I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 47: The tide

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Two days later.

Somewhere in Hokuriku in the mountains.

The wolf **** opened his eyes and immediately realized he was sleeping.

"It's actually you." He said to the river full of lanterns in front of him, "You still like to play these pomps as before."

Dream-eating tapir rode down the river and came to Yamataro.

"I didn't expect you to hide in such a remote mountain."

"It's not as isolated from the world." Wolf God shook his head, "At least the postal system can still deliver parcels here. Although it is only delivered once every two weeks, it's enough for me."

"Are you really reading human novels?" Dream Eater was shocked, "You've changed, Yamataro."

The white giant wolf, who was still shaking his head, froze suddenly: "Eh? You, where did you know that name?"

"Big fox's current male pet told me directly."

The giant wolf laughed loudly: "My favorite boy? Do you really think so? You will suffer if you underestimate him."

"It looks like you have a good impression of him?" The Nightmare Tapir stared at the giant wolf without a smile in his eyes.

"It's alright, although he likes to interrupt others, he's rude, and he likes to call people random names, but in general, he's a good young man. So I just came here to laugh at me being slapped by humans. Yamataro as a name?"

"Of course not. I'm here to tell you that I've found a way to make the mystery return." Nightmare Tapir looked at Yamataro seriously.

Yantaro frowned: "You found a way to make the Soviet Union decide to attack?"

"What?" Nightmare Tapir frowned, "What Soviet Union?"

"Superpower, the other pole on the other side of the Iron Curtain, you don't even know this, do you? Then how do you trigger a nuclear war to destroy human civilization and make a resurgence of mystery?"

Dream-eating tapir: "What are you talking about?"

Yantaro: "What are you talking about, you haven't understood human society at all after so many years?"

"Of course I understand, I have had offspring with many human women, but I don't know anything about the Soviet Union."

Yantaro: "Isn't it? The international community of humans is very interesting, and if you look closely, you can find some traces of foreign monsters' activities."

"Stop talking about this." Dream-Eating Tapir shook its nose, "Do you want to come with me and burn the human world to ashes?"

"No." Yamataro decisively refused.

"Why?"

"Because in my opinion, the human world is bound to perish, we just need to wait. You see, I am in this mountain, trying not to consume the power of the demons as much as possible, and living a very comfortable life. When human beings perish, I will It would be good to go back to the world to receive them. But at that time, the earth was probably devastated, and it would not recover for thousands or hundreds of years. However, after the mysterious resurgence, I had time to slowly clean up and manage everything from scratch.”

The Nightmare Tapir stared at Shantaro for a few seconds, then nodded, "Okay. Since that's the case, I'll have to do it myself."

"Good luck to you." After saying that, Yamataro watched as the Nightmare Tapir's boat, which had set sail again, gradually drifted away.

**

With the horse here.

After that, Kiryu Dojo and his party stayed in this mountain for more than a week.

Three weeks of Sonny Music, all the money was paid out, and I can't help it.

Anyway, He Ma knew what was going on with the bacteria and wasn't afraid at all.

In the final analysis, biological weapons that use bacteria as carriers are too weak. Back then, there were no antibiotics. We could only rely on serum to deal with bacteria. Serum is very troublesome to prepare, store and use, which is why bacterial weapons are so Point of practical significance.

However, during World War II, Americans took the lead in mass-producing penicillin, and the significance of bacteriological weapons suddenly fell to the limit.

During the Korean War, the United States also used bacteriological weapons on the volunteers. At that time, the production capacity of penicillin in China was very small. Drinking boiled water and other methods stopped the effect of bacterial weapons.

So Kazuma is not afraid at all. Anyway, he is not allergic to antibiotics, and this outdated bacterial weapon dug out of the soil probably has no resistance.

So many people would have died before, simply because the ravine didn't prepare a lot of antibiotics.

He Ma was actually surprised. When he just graduated in his last life, he rented a house in the urban-rural fringe for a period of time to save money. He had to rely on the barefoot doctors in the village who did not know whether they had a license or not. Give you antibiotics first.

According to Hema's understanding, there may not be regular doctors in this kind of countryside, but antibiotics are sufficient.

Ghost knows what's going on in Japan.

No matter what, there is definitely no shortage of antibiotics in the hot spring street now, and Kazuma has no worries, and continues to live with his apprentices and sister. Every morning after the morning exercise, he goes up to the mountain to soak in the hot spring, and comes back to play games and read books in the evening. very happy.

The people from Sonny Music don't have such a leisurely relationship with Ma. They may be more worried that they will continue to stay and get sick, and then ask for leave to affect their work. After the blockade is over, they will leave first.

Other tourists who came to the Hot Springs Street left as soon as the blockade ended, and no one wanted to stay in such an epidemic area where a lot of people died.

As a result, August has not yet arrived, and the hot spring town, which was originally the peak tourist season, has become a crowded place.

However, the Ground Self-Defense Force and the biological experts from Tokyo are still stationed near the hot spring street. They will go to the hot spring street to eat and consume, which should be able to make up for some of the local people's losses.

