I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 67: Osaka’s longest day in the morning

He Ma, the first night of the school trip passed safely.

In the morning, when the eight of them came to the dining room to sit down for dinner, a classmate joked: "Why do you all look so sick, and it was very intense last night?"

"No, we did the test very late last night." said one of the boys in Kazuma's dormitory, "I feel like I can go straight to the University of Tokyo now."

"Really or not? I don't believe it." The other boys jeered, "You must have raided the girls' dormitory, right? With Nanjo and the others as their inner counsel, it must be very simple."

"What's wrong with us?" The chairman and Nanjo asked Anri Okada and another girl who had no impression of horses into the restaurant, and just heard the words here.

"Uh, this..." The boys who were still chattering just now were silent.

He Ma's eyes were on the girl who didn't have much impression. It seemed that she was the last remaining girl grouped by the girls, who was pulled by Nanjo to live with him in the same room.

In other words, she is also a girl who is not very popular among girls in the class.

Kazuma sat down cross-legged in front of the low table while sighing that Nanjo was really kind.

The restaurant of this hotel is Japanese-style. Usually, the small low tables and cushions are taken away to form a fairly open venue for activities. After placing rows of small low tables, it becomes a dining room.

Tawu classmate sat across from Hema and said while holding up the bowl, "I took a morning bath in the big bath this morning, and when I was drinking milk, I heard the hotel staff say that the hotel seemed to be haunted last night. ."

He Ma frowned: "Haunted?"

He couldn't help but glanced at Gongji Yuzao, who had already turned his attention to this side and listened with his ears perked up.

"Yes, it's haunted," the student at Tower House continued. "It was said that there were people in schoolboy uniforms wandering in the hallway. If you didn't look carefully, you would think they were students of our North Gurren High School, but if you look closely, you will see He is a neurotic uncle, thinking about something.

"But when the clerks approached to ask 'what can I do for you', he ran away quickly."

He Ma: "Sounds like an uncle who got lost in a hotel at night?"

"But he's wearing a high school uniform." The tower house classmate turned to look at the classmates who were already in the dining room, "Where are our classmates who look like an uncle?"

He Ma turned his head and glanced at him, it was true that there was none, but there was a classmate who was an uncle at heart drifting by.

At this time, the chairman said: "It should be a human being. This hotel is not only a group of students who are on a school trip, but also students from a private school. They should leave tomorrow. Maybe it is actually the private school. What about the students?"

Tawu classmates looked strange: "In private schools, boys' school uniforms are usually suit jackets, right?"

"There has been a trend recently, but there are also many famous private schools that still use student uniforms."

Tawu classmate blinked: "But even so, you have no good reason to conclude that it is human?"

"It's a human. Since the clerks have multiple testimonies, indicating that it's not a hallucination or something, then he can only be a human, right? It can't be a primate like a monkey, right?"

"It could also be a ghost or..."

"The ghost does not exist." The chairman asserted, "Most of the so-called ghosts, as well as the phenomenon of ghosts, will eventually prove to be scaring themselves."

"Aren't you a former member of the Department of Spirituality? Does the Ministry of Spiritualism actually not believe in ghosts?"

The chairman said: "That's right, the content of the activities of the Ministry of Spirituality, before I joined it, has become an effort to explore the truth of paranormal events and use science to explain the paranormal."

Tawu classmate looked at the chairman, dumbfounded: "Yes, is that so?"

"Yes." The chairman nodded.

He and Ma always remember that the chairman seems to have said this before.

"But if this isn't a supernatural event," Nanjo added to the conversation, "doesn't that mean there was an uncle in a student uniform hanging around in the hotel yesterday? Isn't this a very dangerous thing? "

"You said that..." Kazuma became alert.

He couldn't help but be alert, so many troublesome things have happened in the past half a year. He suspects that he has Conan's physique, but he is not as exaggerated as Conan, and he will die wherever he goes.

