I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 68: Dusk is approaching

Kiryu and Ma arrived at the venue of "", and as soon as they looked up, they saw the opening animation short film created by the Dream Team playing on the big screen.

Many people stopped to watch.

They don't know like the horse that this short film is the beginning of the legend. Many years later, there will be a bunch of animation experts who are just like animation information to trace the source.

They just thought this short story was really well done.

Honami Nanjo also raised her head, looked at the big screen, and sighed from the bottom of her heart: "You did a great job."

"Yeah, I have a hunch that this will become a famous masterpiece around the world." He Ma said.

"This? Uh...will it?" Nanjo looked up at the screen again. "It's really pleasing to the eye, the girl is very cute, and the overall picture is very dynamic, but...it's too exaggerated to spread around the world, right?"

He Ma just smiled, and suddenly he saw that not far from the front, there were sales of peripherals related to this animation short film, including the big radish held by the heroine in the animation, and the bunny ear headdress.

Kawama wants to buy this and equip Nanjo, but it's too much.

This kind of school trip is usually accompanied by "souvenirs", which are "souvenirs" that Chinese people often bring back to friends when they travel, so Chiyoko gave Kazuma some extra money.

However, the Ma family has no relatives who can give gifts, so I brought something for Chiyoko and apprentice Amo alone, so Chiyoko didn't give more money.

He Ma just forced himself to stop paying attention to the surrounding stalls when he heard Nanjo ask, "Want to see me dressed like that?"

He Ma turned his head and saw Nanjo looking at him with a smile.

"I really can't help you," Nanjo laughed. "Oh, I suddenly want to wear this style of clothes. I don't know if there is any suitable size for me."

He Ma looked down and said, "No, don't force it, I don't want you to show too much in public places like this, eh."

Nantou tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled: "Then I'll go buy some bunny ears and a radish."

Without waiting for Hema's response, Nanjo suddenly pulled his hand out of Hema's palm and ran to the stalls selling nearby.

I don't know if it was influenced by the short video that was still playing on the big screen overhead. Nanjo's gait was light at this time, like the heroine in the animated short running into the real world.

If it is Nanjo, maybe it can perfectly reproduce the actions of the heroine in the animated short film. She puts on the heroine's clothes and performs such a set. It is estimated that she will become a legend together with this short film?

He Ma also walked towards the stall, just in time to hear Nanjo say: "A pair of rabbit ears and a carrot sword."

"Radish sword, do you want this, or..." The clerk took out a radish sword the size of a wallet pendant and a ballpoint pen, "This is a pen, you can write..."

Honami Nanjo pointed to the umbrella-sized carrot sword hanging on the shelf behind the clerk and said, "I want that."

"Huh? Is that inflatable?"

"Yes, please give me one inflated and three uninflated."

After speaking, Nanjo activated her inherent skills and slapped the 10,000-dollar bill on the counter.

He Ma is too lazy to complain.

But this time Nanjou added: "Oh, by the way, give me as much money as you can find, and give me more coins of 100 yen and 10 yen."

"Oh, good." As the clerk replied, his partner had already brought out all the things Nanjo wanted and placed them on the counter.

Nanjo directly put the rabbit ears on his head, picked up the inflated radish sword, turned around and faced Kazuma, posing a standard mid-section sword-holding shape.

"Huh, that's not right." She turned her head and glanced at the big screen that was still playing the short film, posing as the heroine of the short film holding a sword.

This style later had a special word called "Da Zhang Zhengji Li", because this POSE of this style was carried forward by Da Zhang Zhengji as a performance and painting supervisor, and carried forward in robot-themed animations.

In the future, as long as it is a movie about robot fights, this POSE is bound to be displayed.

Sometimes films that aren't robot fights also use this look, because it's really powerful.

But the standard kendo stance is not for the pursuit of boldness, and it is a little different from the signature pose of Da Zhang Zhengji.

Honami Nanjo, wearing a winter sailor suit from Kitagard's College and bunny ears, posing in this shape, instantly made Kazuma have visions, and felt that the next moment she should have four big characters behind her: Zhanwei lost.

The sassy look and the contrast with the bunny ears are awesome.

Namjo: "How?"

"Fantastic." Thumbs up from Kazuma.

If it was in the comic exhibition venue that Ma was familiar with in a previous life, Nanjo would have long been surrounded by three layers of photography.