On the morning of July 24th, Ma and Ma finished their morning exercise as usual, and they were about to take Mikako and the others to go to the hot springs on the mountain, but they were stopped at the main entrance of the hotel.

The CIA operator who came to him last time: "Kiryu and Ma, do you have time now?"

Kazuma turned to look at Mikako, who was carrying a bag of water toys.

Mikako: "Ah, I suddenly want to drink milk, go buy a box first, do you want Kazuma?"

"Bring me a box too."

"Understood!" Mika Zichong and Ma saluted, turned and ran back.

Nichinan Rica just came out with the folded reclining chair, and when she saw Mikako, she asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? Don't you go up the mountain?"

Mikako picked up the Japanese cuisine and dragged her back.

He Ma looked at the Americans, recalled each other's names, and said, "Mr. Smith? Haven't seen each other for over a week? Sit inside for a while?"

"No, no." Smith waved his hand, "I'm here to say goodbye, Mr. Kiryu. The CIA's mission here is over."

Kawama: "That's it. But why did you come to say goodbye to me? I'm just a college student enjoying my time here."

Smith didn't answer, staring at Hema for a long time before sighing heavily: "I think you won't speak if I ask you."

"It depends on what you ask." He Ma spread his hands, "Generally speaking, as long as I don't ask my apprentice's measurements and other private information, I will be happy to cooperate."

Smith stared at Kazuma and slowly put his hand inside the trench coat, looking like he was about to draw a gun.

He Ma was also ready to deal with it, waiting for Smith to attack.

As a result, Smith pulled out a green ticket—that is, U.S. dollars.

He held the bottom edge of the dollar and showed it to Kazuma like a red card from the referee on the pitch.

He Ma looked at him suspiciously.

Smith was speechless, took out his wallet and put the dollars back.

He Ma: "What are you doing? Why can't I understand it? Is there anything in that dollar bill?"

Smith: "Never mind. It looks like you really don't know."

And the horse: "Know what? The All-Seeing Eye and Freemasonry? And the Templars?"

Smith stopped as if under petrification magic and looked at Kazuma.

He Ma also frowned: "Uh, no? I'm talking nonsense.

"Besides, the all-seeing eye on the dollar has always been a popular urban legend.

"The Freemasonry founded America, the Templars found King Solomon's treasure and smuggled him into America. It's a cliché, like the Roswell affair and Area 51."

Smith grinned at Hema: "Yeah, and the crop circles in England and the Nazca floor paintings in Peru are all popular urban legends right now."

And the horse: "Don't forget the Loch Ness monster and Bermuda."

"Yes, there are also the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda." Smith paused, stared into He Ma's eyes, and said without warning, "But what if these are actually true?"

He laughed with Ma: "Then I'll definitely go to the Hammer Snake first."

The Japanese are well known for their passion for the mallet snake.

As long as there is information about the sighting of the Wild Hammer Snake, a large number of fans will come and look for it.

Smith also laughed: "That's right. Hammer, haha, Hammer."

He put the dollar bill just now into his wallet, and then stuffed the wallet into the inner pocket of the trench coat.

"Then, farewell, Mr. Kiryu."

He Ma frowned: "You came here to chat with me?"

"This isn't bullshit." Smith looked at Kazuma and considered it for a while, "You're being targeted by this organization that prints itself on the dollar."

He Ma: "Why is the Fed staring at me?"

Smith spreads his hands: "I don't know, maybe you can ask them yourself. I would have liked you to tell me a little bit about this mysterious behind-the-scenes organization."

He Ma: "Then I don't understand, you investigate an agency that prints its logo on the dollar? Are you not American? That agency should be your boss, right?"

"Because of curiosity." Smith shrugged, "I thought the world I lived in was already secretive enough, but I didn't expect there to be more secretive existences. As an intelligence officer, is it normal to be curious?"

He Ma nodded: "Understandable."

"Actually, I'm personally curious about you, Mr. Kiryu. I always think that Miss Akanishi's condition is not as simple as playing crazy at night and getting caught in the rain."

Kawama: "I'm very sorry about Miss Akanishi. I'll visit her often in the future, and I'll try my best to help her parents."

He Ma was just talking about the scene, he didn't want to visit the murderer's parents.

Of course I'm saying this here mainly to play dumb with Smith.

Smith stared at Hema for a few seconds with a half-smile, then shook his head: "Farewell."

He turns and walks towards the hotel door.

He Ma has been watching Smith's back thoughtfully.

**

Arriving outside the hotel, Smith gestured to Li, who was smoking by the car door outside the hotel, and the two got into the car together.

After getting into the car, Smith stared at the satellite phone installed in the car.

In the absence of mobile phones, car satellite phones are the most advanced mobile communication devices.

Smith's car has been modified, and the entire roof has been converted into a one-piece antenna.

The satellite phone does not ring.

Smith thought he would get a warning or something after reminding Kiryu to pay attention to those who use the all-seeing eye as a sign.

He hopes to use this to reconnect with this hidden organization.