"Let's take a look at the corridor later," Kazuma said.

Nanjo nodded: "Hmm. Bring a wooden knife with you?"

"Of course."

Of course it's better to have a wooden knife than nothing. Although the enemy of the horse in the last incident has already started to use the Deshka heavy machine gun, but that kind of big scene is like the Conan theatrical version, it can only be played once a year.

Approximately.

When I think like this with Ma, I forget that it is 1980, the Cold War is still going on, the Soviet Union is fighting in Afghanistan, the KGB and CIA spies assassinate and infiltrate each other, and conduct so-called "black ops" everywhere.

After dinner, Kazuma took Nanjo and started patrolling the hotel with a wooden knife.

If the opponent is a martial artist with martial arts, Kazuma can see through it at a glance. It's a pity that most people don't have permanent buff or martial arts level, which limits the scope of application of the golden finger of Hema.

He Ma wished he could see at a glance "Oh this girl is cleaning level 15", "This girl is cooking 18", "Oh, this girl is a bed ****".

Unfortunately there is no such good thing.

Now this golden finger plays a role in allowing the stand-in messengers to recognize each other. When Hema looks at the martial artist, he can see the level and genre, and the real martial artist can feel the so-called mind and skill integration in Kazuma.

When the eyes meet, the two sides may have to have a good Pokemon duel.

At the same time as Ma Xin complained about his skills, Nanjo's chatter went in and out of his left ear.

"Anri Okada is a little too cautious, which makes me a little uncomfortable," Nanjo said, and Kazuma was not listening. "It's like I brought a maid, am I a princess of the Warring States Period?"

He Ma reacted to the word "Princess": "Are you okay, no, the princess of the Warring States period is one tenth of you."

"Eh? Really? However, we have to see where the princess is. Mino's enchantress should be better than me, right?"

He Ma frowns, what the **** is Mino's enchantress? What about Mino's poisonous snake, Saito Dozo? No, Kazuma remembered that when he was reciting the history of the Warring States Period, there was Saito Dozo, and the evaluation of his experience was basically the same as that of the previous life.

"That, who is Mino's enchantress?" Kazuma couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"You don't know? I see that when you were reviewing, you said that the Warring States period was very wise. How could you not know this?"

He Ma: "People are not sages, there are always blind spots in knowledge."

"Saito Michizo has a daughter who is not recognized in history, the enchantress of Mino, who once attracted the thick fog to take the opportunity to attack Toyotomi Hideyoshi's fortification troops, but the troops entered the fog and never came back. "

And the horse: ? ? ? ?

Nanjo looked at Kazuma dumbfounded and smiled: "It seems that you are not familiar with these unofficial histories. It's great that I finally found some history of the Warring States period that you didn't know, and I can show it to you. Do you know, rumors say , Uesugi Kenshin..."

"It's a woman, I know." He Ma Miao replied.

"Why do you know this?"

Nonsense, I have said this in my previous life.

And I am with you, but I am a diehard fan of the Sengoku Lance game.

He Ma and Nanjo chatted all the way and patrolled all the way, mixed with wandering and daze, and spent the free time for today's group to go out to see the school.

And in the utility room they passed by, in the gap between the storage cabinet and the wall, the green light on the C4 explosive detonator was flickering lightly, and each flash was one step closer to detonation. second.

**

Kinichi Kinma and Rei Komori go to school together every morning.

As soon as the two met, Komori Shanling asked, "Uncle Xingxiong didn't come back last night?"

"Yes. He called back and said that there was a 'guest' from Tokyo." Kenichi Kinma said nonchalantly.

"Nothing will happen, right? The guests from Tokyo are coming..." Komori Shanling looked worried, "Will there be another big thing?"

Kian Ma Jianyi also looked serious: "I feel that things are unusual. I don't remember my father's experience of living in the police headquarters for such a long time."

"Alas," Komori Shanling sighed, "My father also came from Kyoto, but he arrived in Osaka and has never returned home. Does he think he is the Great Yu of China?"

