have to pick up the VIP.

Shit, skydive from an SR71 Blackbird flying in the stratosphere at triple the speed of sound, thanks to the tech lunatics at Skunk Works.

Don't drop the VIP directly into bolognese, and take the time to recover him from the fields.

Muttering, Smith opened the door of the comm.

According to regulations, when Smith reports upwards, no one can stand within five meters of the communication vehicle.

Smith's partner and second-in-command Lee is smoking a cigarette bored five meters away.

"Hey, let's go, there's work to do. Washington sent us a special courier." Smith waved to Lee and greeted him.

"From Washington? Do you know how many hours it takes Washington to fly here? Even from the West Coast, it's enough time for us to have a drink and a good night's sleep."

"Guests come in SR71, airborne." Smith said succinctly.

Lee whistled: "Make America great."

This was Reagan's campaign slogan. Later, a young man with fluttering blond hair who knew everything learned it and changed it to continue using it.

"Come on," Smith said.

He wanted to talk about the mysterious new boss, but after hesitating for a while, he thought it would be better not to talk about it. There are already enough conspiracy theorists in the world, and their number should not be increased.

**

Early the next morning, Kazuma opened his eyes and his first reaction was to check his shorts.

Fortunately, there is no need to replace it.

He sits up and pats his face to cheer himself up.

——I'm going to ask Ms. Akanishi today if there has been a camera theft.

He stood up and swiftly rolled up the quilt and pushed it aside.

The guy from the hotel will clean up and put away the bedding, which is the case these days.

Washed up briefly in the bathroom with the horse and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard voices practicing voice in the next room.

It's Kazumasa Kobayashi, who collaborated with Kazuma this time—that is, Kazumasa Oda's different time and space counterpart.

He Ma raised his eyebrows and knocked directly in front of Xiao Lin's room.

"Please come in."

Hearing the response from inside, and Mara opened the door and entered the room, they saw Kobayashi Kazuo holding a guitar, sitting on the window sill, humming while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's actually you." Kobayashi Kazuma hurriedly stood up when he saw that it was Kazuma, "I thought it was Mr. Da Zhang or Mr. Oikawa. I'll make you some tea..."

He Ma Xin thought, you won't make tea when Da Zhang or Da Yanchuan comes, right?

Xiao Lin and Zheng entered the pantry, but immediately looked apologetically and asked, "I only have instant coffee, is this okay?"

He Ma: "As long as it's not black tea, it's fine."

"Okay, no black tea." Kobayashi and Zheng retreated to the pantry, "I don't like black tea, do you think it's too dry?"

"No, I just want to sleep when I drink black tea."

"What a strange physique."

While talking, Kobayashi Hezheng came out with two cups of instant coffee, handed one to Kazuma, and sat back on the window sill with one cup in his arms.

"It's really bad, Kiryu-sensei, it's obviously here to collect the wind, but I came across a new type of bacteria. I don't know how long we will be quarantined."

He said to Ma Shunkou: "Fourteen days in general."

"Is that so? As expected of a student of Dongda University, I know a lot."

No, this is an experience from a previous life.

Kobayashi Kazuo put some coffee on the windowsill and picked up the guitar again.

This time he played the chords that arranger Teacher Da Zhang just wrote for "Sudden Love Story".

I have to say that although Kazuma doesn't know who Mr. Zhang corresponds to in his previous life history, he is good at it.

Kobayashi Kazuma started to sing.

Kawama never thought that one day he would be able to listen to Kobayashi Kazuma's concert at such a close distance, or 1-on-1.

It's just one song, and Hema applauds gently.

Xiao Lin and Zheng showed a humble smile: "It's not good to sing well. I changed the chord of Teacher Da Zhang a little..."

"Good change!" He Ma gave a thumbs up, "Just sing like you, I said."

After all, this is the real master who created "Sudden Love" - ​​the different time and space equivalent, and the changes he made are of course supportive of He Ma.

Kobayashi Kazuma: "This... don't you ask Mr. Zhang to discuss it first?"

"This is a song I wrote, and I have the final say." After talking with Ma, he realized that it was a bit cheeky to say this in front of the real original author?

Kobayashi Kazuma: "Really...Thanks to Mr. Kiryu's love. As a singer who has just debuted for a few years, I can be appreciated by Mr. Kiryu, who is at the peak of his debut, and I am really apprehensive..."

"Don't say that, as soon as I listen to your song, I think this sudden love song belongs to you."

Next, Kazuma greeted Xiaolin a few more times, and after finishing the coffee, he was about to get up and say goodbye.

Kobayashi Kazuma suddenly asked, "Are there any details about the song on the B side?"

He Ma: "Ah, I have eyes."

Actually, he'd already had his eyes on him -- or he'd already figured out which song to copy.

Already have this song "Sudden Love" as the title song. This song has the strength to become a national hit regardless of the quality of the song or the style of the song.

So Kazuma plans to put a song on the B side that goes beyond the current era.

For example, get a song from after 2000 or even after 2010.

Something like "Riding on the Silver Dragon's Back" and "LEMON" are all within Kazuma's consideration.