However, his expectations fell through.

Or those people are not as powerful as Smith imagined and don't know about this little act of betrayal by Smith.

Or they don't care about it at all.

They haven't contacted Smith since that night.

This makes Smith feel left out.

He had always thought of himself as one of the best agents in the Far East Bureau. Sooner or later, he would be in a high position in the CIA, maybe even become the CIA director and sit in front of the president as an aide.

But now, the seasoned and accomplished Smith was summoned to pick up a sturdy man who jumped off a blackbird, and then tossed it aside.

They didn't even include Smith in the hunt for KGB agents a week ago.

In those few days, the entire Far East Bureau was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed. Everyone was busy, but Smith was left in this ravine to supervise the Japanese to deal with bacteria slowly.

Smith sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked impatiently.

Li, who was sitting in the co-pilot, opened the window to let the air circulate, and looked at Smith in confusion: "What's the matter with you? You look like a troublesome child."

"Slightly unpleasant."

Lee shrugged and asked again, "What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we get out of here and return to Tokyo? Although I personally would love to spend a few more days in this beautiful place, we are paying taxes after all. What about people's wages?"

Smith exhaled a large puff of cigarette and flicked the ash.

At this time, He Ma led several girls out of the hotel and went up the mountain.

Li muttered, "Look at that guy, I hope he can take it."

Smith also looked at Kiryu and his party, his eyes following their figures until they disappeared on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

He put the cigarette in the car ashtray and finally glanced at the satellite phone before starting the car, circling the parking lot and heading down the long ramp.

**

Welfare Technology Headquarters, the office of President Hechuan Farong.

This room is not so much the office of the president of a cutting-edge technology product company as it is a collection room of a magician.

A full bearskin rug is spread across the office floor, and a variety of South American jungle-inspired shields and masks hang on the walls.

The incense burner bought in India is placed in the corner, and plumes of blue smoke come out of the incense burner.

Falong Hechuan is sitting behind a large desk with an unidentified lion head decoration hanging on the wall behind him.

He looked at the visitor in front of him and threw the business card he just got on the table.

"Mr. Shigehiro Genji, can I ask how you got through my guard?"

"Just let them daydream a bit."

Hechuan Farong's expression changed suddenly, from the condescending look just now, to an approachable business smile: "So...are you a monster? Or a fairy?"

"Looks like it's not the first time you've seen something inhuman." Shige Hiroshi grinned, "That would be easier. I thought I needed to show my abilities."

"It would be better if you could show it. But I also know that the mysterious decline is now. You have to use your power carefully, so you don't have to force it. You just need to tell me..." Hechuan Faron took out a book of water and wood from the drawer. Shigeru's Yokai Encyclopedia, "Which one are you here?"

Mr. Shigehiro stared at the name of the author Mizuki Shigeru on the cover of the illustrated book for a few seconds before saying, "I am the dream-eating tapir, the monster that rules the dream."

Falong Hechuan was overjoyed: "That's great! We happen to have a psychological experiment related to dreams in progress! It's convenient to ask how much you know about modern human psychology?"

Chonghong Yuansi smiled slightly: "I didn't know much at first. But because of some coincidences, I learned a lot of relevant knowledge through my children."

"Oh? That son, please make sure to let him join the club as well."

Chonghong Yuansi shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. She will spend her whole life in a vegetative state on the hospital bed."

Hechuan Farong asked solemnly: "What happened?"

"Kiryu and Ma, you should know?"

Hechuan Farong's expression froze, and then he became hideous: "Of course I know that he ruined my good deeds, and then provokes me."

The corner of Chong Hong Yuansi's mouth rises: "Then we have a common enemy."

Actually, Shigehiro Yuansi - aka Nightmare Tapir - doesn't care if he "revenge" Kazuma, after all, he knew it would turn out when he dropped Akanishi.

He said this just to reach a smoother partnership with Hechuan Farong.

Hechuan Farong stood up and extended his hand to him: "If that's the case, let's work together."

Shigehiro Yuanji also stood up and held Hechuan Falong's hand.

After shaking hands, Chonghong Yuansi was about to let go, but found that Hechuan Farong had no intention of letting go.

"Mr. Chonghong Yuansi," Hechuan Falong said with a smile, "revival of mystery is also one of my goals, you don't have to go around like this. How can you big monsters avenge a child?"

Shihong Yuanji also laughed: "Sorry ~IndoMTL.com~ I underestimated you, Mr. Hechuan. It seems that you have a partnership with more than one big monster. Is it convenient for us to meet? After all, the current situation, It's not easy to meet old friends."

Falong Hechuan shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. You are the first big Japanese monster I have ever seen."

He finally let go of Shigehiro Yuanji's hand.

After withdrawing his right hand, he used his left hand to adjust the ring that had just fallen off when he shook hands.

The disc with the All-Seeing Eye logo on the ring has been turned to the front.

Chonghong Yuanji glanced at the sign and frowned.

"Let's talk about the details of the cooperation," said Hechuan Farong.

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