Kinma Kenichi comforted: "Don't worry too much, since someone from Tokyo has come over, it means that they came with a clue. This kind of cross-regional linkage is not common."

Because the police in Osaka and Kyoto are close geographically and are closely connected, they often interact with each other.

But it's different in Tokyo. The Osaka prefectural police have been unhappy why the Tokyo police agency is not called the Tokyo prefectural police, but the Metropolitan Police Department.

Osaka people have always wanted to compete with Tokyo. In the era of shogunate rule, the small merchants in Osaka liked to wear small shoes for the officials sent by the shogunate in Tokyo.

After the Meiji Restoration, Osaka people wondered why the Emperor won the Shogunate and fell, and the Imperial Palace moved to Tokyo? Why?

In addition, the high-level people here are all graduates of Kyoto University, and the Metropolitan Police Department is mainly from Tokyo University, so...everyone knows it.

Generally, the Metropolitan Police Department will not make fun of itself. If it sends people to Osaka for business, if it really wants to chase down fugitives, it will not jointly handle the case, but will directly hand it over to the Osaka Prefectural Police.

Send someone directly to explain that the problem is serious.

And based on the common sense established by Kenichi Kinma since he was a child, when he heard that someone from Tokyo was coming, he guessed it was gongan.

Komori Shanling said: "Will the people from Tokyo be gongans? If so, do they have to engage in the student movement again?"

When Komori Shanling and the others were in elementary school, the student movement was surging. As family members of the police, they were deeply impressed by this.

"I don't know, I think it's still the bomber's business." Kinma Jianyi was speechless.

"Should we go help with the search too?" Komori Shanling said suddenly.

"Stop making trouble, what can we do, and cause trouble for Dad and the others. Trust Dad and them."

"But I'm just uneasy. My eyelids have been twitching since this morning. I always feel that something very bad is going to happen."

As soon as Ma Jian looked at the worried girl, he suddenly knocked her against the low wall beside the road without any warning: "Isn't it still me, if something really happened, you and I There must be no problem, no difficulty can knock us down, even if it turns into a scene like Romero's Dawn of the Living Dead, it doesn't matter.

"I will definitely take you to meet the dads."

Although Komori Shanling's cheeks are red, her mouth is very cold: "I want to remind you that at this distance, I can fight better than you."

After speaking, Komori Shanling grabbed the arm of Kenichi Kinichi, and then turned her arm around to restrain him.

"Take it easy, it hurts! Wrong or wrong, you are amazing! You are amazing! Let me go!"

"Don't let it go! Don't let it go until the blush on my face is gone!"

"You don't make sense! Ah, it's dislocated! It's really dislocated!"

**

At this time, Osaka had woken up from its sleep. The streets were full of commuting pedestrians, and the carriages of the trams were crowded with people.

The shops on both sides of the street are also open one by one, and the vibrant Kansai dialect is one after another.

Life is everywhere in the city.

Since the last student parade four years ago until now, Osaka has not had anything to disrupt this peaceful situation.

The big explosion in Kyoto next door was nothing more than a "story" on TV and newspapers to the people of Osaka.

Li Zhenghe is buying breakfast at the convenience store downstairs in a small apartment building that is used as a temporary base for operations.

He suddenly found a very nice and cute little girl in the store, sitting behind the counter reading a book.

Li Zhenghe glanced at the clock on the wall and knew that he was waiting for the school bus to pick him up.

"Little girl," Li Zhenghe said in an authentic Kansai accent, "where is the kindergarten you study?"

The little girl is not too wary, probably because Li Zhenghe's Kansai accent sounds too kind.

She gave a string of addresses.

Li Zhenghe took a piece of candy from the shelf and put it in the fast food he bought. When the little girl finished the bill, he put the candy into her hand: "Uncle gave it to you, this afternoon at the citizen's mansion. There is a performance, my uncle will play a grizzly bear, remember to watch it."