But in this era, the two-dimensional subculture is still in its infancy even in Japan. Although there have been fan exhibitions, it is only a state of entertainment for a small circle, such as "newcomers" like Nanjo who have not added any small circles. , We are not too afraid to come over to shoot blatantly.

He Ma has seen a few people with cameras hesitate in the distance.

So he decisively stepped forward and pulled up Nanjo: "Okay, let's go, go to the exhibition. It's not too late to show me your pose when you get home."

He Ma glanced at the few people in the distance, and sure enough, when they saw their "boyfriend" at the scene, they gave up their plans to come up and take pictures.

He Ma looked back, and then found that Nanjo looked like a little girl in love, nothing like Haiyan who can challenge the storm.

Actually, Kazuma himself is also immersed in the sweet and sour youthful atmosphere at this time, and the just right Bai Meixiang on Nanjo makes him elated.

He wants to bury his face in Nanjo's soft fat now and sniff it as much as he wants.

It looks like this morning will be a very pleasant time.

At this time, Kazuma has actually forgotten about the beginning of the legend, the animation dream team, and the like.

He now feels that as long as he pulls his little rabbit, Nanjo, it doesn't matter where he goes or what he does.

However, it may be the continuous big scene after crossing over, which exercised his sense of smell. He was immersed in the taste of youth, and suddenly noticed that there was a team of police officers lined up in a single column at the entrance of the venue to the parking lot. run in the direction.

He frowned slightly, stopped walking towards the gate of the exhibition venue, and looked around.

Seeing this, Nanjoo also looked around, but did not see any problem, so he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"The police are adjusting security and appear to be pulling people away."

Nanojo looked around for the second time, only to realize what Kazuma was looking at just now: "Really."

“The police who have been reorganized have been transferred away, and the remaining ones have been split equally and replaced,” Kazuma explained, “This is so unusual. Osaka Station is covered with banners for the SF conference. Now, this should be the most important event in Osaka today, right?"

"Probably...I'm not sure, some shrines have festivals in October."

"It won't be bigger than this SF conference, will it?"

Nanjo nodded: "A larger scale than this would be an event like Kyoto Burning Mountain."

Burning the mountain is not really burning the mountain. It is a traditional program of the Obon festival in Kyoto.

Kazuma forgot what the words on the Kyoto Yakiniku were displayed. If Osaka held a similar event, they would probably put on a "big cut of the body"? It means good health.

He Ma retracted his thoughts and said solemnly, "Something happened. It should have happened."

Nanjo subconsciously leaned against Kazuma.

To be honest, the trust and reliance she showed in her subconscious actions moved Hema even more than her amorous feelings just now.

"What should I do?" Nanjo asked in a low voice, "But since the police force here is withdrawn, it shouldn't have anything to do with us, right?"

He Ma nodded, and then joked: "Not necessarily, maybe they hit the east and the west?"

"Then... shall we still visit? Or, go directly to the Osaka Prefectural Police..." Nanjo said halfway through, and he also felt that it was not right for the two high school students to go to the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

This isn't Conan's world, where high school detectives go around saving incompetent cops.

He Ma: "No, don't make trouble for the police officers, trust them. Let's continue to visit the convention."

Nantou nodded, and then suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "Then, what if this is really a slap in the face? The real goal is the conference?"

"Then I'll ask you to fight side by side with me." Kazuma laughed.

"But we didn't bring a wooden knife."

Wearing a wooden knife is more conspicuous. Originally, it would be suspicious for the two of them to wear school uniforms to visit the exhibition on weekdays. If each person carries a wooden knife, he may be regarded as a bad boy.

Nanjo stuffed Kazuma with the carrot sword in his hand: "Use this."

"This is inflatable!"

"Jedi knights also use fluorescent tubes to fight, as long as they have enough momentum!"

"No no, there is a problem!"

He Ma and Nanjo, chatting like ordinary couples, walked towards the venue.

**

Xing Jishang put down the binoculars, turned around and said to Li Zhenghe, "The police are starting to evacuate from the venue."

"Don't worry, wait until the afternoon. After the package we put in the Civic Park blows up, they will call in more police."

"Will it make them feel that this is a lure?" Xing Jishang asked worriedly.

"There should be one or two people who can feel it? But do you think the Japanese bureaucracy will trust the judgment of one or two people based on pure experience?"