Although I have long thought about what to copy, Kazuma has always told Oikawa Houichi that he has no inspiration.

This is actually a fake, he wants to act more like a creator.

Obviously Kobayashi and Masa believe Kazuma's nonsense.

Now that He Ma said that he has eyes and eyes, Kobayashi Kazuyo looks very happy: "Great, it seems that the ancient Chinese saying that after a great disaster there must be good luck makes a lot of sense."

He Ma also smiled and said, "That's it, but if you write a new song, you will have to suffer a big disaster. I respect Xie Bumin."

"That's true. If that's the case, Kiryu-sensei, you might be able to handle all the difficulties."

"Then I should become a Buddha." He Ma waved his hand, "I still want to spend more time in this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hema heard someone shouting in the corridor: "Hema! Where are you?"

Just listening to this loud voice, you know it must be Mikako.

"I'll go first." Kazuma stood up, "Thank you for your coffee."

"Looking forward to the new song." Kobayashi Kazuma also stood up and sent Kazuma to the door.

As soon as Kazuma opened the door, he saw Mikako running down the corridor.

"Ah, Kazuma, you're here! Scared me, I thought you were missing." Mikako stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go, let's go to the morning exercise. I'll see if the cholera has made your fists. Get weaker!"

"Bullshit, you definitely want to take this opportunity to find some ground."

"Hey, it's a fine tradition of our Japanese. Let's go, let's go."

Mikako grabbed Kazuma's hand and dragged him up the stairs.

He Ma turned his head and waved to Kobayashi Kazuha.

Kobayashi nodded, then closed the door.

Going down to the second floor, Kazuma met Akaishi Kaede at the corner of the stairs.

He Maichi grabbed Mikako in front of her and asked her to stop, then said to Akaishi Kaede, "Miss Akanishi, is it convenient now?"

"Uh," Akaishi Feng glanced at Mikako and found that the latter was completely irrelevant, so he nodded, "I don't have anything to do, why, the investigation has been revealed? But the Lord of God is already dead..."

Akanishi Kaede always believed that the God Lord Masao Ota killed Watanabe and Oda.

Looking at her like this now, she doesn't intend to hold the dead person accountable.

He Ma shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that. I want to ask a question, did you have any camera loss incidents last year?"

Then the unexpected happened.

When Akasai Kaede heard the four words missing from the camera, a haze immediately appeared on his face.

"I don't want to talk about this unless you tell me what it has to do with Watanabe's death!"

Stunned with the horse.

He couldn't tell Akaishi Kaede that "there may be a half-demon who was seen by Watanabe and took a photo".

"If you don't tell me what the camera thing has to do with Watanabe's death, please show your police handbook. As a law-abiding citizen, I have an obligation to assist the criminal police in investigating the case, but..."

"You have entrusted me to investigate the truth of the incident." He Ma countered, "You withheld information from me, so how can I investigate the truth?"

Akaishi Feng glared at Kazuma: "But this is not something that is difficult to investigate. Please check it out yourself. It's about the camera. I don't want to recall this matter, not at all."

After saying that, Akaishi Feng passed Kazuma angrily and went upstairs.

Mikako looked at Akaishi Kaede who left in a huff, and muttered: "What is she pulling at, she doesn't look as good as me, and her **** are not as big as mine, so she was admitted to a school that was a little better than me. It's better than English, and I'm better than her."

Kawama ignored Mikako's muttering, and frowned at Akanishi Kaede's back—what's going on? Is there any secret?

"What the hell, Mikako." He Ma interrupted Mikako's thoughts, "Huashan-kun doesn't pull his stomach now?"

"Good morning, Kazuma, it's been seven days since they started to have diarrhea after eating super spicy ice cream. You haven't paid attention to the matter of Mr. Hua Shan for the past seven days?"

He scratched his head with the horse.

Mikako continued to complain: "They are your apprentices, they paid tuition fees."

"Well, it's my fault. Anyway, he's all right, right? Let's go, let's go find him."

"Hey, what about the morning exercise?"

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you to practice until you beg for mercy. But I'm going to find Hua Shan Jun first."

While talking, Kazuma dragged Mikako back to the third floor and went straight to Hanayama-kun's room along the corridor.

**

Hua Shanzhao looked surprised as soon as he opened the door: "Huh? What's going on? Master, it's unusual for you to come to me so early."

Mikako said, "He wants to ask you about the Meiji University Fantasy Creature Research Association."

"Fantasy Creature Research Association, come in, Master." Hua Shan Jun gave way and said respectfully.

Step into the door with Ma, and sniff first.

Hanayama: "Master Kiryu, don't worry, my stomach has healed for several days. And I usually pay attention to personal hygiene, and there is absolutely no odor in the room."

And Ma was a little embarrassed: "Uh, okay. Mainly because I was a little impressed by hearing your movement outside the toilet for the first two days. Tell me about the Fantasy Creature Research Society. Are they famous?"