The little girl grinned: "Uncle, you don't have to act, it's very similar."

"Ow~" Li Zhenghe roared in a wonderful way, making the little girl giggle, "Remember, come."

"Good!"

Actually, there was no performance at all. Li Zhenghe just didn't want the little girl to go home too early.

This is too close to Dagen's venue. Moreover, depending on the situation, it may become a fortress for Li Zhenghe and the others to conduct their final resistance.

Children are better off coming back later.

As soon as Li Zhenghe went out, Xing Jishang greeted him.

"I can't tell. I heard you kill such a child without blinking your eyes."

"If she was a juvenile soldier with a gun, or the child of someone who owed me money and didn't pay it back, I would. But she didn't have a holiday with me, did she?"

"This..."

Xing Ji still doesn't know what to say.

Li Zhenghe: "You should treat this as an artist's quirk."

"Okay."

The two went upstairs with a load of fast food.

In the current situation on the second floor, if a policeman suddenly broke in, I would be scared to death.

The M16s, which have been refurbished, are lined up on the long table.

For Li Zhenghe and the others, it is much more difficult than Kalashnikov.

But to pretend to be Korean, of course you can't charge the street with a Kalashnikov.

Eighty percent of Japan's secret services and the CIA know about Li Zhenghe's affiliation, but ordinary people who see it on TV and newspapers don't.

When they see the M16, they naturally think of the U.S. military. Even if the government claims that this has nothing to do with the US military, the public will question why there are so many M16s, and where do these M16s come from? How to prove that this was not deliberately leaked by the US military? Is there a problem with the US military's material management?

However, how to guide the tide of public opinion is not what Li Zhenghe and the others have to manage.

KGB's public opinion experts and the moles they control will complete the next task.

Li Zhenghe picked up an M16, fiddled with it, and shook his head: "I prefer Kalashnikov's tough lines to this soft shape."

**

At 8:30, the students of North Gurren High School got on the bus for today's school meeting noisily.

The chairman whispered to Ma's ear: "When the second meeting point is reached, you and Nanjo can just run away."

"Aren't you going?" He Ma asked suspiciously.

"I'm in charge of nodding. If I go, the bus won't leave, and the teachers will be looking for us until they're all taken out and stuffed into the bus. So just go with Nanjo. Same thing. The truth is, Mikako is in Class C, she will definitely not be able to leave, because the chairman of Class C is a meticulous person and will not collude with Mikako."

And the horse nodded.

The chairman added: "Have a nice date."

"...Don't you care?" He Ma asked.

Nanjo sat on the other side of Kazuma, also looking at the chairman.

"It's only a day, it's not a big deal." The chairman smiled.

Nanojo looked at the chairman with a complicated look, but she didn't say anything.

At this time, the Kimura tour guide picked up the microphone and pushed the switch of the microphone to make a harsh buzzing sound, which suddenly suppressed the noise of the whole car.

"Hey, we meet again, today I am in charge of your class, and I will let everyone fully experience the charm of the city of Osaka. But before that... Chairman, is the Chairman here?"

The chairman stood up: "The whole class has already boarded the bus, and I just finished ordering."

"Okay, got it. Let's get started, driver-san, it's time to go."

As the voice fell, the sound of the engine that had been idling suddenly became louder, and the car began to accelerate slowly.

**

"Mainichi Shimbun" Osaka branch, the editor-in-chief Matsudao Jiuyu just sat down in the office. Before the chair was warm, the white one of the two landlines on the table rang.

A large enterprise like a newspaper office usually has a switchboard like a hotel. Most of the calls coming in from outside are made to the switchboard, and then the operator of the switchboard will receive the corresponding department.

There are very few landlines in the newspaper office that can directly answer external calls. These landlines do not share the same number as the newspaper's switchboard and are generally not listed in the local "yellow pages".