Xing Jishang smiled directly: "No, if you do this, you will not be Japanese."

"So just wait. There may be some criminal policemen with strong sense of responsibility and the courage to break the rules or gongan with a small number of people, which will not affect the overall situation."

"Understood." Xing Jishang paused for a while, and finally decided to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since the beginning, "Head, what are you sculpting right now?"

"Oh, this is a strange object I saw in a pawnshop before. It was very impressive, so I wanted to carve a similar one."

"Pawnshop?"

"Ah, it's called a second-hand recycler now. I went to a small shop that recycles things that regular recyclers and junk dealers don't want. The shop sells all kinds of strange things, and it's interesting to browse."

"Ah...that's it." Xing Jishang stared at Li Zhenghe's work, "What the **** is this?"

"I don't know either. It doesn't matter what he is, what matters is the artistic sense he reflects. When you see this thing, you can't help but feel a kind of...how to say it, like in It's like watching the famous "The Scream"."

"Shout? Uh, the Chinese one?"

"That's the name of the anthology, I'm talking about paintings."

**

Kinma Xingxiong put down the phone, glanced at everyone in the office, and shook his head: "The city government said that unless we have solid evidence to prove that the SF conference is dangerous, it will not stop it."

"Isn't this captured bomb not realistic enough?" asked Daisuke Komoriyama.

"It seems that there is not enough. They also said that if a bomb is found, the SF conference will be stopped. According to the same line of thinking, the entire Osaka Prefecture should suspend work and school."

"I think it's necessary," Komoriyama Detective said.

"Impossible to stop. Even if there is a bomb, tomorrow those companies that are far away from the explosion site will come to ask the government why they don't know the specific explosion site before issuing the stop order. Especially those who have experienced the B29 bombing The old thing, will point to the nose of the governor of Osaka Prefecture and curse mother."

Daisuke Komoriyama was speechless.

Old guys who have experienced B29 bombing, as long as they are still in the political and business circles, they are basically big bosses.

"Anyway, all we can do now is to get the enemy out of hiding as quickly as possible. How many hotels have you called now?"

"All four and five star hotels have been called, and three star hotels are close to being contacted. However, there is a problem, several hotels are now reporting the possibility of seeing suspicious persons."

"How many hotels?"

"Yes." The police department of the young professional group responsible for the report added to look at the content of the shorthand in its police handbook, "Specifically, thirteen hotels reported suspicious persons, and one hotel reported that their power supply system was in the morning. The fault, ask if it is related to the case we are investigating.

"In addition, seven hotels have sent surveillance tapes from last night."

"Who asked them to send the videotape?" asked Kinma Yukio in surprise.

"No one let me, but these hotels said that there were few people on the night shift at night, so they might have missed it, so they sent all the surveillance video. The most one sent a car with tapes. It's that kind of medium-sized truck."

Kinma Xingxiong sighed: "Okay, you can't let it go when it's delivered. If it's a bomb installed in these hotels, and we didn't check the videotape and it leaked, that's a big responsibility.

"Are there enough people?"

The young police department shook his head: "Not enough, I'm so busy that I want to borrow the cat's hands."

"Then go and find out all the cats in the headquarters." Yukio Kinma said solemnly.

"Huh?"

Kinma Xingxiong pouted, and decided to suppress his spirit of complaining as a Kansai native, and ordered: "Go to recruit people, we can't smoke at the SF conference, and use the police force patrolling the streets today. When I came out, the traffic police also pulled over. Anyway, it’s okay to be late to deal with the traffic accident, and the police will think that the traffic police are blocked on the road and can’t move.”

The traffic jam in Osaka is as serious as that in Tokyo, and if foreign tourists say that there is no traffic jam in Tokyo, the drivers in Osaka are not happy. When our Osaka Castle developed into a big city, Edo was still a fishing village. It was better than ours. Blocking?

After the young police department left, Sakuma, who had been sitting silent for a long time, spoke up: "This young man has just entered the police station not long ago, but this kind of thing happened to him, and I don't know whether to call him unlucky or not. He's lucky."

"It will be a valuable experience if you survive it. However, maybe it will leave a psychological shadow that you will never be able to get rid of." Yukio Kinma glanced at Sakuma and put aside the topic, "You are not going to the gongan. Are you going to wait?"