Hanayama took out the cushion and asked to sit down with the horse, and replied, "They are not famous at all, after all, they are just a strange research society. There are many strange research societies like Meiji University, research on supernatural, research Ruins - yes Ruins Research seems to be going to a small island full of ruins this summer."

Hema: "Really..."

Actually, he probably guessed what island it was. In his last life, there was a small Japanese island that was prosperous on social media for a while with the ruins.

Hanayama continued: "That's it. But last year, the Fantastical Biology Research Association was the focus of the students at Meiji University, because they died during a summer vacation, and one was in a vegetative state."

Huh? two dead? Still dead in summer?

He Ma: "Are you sure it's two dead?"

"Yes."

"One is Watanabe-kun, and who is the other?" Kazuma asked immediately.

Huashan: "It seems to be Ozawa. Watanabe-kun died in the clubhouse. You should know about this master. As for Ozawa, it's this Ozawa who really caused the uproar.

"Watanabe-kun's camera disappeared when he was in the dormitory. At that time, the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association suspected that Ozawa stole it. Because Ozawa's family was not very good, it was difficult for him to go to university. It takes many jobs to make ends meet.”

He Ma frowned, because working many jobs always reminded him of Ah Mao.

He urged, "And then what?"

"Then Watanabe died, and there were rumors that Ozawa had a grudge and killed Watanabe. The bullying started before school started.

"It is said that Ozawa's rented apartment and his hometown in the countryside have received many anonymous letters, the kind of anonymous letters collaged with words cut out from newspapers, saying he is the murderer."

Kawama: "Is it actually bullying again?"

He Ma's younger sister Chiyoko was bullied at school. Chiyoko said that she came out only by relying on kendo, so the dojo is very important to her.

Hua Shan changed his usual heartless behavior of licking dogs, and his face was solemn: "Yeah, it's bullying again. I didn't expect bullying to appear when I went to college. I don't know if I become a social person or not. Will this happen?"

I'm afraid - still.

However, in the Japanese social system, there are probably not many people who will bully him after becoming a social person.

Hua Shan sighed: "Anyway, the bullying started, and I don't know who did it. Maybe it was like the murder on the Orient Express, a lynching executed by the entire Fantasy Creature Research Society. Then I heard The day before the semester started, Ozawa-san jumped off the roof of the apartment building that Watanabe-kun rented."

Kazuma: "Watanabe-kun's apartment?"

"Yeah, it's an old school building."

The name Dandi Building is somewhat similar to "Khrushchev Building", which refers to a series of real estate projects developed by the "Japan Housing Corporation", referred to as Dandi.

The design of the Dandi Building does refer to the Khrushchev Building in the Soviet Union, and it also incorporates the Japanese longhouse culture - there were a large number of longhouses in pre-war Japan, which are public housing similar to large mansions , mainly for the bottom people.

The Tuandilou mainly housed a large number of middle-class families brought about by the post-war development.

Before the war, Japan did not have such a large number of middle-class people, so the transition from Nagaya to Danjilou can be regarded as reflecting the progress of Japanese society.

Hanayama paused, as if recalling the details: "It seems... Watanabe-kun is not too wealthy, but his parents are both locals in Tokyo, and he is also an ordinary member of a large company. It's just like Meiji University.

"So Watanabe did not rent a rental apartment near Kanda River like me, but rented a suite in Danji Building - of course, I rented Kanda River's apartment to experience life...

"I heard that the stolen camera was very expensive, and Watanabe-kun worked the whole summer in the summer of his final year of high school to buy it."

He Ma: "Really?"

"It should be true, but I also heard that after the camera was lost, it was Watanabe who stopped everyone to question Ozawa, and even said 'it's not Ozawa', but this kindness was lost after Watanabe died , making Ozawa's situation even more severe.

"After all, the bully decided that Ozawa was the murderer, and 'repaying grievance with virtue is unforgivable'. That's probably the case."

Hua Shan stopped and sighed.

He tapped the tatami with Ma's fingers: "There is another Ozawa-kun. I investigated before, and no one told me that there is such a person. The Lord of God probably doesn't know Ozawa, and everyone from the Meiji University Fantasy Creature Research Society I don't want to mention it...then it's you, you're having diarrhea!"

Hua Shan was taken aback: "Huh? So, is it my fault?"

He Ma: "Okay, no wonder. Remember to eat carefully in the future, don't eat everything."

"But, when you see spicy ice cream, it's natural to want to try it, right?" Hua Shan argued, "Don't you want to try it?"

Mikako: "I really want to try it out, but when I think about your miserable condition, forget it."

Kawama: "You don't even have the measure of Mikako!"

Mikako shouted: "What do you mean!"

Hua Shan nodded solemnly: "Master's education is right~IndoMTL.com~ Hey! What do you two mean!"

Kawama: "Don't worry, by the way, Mikako, don't you want to do morning exercises with me? Let's go..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kazuma heard the sound of an engine in the air.

It's the sound of the helicopter's engines.

He walked quickly to the window and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine, just in time to see a Chinook twin-rotor helicopter with the U.S. Marine Corps logo flying through the air.

What the hell? What are the Americans doing?

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