The white one on the desk of the editor-in-chief Matsuto Kyuo is one of the landlines that can directly answer external calls.

No one will make this phone call, and once it does, it usually means that there is a big news that shakes the world.

Because of this, Songden Jiuxiong hesitated when he heard the phone ringing quickly.

He doesn't think there should be any major events that would make this phone ring lately.

Could it be... Miss Yuko?

Yuko is the little lover raised by Songdeng Jiuxiong. She knows the phone number of the white landline on Songdeng Jiuxiong's desk, so that when she is bored, she can call and have some sweet phone porridge with Songdeng Jiuxiong, without worrying about being interrupted by others.

But Songden Jiuxiong glanced at the wall clock, it was only eight o'clock.

Miss Yuko should still be sleeping at this time.

That can only be news.

He picks up the phone: "Moses Moses?"

On the other end of the phone, there is a harsh voice processed with a voice changer.

"A time bomb was placed in a hotel in Osaka prefecture and will explode at 8pm tonight. We gave the Osaka prefectural police 12 hours to raise 10 million dollars and put it at our designated location, otherwise the bomb will explode. Explosion. Don't think about evacuating hotel guests, we'll detonate as soon as we see guests starting to evacuate."

Songdeng Jiu Clan frowned: "What?"

But the call has been hung up over there.

Songdeng Jiuxiong frowned, he was a little puzzled, this person came up and finished the series in one breath, regardless of whether others could hear it...

Songden Jiuxiong was speechless.

He realized that he was not the first news organization to receive the call.

Songdeng Jiuxiong pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly picked up the yellow extension phone: "Notify the emergency meeting. The executive editors of the Social News Department and the Current Affairs News Department will come to my office immediately. Also, let the outreach department call Osaka Prefectural Police, ask if today is... um, if there is a reporting restriction."

He put down the phone and waited for a while when the executive editors of the two major news departments opened the door and walked in.

"Senior Songden, what's going on?" asked Jiurai, the executive editor of the current affairs news department who came first.

"You should contact the Osaka Prefectural Police... No, you should bring someone directly there, be quick."

The Japanese police have resident reporters, whether the Metropolitan Police Department or the Osaka Prefecture Police have a large office dedicated to the resident reporters of major newspapers.

This group of reporters battled with the police broadcasters all day long. Over time, they became particularly familiar with the police situation and became experts in digging police news and interpreting police trends.

These old fritters are well acquainted with many criminal police officers, and sometimes their judgments on the case are even more accurate and faster than those of the elite newcomers who have just graduated from college and entered the police system.

Executive editor Jiurai nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away. But...what are you going to interview?"

"This is what you need to figure out, something happened anyway, go!"

**

After hearing the report, Yoshio Kinma turned to look at the leader of the gongans who came from Tokyo on the last Shinkansen yesterday.

"Sakuma, is that this?" he asked.

Sakuma frowned and glanced at Araki.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Araki scratched his head, "This seems to be a very ordinary operation to obtain US dollar cash. It is not necessary to directly issue a password command."

"That..."

"Also," Araki interrupted Xingxiong Jinma, "the 10 million dollar bills with random numbers could not be prepared in twelve hours, and five million were barely enough. The activity of obtaining dollar bills, Generally, a reasonable amount is provided that can be easily collected within the time limit.

"This is the case with the kidnapping of the Saudi rich man before. The request made there is exactly equal to the amount of green tickets stored in the rich man's own vault."

"Is there still such a way of thinking?" Kinma Yukio exclaimed.

"Yes, a spy is an incarnation of rationality. In order to accomplish the goal, every aspect will make the most reasonable arrangement. A spy like James Bond is...not common in reality."

"I thought you would say it doesn't exist," said Komoriyama Detective, who was also present.

This time, Sakuma replied: "The super spy thing, we can hear related rumors from time to time in our business. For example, he sneaked into the U.S. military's highly secret air force base before, replaced the screws on the U2 reconnaissance plane, and then The Soviet spy who slipped away without knowing it.