"Think in a different position," Sakuma knocked the cigarette in his hand on the edge of the ashtray, "What do you think about people coming from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and pointing your finger at you in handling the case? I wish these people would go to other departments to kill them. Time right? The same goes for gongan, they want us to stay here and watch you work for them, don't interfere with their work."

At this time, the young police department who had just left rushed in without knocking on the door: "The fountain in Osaka Central Park exploded!"

"What?"

Aramaki: "The second one, the purpose is to tell you that they really loaded explosives and put pressure on you. Today is a working day, and there is no one in Central Park, so don't worry about causing too many casualties and causing you and them to die endlessly. . Up to now, I have followed the usual steps."

"You said it earlier!" Daisuke Komoriyama slapped the table.

Aramaki responded calmly: "It's useless to say, there are too many alternative locations. He can even find a mountain near Osaka to blow up, as long as the equivalent is large, we are not afraid that we will not see."

Kinma Yukio gave the young police department an order: "Send bomb disposal experts to the scene immediately to confirm that there are no other bombs. Count the casualties and report them to me. I will go to the city government and see the governor in person."

The young police department took the order to leave, and then the phone on the table near Ma Xingxiong rang.

Ext.

After he picked up the phone, across from the Osaka prefectural police broadcast officer: "The reporters have already got the news, and they are all asking if a bomb was planted. According to my experience, soon several TV stations will be in the morning. The scrolling coverage on the show exploded."

In order to solve the case, the Japanese police have the right to control reporting, but they can't control the news that reporters "heard" from non-police channels.

Kinma Yukio: "Think about the salary you get. People at your level are now going to the battlefield to face the most vicious criminals. You don't have to lose your life in this job, and you end up getting the same salary as them. Give me the effort to hold on once!"

With that he hangs up.

He sighed deeply.

"When will our reporting control be as thorough as the United States?" he muttered.

**

Li Zhenghe glanced at the wall clock.

"The package in Central Park should have been blown up, what is the security situation?" Xing Jishang asked in the last sentence.

"No change." Xing Jishang shook his head.

"This is determined not to disarm." Li Zhenghe reached out and took the telescope in Xing Jishang's hand, lying on the window sill and crossing the row of low buildings in front of the Observatory Exhibition Hall.

"There are really many people." Xing Jishang said, "If they charge us long live, we shouldn't be able to stop them. After all, there is no M60 with 200 rounds of drums."

"Don't be stupid, the Japanese of this generation who dare to charge like that are all on the left wing. However, it's really hard to do it with a lot of people, and there should be a lot of people running away." Li Zhenghe didn't seem worried at all.

"It's time to step on the spot, maybe in the end you will have to kill so many police officers to complete the task." Xing Jishang said, "Although these police officers have guns, as long as the small pistols fight at a distance, they will be injured consecutively. It will be difficult for us."

The Japanese police are famous for their weak firepower. The southern pistols they use have low power and only five bullets in the drum. The key point is that the Japanese police do not carry spare ammunition. Many police officers cannot receive a few supplementary ammunition a year.

Only after an accident does the police temporarily issue equipment to officers.

Previously, in response to the student movement, the Japanese police formed a mobile team, with heavy firepower to deal with emergencies.

But that was many years ago. In recent years, there have been calls for the abolition of the mobile team in Japan.

Of course, Li Zhenghe knew that the Japanese were secretly building a special police force like the West German GSG9 based on the backbone of the mobile team.

It's just that this kind of troop is not even publicized now, and it is impossible to send it to the SF conference site for security.

Therefore, Xing Ji still doesn't think there is any problem in cleaning up these now greatly weakened guard forces.

"When we start exchanging fire, people will start running. The Japanese are well trained in disaster prevention, and quick evacuation is a life-saving ability for them. A crew member rings the fire bell and they evacuate quickly."

Li Zhenghe patted Xing Jishang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's only noon, wait a minute."

**

He Ma couldn't believe his eyes at this time.

"That man, is that George Lucas?"

"Who?" Nanjoo didn't realize who he was talking to Ma, he just stared blankly in the direction He Ma pointed.

"Made Buddha Temple Biwei Fu Oil (the force is with you)" and Ma Liao follow the local customs, using the unique pronunciation of Japanese English, to repeat the famous sentence from "Star Wars".

Nanjo chuckled, because she knew she could speak very standard English with Ma, and now this is just a joke.

Nanjo's own English is pretty standard.

"However, this is not called George Lucas," Nanjo said suspiciously after laughing, "Isn't it called Joel Joe Cas?"

He Ma was stunned, what the hell, has the Star Wars movie style changed in his mind now?

When the Black Lord comes on stage, don't tune in to the Empire March, just ahahahahah forget it.

Because of the different names, the desire to hook up immediately was much smaller. He looked at the stage where George Jokas was interacting with the selected audience from a distance, and it seemed that this was a roadshow for the Japanese dubbed version of Star Wars - the Japanese version of the Japanese version - to build momentum for the release.

"Should we get closer?" Nanjo suggested.

He Ma was about to answer when his eyes caught another person.

Star Trek's science officer, First Officer, Spock, is signing autographs for several fans not far away.

He and Ma dragged Nanjo past.

Just before a group of people happily walked away with their autographs, and went immediately to directly compare the saluting gestures of the Vulcans in Star Trek, and said the famous line: "Prosperity and prosperity."

Maybe this is the first time this guy heard standard English today, he immediately smiled at Hema and responded: "Prosperity and prosperity."

He Ma finds out his own word shorthand and signs it for others.

Old man - no, he is not old at this time, very young. After "Spock" signed the autograph and returned it to Hema, he said in English: "Be sure to watch the new movie."

He Ma nodded and pushed his seat away for the others—just as he was about to sign autographs, another group of people approached.

He Ma glanced at this wave of people and was stunned.

This personalized tousled hair looks familiar to Ma.

He waited for the other party to communicate with "Spock", get his autograph, and talk about the prosperous and prosperous life before he stepped forward to talk to the big brother.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, may I ask, did you make that short animation that was played repeatedly?"

The other side was startled, looked Kazuma up and down, and then glanced at Nanjoo—his eyes retracted as soon as he met Nanjoo, apparently Nanjoo's beauty had already shocked him so much that he didn't dare to look at her even more.

He Ma was startled, such a young and virgin reaction, is it really the different time and space isotopes of that ruffian director?

At this time, this man spoke up: "How do you know that I did it?"

"I heard a little." He Ma prevaricates.

Nantou glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Her tutor was so strict, and she would habitually avoid interjecting when men were talking, unlike Mikako, who interjected carelessly.

"Uh." The messy head scratched his shiny messy hair, and Ma knew at a glance that this guy, like some roommates in his college days, was too lazy to wash his hair, "That's really us. It's still very young and has been praised by many people."

"No, it's definitely not a compliment. I think it's great. May I ask you..." He Ma wanted to ask you what you would call him, but when he just pretended to know the truth, it was not good. asked.

At this time, people asked: "What's your name?"

"Ah, my name is Kiryu Kazuma, I'm a..." He almost told Ma that he was a detective, maybe Conan would say it easily after reading this.

I didn't expect the other party to be shocked again: "Are you...that Kiryu and Ma?"

Kazuma: "Uh...that's about it. In recent months, I've been the only one Kiryu Kazuma, who is quite famous in Japan."

"The successor of ninjutsu?" The messy-haired man glanced at Nanjo again, "Why is there only one?"

"Don't believe what Weekly Fang Chun said."

"Oh yes yes, I can't believe it. I've listened to both of your songs, it's amazing."

"Huh? This..." Forget where the stars are, the music scores are all over the place, and the "I Love You My Mother" that I copied before was obviously not even the official audio version.

"The ripped tapes of "Dedicated to Mother" are all over the street now." The man with the tousled hair lowered his voice, "Any place that sells ripped tapes has to sell them. We are also ripping them in private."

In this day and age, it is a very common form of piracy to buy blank tapes and rip genuine song tapes.

Don't say that the Japanese have a high awareness of genuine copies. In this era, Japan has not yet entered the bubble era of the money-loving fans. There are many poor people, and the poor use pirated copies just like listening to songs.

This is not a matter of genuine consciousness, it is a matter of poverty.

And there is a process of perfecting the legal system. Japan's copyright law is not so complete.

Kawama: "This...actually, it's just a feeling."

Many of Wang Leather Pants' songs don't say that they are gods, but they are very explosive when they fit their feelings.

To be honest, I don't quite understand how this song went viral.

At this time, the man with the messy hair seemed to have made up his mind, and said to He Ma, "Can I ask you to write a song for our club's next work? Not the one for my mother, but the one for the stars. where it is."