"The 'Firefox' who sent the pilot to the Soviet Union a few years ago and finally managed to steal the MiG-25 and relieved the MiG-25 phobia of the entire NATO camp."

Aramaki nodded: "These legends have basically no evidence. We rationally prefer that this is a carefully planned espionage operation, rather than a feat accomplished by a single super spy, but... there is no evidence that this is not the super spies. Do it. Our principle is that if there is no evidence that it does not exist, there is a question mark."

Kinma Yukio: "That's it, back to the threat of an explosion. If that's not their real intention, what is this for? Make a fuss?"

"It's possible." Araki nodded, then looked at the clock on the wall, "After a while, they should create another explosion, proving that their threat is a real, real threat. "

As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door of Ma Xingxiong's office.

"Come in."

Kinma Xingxiong just answered the door when the door was opened, and the young detective rushed in to report: "Kinma police inspector, the reporters have begun to gather!"

Near Ma Xingxiong stood up, went to the window and opened the corner of the curtain, and looked towards the door of the police station.

A van with the logo of Fuji Broadcasting, one of the four major private broadcasting bureaus, was parked on the side of the road, and the female reporter in charge of broadcasting was doing makeup beside the van.

As Ma Xingxiong observed, the second reporting vehicle stopped at the gate of the police station.

Then near Ma Xingxiong, he also saw a photojournalist with a "long gun and short cannon" who just got off at the bus stop next to the police station.

He was speechless.

"If it were me, I would detonate a bomb at the gate of the police station at this time," he whispered.

At this time, he noticed that the gate of the police station was opposite, and a bicycle delivering ramen was parked on the side of the road. The box containing the ramen was still hanging on the back seat, but the cyclist was nowhere to be seen.

This bike, standing alone on the side of the road, looks so outrageous.

"Come on." Near Ma Xingxiong cursed, turning back to pick up the inside line, "Guardian, do you see a ramen-delivering bicycle parked there across the road? Go check it out! No, don't check it, drive the crowd away. , I'll let the bomb disposal experts go there."

**

As soon as executive editor Kurai arrived at the gate of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters with a camera assistant and a text reporter, he saw a bomb disposal expert wearing a potbellied explosion-proof suit running towards the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters with a box of ramen takeout.

"What the hell?" Jiulai glanced at his colleagues who had gathered at the door, and grabbed one, "Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm just a cameraman," said the one who was holding him back. "I don't have the right to say what's going on. You should ask her. She has the right to decide whether to tell you."

Jiu Lai followed the cameraman's line of sight and found that he was an old acquaintance, so he stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Hey, what's going on?"

"It's you." Fuji TV's Sato reporter glanced at Kuray, "I just defused a bomb, put it in the ramen box, hung it on the back seat of a bicycle, and placed it right where we are standing now. is not far away.”

Julai was speechless: "Isn't it? The editor... let's interview this?"

**

Kinma Yoshio listened to the report of the bomb disposal expert while looking at the defused bomb.

"The equivalent of this thing should not be large. Even if it detonates, there will not be many casualties." Aramaki said next to him, "It is used to put pressure on us."

Detective Komoriyama Daisuke murmured: "Is this really a slap in the face?"

Kinma Yukio: "Whether it is or not, we have seized a bomb. Let's first try to see if we can find anything based on this clue. In addition, in order to assist in the investigation of suspicious persons, ask the hotels in Osaka prefecture to see them. Did you see any strange people."

Daisuke Komoriyama: "There are so many hotels in Osaka, it takes a lot of time to ask each one..."

"Then deploy a little more manpower! Immediately set up a search headquarters, the venue will use a small auditorium, and gather all the telephone landlines that can be found in the bureau, one landline and one person, press the yellow leaf to the hotel in the mansion Call."

"Yes."

To investigate a major case, the Japanese police must first set up a search headquarters, find a large room, set up tables and equipment from scratch, and put everything in place, and then the officers will go in and start investigating the case.

They are unquestionably professional in this regard, fast and good, no police agency in any country can do it faster and better.

Because the police of other countries directly investigate the case and do not do it.

Under the order of Yoshio Kinma, the entire Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters took action. The staff of the General Affairs Section and the detectives of the Investigation Section went to the battle to move tables and equipment.

In this way, 40 minutes passed, the search headquarters was set up, and the detectives began to work.

**

Here, Kiryu and Ma just finished visiting their first destination of the day.

He glanced at Nanjo, then looked at the positions of Daemon Goro and Tachibana-sensei, then took Nanjo's hand and hid directly.

The chairman glanced at where they were hiding and waved lightly.

Then the chairman followed the brigade and boarded the bus.

And Mara pulled Nanjo, squatting in the shadow of hiding, looking in the direction of the bus.

He's a little worried that Yamada Yang's mouth is going to be disruptive.

However, that didn't happen. The bus full of students started quickly and the three buses left the parking lot in a file.

He Ma: "Okay, let's go, let's go to see 'Dagen'."

"You are really looking forward to this conference." Nanjo looked at Kazuma's face, "I feel that you have become more radiant."

"Eh, really?" Kazuma touched his face.

Nanjo nodded again and again: "Well, really. Do you...you like SF (science fiction) so much?"

In my last life, I bought a sci-fi world with a horse for 13 years, and I bought it from the third grade of elementary school to graduate from college. To be honest, he is indeed a senior sci-fi fan.

But to be honest, the sci-fi world has not looked good since 2005, and Kazuma's interest has gradually shifted to fantasy works such as Kyushu Fantasy.

As for Nanjo's question, Kazuma hesitated for a while, and then thought that in foreign countries, there is no clear distinction between science fiction and fantasy, and they are both regarded as "fantasy novels".

So and Ma nodded: "Yes, I like SF very much."

You can't say you're on a "pilgrimage", can you?

Go on a pilgrimage and gain 100 piety...

He pulled Nanjo with his horse to the bus stop.

Although Nanjo is very rich, he and Ma feel that he should spend his own money on a date, and he is so poor that he can only take the bus.

While waiting for the bus, Kazuma heard two people dressed as office workers chatting: "Recently, I always dream of a large number of fish with hands and feet rushing up from the sea, which is very scary."

"What? Did you just watch that B-movie?"

"What B-movie?"

He Ma glanced at the two office workers.

He probably guessed which B-movie it was.

It really is a B-movie that will drive you crazy and have nightmares after watching it.

"I...maybe I've seen it." The office worker who had nightmares rubbed his head, "My girlfriend likes to watch B-movies. I'm always drunk when I get home recently, maybe in a delirious state. How many movies have you watched with her? I can't remember, she hasn't come to my house for several days. She used to call me and talk to me late at night, but now she just disappeared."

He Ma couldn't help but take a few more glances at the office worker.

**

Li Zhenghe was speechless: "There is no explosion."

He stopped looking at his watch.

"It looks like the bomb at the entrance of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters has been confiscated, and they should follow the clues to find the garage soon. When they start exchanging fire, the Osaka Prefectural Police will definitely mobilize their police force to the garage as much as possible. ." Li Zhenghe glanced at Xing Jishang, "We will act at that time."

"What if they didn't touch it so quickly?"

"Then we'll start later. Considering our manpower, whether we start at 12:00 or 6:00, the difference in the number of hostages we can ultimately control will not be too big. As long as we don't wait for seven or eight people to disappear It's good to do it when the time comes."

Lee Jeong-hak leaned back on the back of the sofa, looking at the details of Korean life still in the memory booklet.

"Remember to burn all the manuals later. Also, be careful, don't memorize the contents of the same manual. When both of them are captured, the Japanese ask 'you two' Do they live together?', 'Having the same girlfriend?' That would be embarrassing."