He Ma looked embarrassed when he heard his request.

Because he knew that this golden group had a royal composer named Shiro Lusaki. He wrote many classic songs for the works of this group, such as the classic battle soundtrack in "Evangelion", see When Evangelion people listened to this music, they would have auditory hallucinations in their ears, and heard a big sister shouting "the first combat configuration of the chief".

"You don't need to write too much! Not now, I know you are a high school student, and you have to go to college. Next year, next year, we will come to you to write a song, okay?"

He and Ma scratched their heads, wouldn't this take Shirou's position to the top? Are you going to copy Shirou's works in the future?

Sure enough, if you do this kind of thing once, there will be a second time, and you can't stop...

He Ma: "Okay, I'll think about it and leave me a contact."

"Okay!" The tousled-haired man looked excited, "Finally solved the music producer problem! We're one step closer to making the animation of our dreams."

He paused before explaining to He Ma: "Oh, that's right, we, the few of us, want to make a super awesome sci-fi work, a hard-core sci-fi that is different from the sci-fi animations on the market today. animation."

He Ma thought, well, "Wang Li Cosmos Army" is here, so they have an idea at this time?

"But we don't have any musicians. When you go to college, give us the music! It will definitely become a masterpiece!"

"Wang Li Cosmos Army" has indeed become a masterpiece after that, and many of the classic shots in it are of a production standard that will not be out of date after forty years.

He Ma did not expect that he would be involved in this matter in this way.

Weekly Fang Chun's show-off operation actually provided such an opportunity.

Life is full of surprises.

"Okay." Kazuma nodded, "I promise."

"Very good, then... my friends are at the booth of the club over there, why don't you come over and get to know everyone?"

He Ma glanced at Nanjo and asked for her opinion.

Nanjo smiled and said, "Go. But you can't just leave me alone, I'll go too."

Kazuma bent his right hand into an L shape and extended it to Nanjo.

Nanjo happily hugged Kazuma's hand, and the soft part touched Kazuma's muscles.

At this moment, Ma and Ma thought inexplicably: The road ahead leads to the dream that I have longed for for many years, and there is a beautiful girl who loves me cuddled by my side, and I am accompanied by music along the way. This time in my life is better than the last time. It's too luxurious.

**

Kinma Yukio returned to his office angrily. For the past three hours, he has been trying to persuade the Governor of Osaka Prefecture to suspend the Osaka SF Conference.

There are a lot of people at this conference, including celebrities from the SF industry in Japan, as well as foreign guests and big businessmen who mainly import movies. No matter how you look at it, it is too suitable to be the target of the attack.

However, when he came back so angrily, it was naturally a failure of persuasion.

"Those guys! It's just like mush in the head." Kinma Xingxiong cursed fiercely while no one else was in the office.

The door opened after scolding, and the Komoriyama Police Department came in with a report.

"An interesting piece of information."

"What?" Yukio Kinma asked as he stretched out his hand to take the report from Daisuke Komoriyama.

Komoriyama shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with this, this is the casualty of the explosion in Central Park. Only three tourists sitting next to the fountain were slightly injured. The interesting information I said is, technical investigation and explosives. After dismantling and analyzing the bomb, the processing department found a brand of diodes that has been discontinued. The factory that produced this brand has been acquired, and there is no such brand."

Kinma Yukio looked at Daisuke Komoriyama and waited for him to continue.

"I have sent someone to fetch the shipment records of this factory before it was acquired. As long as I track the flow of these goods, I should be able to find something."

"The factory's shipments are wholesale. If you track it down, you can at most locate the retailer. What if you go further down?" Jinma Xingxiong asked with a frown.

"The only thing I can do is to pull the net and scan every retail store that has entered this diode. In fact, we have done this last step. There are nearly 3,000 stores in Osaka that need to be checked."

"There are so many shops selling diodes in Osaka?" exclaimed Kinma.

"I didn't know there were so many, but yes, there are. Come to think of it, we're the industrial center of Western Japan, doesn't it seem strange, doesn't it?"

Kinma Yingxiong turned his head and looked outside at a row of tables on a gray sky due to air pollution.

"Check. I'll send you as many people as I can."

**

Xing Jishang patted Li Zhenghe on the shoulder: "Head! The police have withdrawn again, shall we act?"