The crowd laughed together.

**

Ding Jae-wook eats popcorn while watching a B-movie on TV.

He loves this way of life to death. When he was in his hometown, the most exciting entertainment activity was to watch the Potianbao Band.

He fell in love with the rock and roll of the Putianbao Band at that time, and now he came out and realized that he was so innocent at the time.

He still believed that music was the love of his life, and now he hasn't played music for a long time - watching a B-movie, or going to the custom shop in Cangtianjue, isn't it delicious?

Ding Jae-wook is immersed in a B-rated movie, which he has seen a few times, and his favorite violent scene will appear next... I really want to try the same thing in reality when I have the chance.

At this time, Shi Enzhou, who had been staying in the back room, opened the door, walked out, and went to the door.

"Wait a minute!" Ding Zaixu shouted, taking the remote control to stop the video recorder, "Where are you going?"

"Buy cigarettes." Shi Enzhou answered lightly.

"I have this!" Ding Zaixu stood up and rushed over, grabbed Shi Enzhou, took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Shi Enzhou's hand.

Shi Enzhou stared at the cigarette in his hand for a second, then turned around and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and groped slowly in his pocket.

Ding Zaixu watched Shi Enzhou next to him. Xing Jishang told him in the morning to keep an eye on Shi Enzhou and use a silencer pistol to send him away when necessary.

Ding Jae-wook didn't have any resistance to the shooting of a companion who was already a little off--this would save money from individuals, so why not do it?

But now, Ding Zaixu is suddenly a little curious and wants to know what happened to Shi Enzhou.

"Brother Enzhou, have you seen hallucinations often recently?"

Shi Enzhou glanced at Ding Zaixu: "Why, you want to laugh at me?"

"No, just curious. What did you... see in the hallucination?"

Shi Enzhou was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "It's hard for me to describe to you, language is based on logic, while hallucinations have no logic."

Speaking of which, Shi Enzhou raised his hand and tapped his temple with his index finger.

"Even if I wanted to describe it to you, it would be difficult for me to do so. So, have you seen a Picasso painting?"

"Is it in the textbook ~IndoMTL.com~ as a model for criticizing exaggerated Western art." Jung Jae-wook said.

"That's about it. They're like running out of Grenica, no, ten times weirder than that. I know they're not real things, so I'm not afraid of them, but often Seeing them makes me... a little weird."

"This, so..."

Shi Enzhou fell into contemplation, digging his neck with his hand, and said while digging: "I think, it may be that when I was drinking, I accidentally took a lot of sips of industrial alcohol as wine. It may also be More than ten years ago, the sequelae of the injuries suffered by the Yanagawa Group during the encirclement and suppression war.

"What is the cause, I'm too lazy to explore.

"Anyway, I'm seeing more and more hallucinations, more and more frequent, but no problem, taking sedatives can effectively suppress them."

Just as Ding Zaixu was about to say something, he noticed that Shi Enzhou's hand, which had been pinching his neck, had already torn the skin and bleeds.

This scene, for some reason, made Ding Jae-wook feel a little creepy.

Shi Enzhou noticed Ding Zaixu's gaze, and then he reacted. He stopped the hand that was picking at his neck, calmly picked up the tissue box on the table, and took two tissues and pressed them around his neck.

"Sorry." Shi Enzhou said, "It's so itchy, I'm addicted to digging if I don't pay attention."

Ding Jae-wook: "It's okay. You... don't you light a cigarette?"

"Oh yes, I'm looking for matches... Strange, where are my matches?"

Ding Zaixu took out the lighter, tapped it on, and stretched the flame in front of Shi Enzhou.

"Thank you." Shi Enzhou lit the cigarette, took a puff, blew a smoke ring, and watched it rise.

And Ding Zaixu silently decided not to talk to Shi Enzhou in the future.

If Shi Enzhou does anything strange again, he will shoot without hesitation.