Li Zhenghe got up, took the binoculars from Xing Jishang's hand, observed for a while and shook his head: "Wait. They recruit people like this, it means that they have found clues, and they are close to the door. Let's wait a moment, When there is fire over there, there will be fewer police here."

"If you get on fire, you will go directly to the power team, right?"

"The mobile team is responsible for the breakthrough, but before that, the Japanese have a lot of troubles to do. For example, evacuating the surrounding residents, setting up roadblocks to block the road. Don't you understand the Japanese thing? Really catch fire People will definitely be transferred."

"Is it really appropriate to just sell it?"

"If we act now, they might survive. Do you think it's worth it?" Li Zhenghe said in a deep voice, looking straight at Xing Jishang.

Xing Jishang shook his head: "No, it's obviously not worth it."

"That's not it, wait." Li Zhenghe turned back and continued to carve his wood carving.

**

Time, just like this, at 3:30 in the afternoon, Cai Zhixi, who is in the same group as Ding Jae-wook and Shi Eun-joo - of course they didn't know he was in the group - suddenly saw an unremarkable car through the telescope. The Honda sedan was parked in front of the hardware store where they had sourced components.

The two people who got in and out of the car looked like criminal policemen.

Japanese police officers like long trench coats for some reason. Japanese office workers wear long-sleeved black suits regardless of the temperature, while Japanese criminal police officers wear trench coats regardless of the weather.

If there are any secret organizations in Japan, they will definitely dress up so they can be recognized at a glance.

Cai Zhixi picked up the walkie-talkie: "Attention, a criminal policeman walked into the hardware store where we bought components."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, that looks like a Japanese police officer, wait, I saw them show the police handbook to the shopkeeper. It's a police officer. What should I do?"

Ding Zaixu's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Don't panic, it may be just a normal investigation, don't act rashly. Just wait for the person to leave."

"Okay." Cai Zhixi took a deep breath, but he always felt that he was not at ease.

**

After entering the store, Changshan and Shiqiu policemen directly asked the store owner to show the police manual.

The owner immediately bowed respectfully to the two of them and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Changshan Criminal Police put the trademark and factory name provided by the technical investigation department on the counter and asked, "Have you ever bought a diode of this brand in your store?"

"Oh, there are some." The owner replied decisively, "Actually, I recently cleaned up the inventory and found some items that had been piled in the corner for a long time. After checking them, they seemed to be working, so I sold them. This brand. Look at it."

The shop owner took out a box of diodes from the shelf and put it on the table. The box was the trademark shown by the Changshan police.

Changshan police officer and his partner looked at each other and asked, "Has this diode been sold recently?"

"I'll take a look." The owner took out the ledger and flipped through it. "There are quite a few for sale. I don't know which one are you looking for?"

"Have you ever bought a lot at one time?" Shiqiu police asked ~IndoMTL.com~ Yes, there is one, so much that I persuaded him to buy it from a wholesaler, but he said it was urgent. "The shop owner quickly flipped through the ledger, and then pointed to one of the rows, "This is it, his name is Neda Koichi. "

Changshan Detective and Shiqiu Detective came together to look at the ledger.

"Until where does he live?" Changshan police officer asked.

"No, I don't know." The owner shook his head.

"What kind of person is he?" Shiqiu police officer asked.

"Hmm... I don't remember, he just came once, and the impression is very vague, I just remember that he bought a lot of diodes and made me a lot of money." The owner scratched his head, "Sorry."

"Lend me the phone."

"Please." The owner immediately took the landline of his shop from the cabinet behind him and placed it on the counter.

Soon, Changshan police completed the report and turned around and said to Shiqiu police: "Let's go and ask if there is anyone nearby who has seen this Neda Koichi."

**

Cai Zhixi picked up the walkie-talkie again: "The detectives came out and started visiting the streets. I think we may have been exposed."

"Steady, don't panic." Ding Zaixu's voice sounded steady, "It's just a routine investigation, and it won't be too late to panic when you see a large army coming. If you can't, you can go down the sewers."

Osaka's sewers also extend in all directions. Back then, students during the student movement used the sewers to transport contraband such as molotov cocktails to the front line.

Ding Zaixu and the others naturally opened up an escape route in the sewers, so they were very confident to speak at this time.

But Cai Zhixi couldn't calm down, because he saw the two detectives enter the shop.

"Ding Jae-wook, those two detectives, entered the store where you rented videotapes. I feel like you're going to **** kill us."

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