I teach kendo in Tokyo

On Kazuma's side, the first night of the school trip passed without incident.

In the morning, when the eight of them came to the dining hall to sit down for dinner, one of their classmates joked: "Why do you all look so sick? You were so intense last night?"

"No, we worked on the questions very late last night." One of the boys in Kazuma's dormitory said, "I feel like I can go directly to the University of Tokyo now."

"Really or not? I don't believe it." The other boys shouted, "You definitely raided the girls' dormitory, right? With Nanjo and the others as internal agents, it must be very easy."

"What's wrong with us?" The chairman and Nanjo brought Okada Anri and another girl who had no impression of Kazuma into the restaurant. They happened to hear what was said here and asked.

"Uh, um..." The boys who were noisy just now fell silent.

Kazuma's eyes were focused on the girl whom he had no impression of. It seemed that the girl who was the last remaining girl in the girls' group was pulled by Nanjo to live in the same room with him.

In other words, she is also a girl who is not treated well by the girls in her class.

Kazuma sighed at how kind Nanjo was as he sat down cross-legged in front of the small low table.

The restaurant of this hotel is Japanese-style. The small low tables and cushions are usually removed and it becomes a quite open event space. After rows of small low tables are placed, it becomes a dining hall.

Tataya-san sat across from Kazuma, and while picking up the bowl, he said, "I took a morning bath in the big bathhouse this morning, and while I was drinking milk, I heard the hotel staff say that the hotel seemed to be haunted last night."

Kazuma frowned: "Haunted?"

He couldn't help but glance at Miyadera Tamamo, who had already turned his attention to this side and listened with his ears pricked up.

"Yes, it is haunted," Tower House classmate continued, "It is said that there is a person wearing a male student uniform wandering in the corridor. If you don't look carefully, you would think it is a student of our Hokugasashi High School, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a nervous person. The ugly uncle was mumbling something.

"But when the clerks approached him and asked, 'How can I help you,' he ran away quickly."

Kazuma: "Sounds like an uncle who got lost in the hotel at night?"

"But he is wearing a high school uniform." Tawu classmate turned to look at the classmates who were already in the restaurant, "Where are our classmates who look like uncle?"

Kazuma turned his head and glanced, it was indeed not there, but there was a classmate who was an uncle at heart floating by.

At this time, the chairman said: "It should be human beings. This hotel is not just a group of students on a school trip like us. There should also be students from a private school. They should leave tomorrow. Maybe they are actually students from that private school." "

Tawu's classmate looked strange: "In private schools, boys' uniforms are usually suits and tops, right?"

"It has become a popular trend recently, but there are also many prestigious private schools that still use student uniforms."

Tawu classmate blinked: "But even so, you don't have a good reason to conclude that it is a human being, right?"

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

"Maybe it's a ghost or..."

"Ghosts do not exist," the chairman asserted. "Most of the so-called ghosts and ghost phenomena will eventually prove to be scaring themselves."

"Aren't you a former member of the Supernatural Department? Don't you think the Supernatural Department doesn't believe in ghosts?"

The chairman said: "Yes, the activities of the Supernatural Department, before I joined, have become efforts to explore the truth of supernatural events and use science to explain supernatural phenomena."

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

"Yes." The chairman nodded.

He and Mr. Ma remembered that the Chairman seemed to have said this before.

"But if this is not a supernatural incident," Nanjo joined the conversation, "doesn't it mean that there really was an uncle in a student uniform wandering around the hotel yesterday? Isn't this a very dangerous thing?"

"When you say that..." Kazuma became alert.

He couldn't help but be alert. So many troubles had happened in the more than half a year since he had traveled through time. He suspected that he had the physique of Conan, but not as exaggerated as Conan. He would die wherever he went.

"Let's go patrol the corridor later." Kazuma said.

Nanjo nodded: "Yes. Bring the wooden sword with you?"

"certainly."

Of course, having a wooden sword is better than not having one. Although Kazuma's enemies in the last incident have already started using Deshka heavy machine guns, such a big scene is like the Conan movie version, which only happens once a year.

perhaps.

When Kazuma thought like this, he forgot that it was 1980. The Cold War was still going on. The Soviet Union was fighting in Afghanistan. Spies from the KGB and CIA were assassinating and infiltrating each other, and conducting so-called "black operations" everywhere.

After eating, Kazuma took Nanjo and started patrolling the hotel with a wooden sword.

If the opponent is a martial artist with martial arts skills, Kazuma can see through it at a glance. Unfortunately, most people don't have permanent buffs or martial arts levels, which limits the scope of application of Kazuma's golden finger.

Kazuma wished he could tell at a glance, "Oh, this girl is level 15 in cleaning," "This girl is level 18 in cooking," and "Oh, this girl is a bed-sucker."

It's a pity that there is no such good thing.

Now this golden finger plays a role in allowing stand-ins to recognize each other. When Kazuma looks at a martial artist, he can see the hierarchical school. A real martial artist can feel the so-called unity of mind and skill in Kazuma.

If the two of them meet each other, they might have to have an exciting Pokemon duel.

While Kazuma was internally complaining about his skills, Nanjo's small talk went in and out of his left ear.

"Okada Anri is a little too cautious, and I'm not used to it," Nanjo said. Kazuma wasn't listening. "It's like I brought a maid. Am I a princess from the Warring States Period?"

Kazuma reacted to the word princess: "You are just good, no, no princess from the Warring States Period is even one-tenth as good as you."

"Eh? Really? But it depends on where the princess is. The witch from Mino should be stronger than me, right?"

Kazuma frowned, what the hell is Mino's enchantress? Where is Mino's viper Saito Dozo? No, Kazuma remembered that when he was memorizing the history of the Warring States Period, there was Saito Douzan, and his evaluation of his experience was basically the same as that of his previous life.

"Um, who is the enchantress of Mino?" Kazuma couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"You don't know? I see that when you review, you speak clearly about the Warring States Period. How could you not know this?"

Kazuma: "No one is a saint, there are always blind spots in knowledge."

"Douzan Saito had a daughter that was not recognized by the official history, the enchantress of Mino. She once caused a thick fog to attack Toyotomi Hideyoshi's fortification troops. As a result, the troops entered the fog and never came back."

Kazuma:? ? ? ?

Nanjo looked at Kazuma's dumbfounded look and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not familiar with these unofficial histories. It's great that I finally found some Warring States history that you didn't know about and can show it off to you. Did you know that rumors say that Ken Uesugi letter……"

"She's a woman, I know." He Ma replied instantly.

"Why do you know this?"

Nonsense, this was also said in my previous life.

And I, Kazuma, am a die-hard fan of the game Sengoku Lance.

Kazuma and Nanjo just chatted and patrolled all the way, interspersed with walking around in a daze, and spent the free time before going out to meet the school together today.

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 flashing gently, and each flash was one second closer to detonation.

**

Kenichi Chima and Rei Komori go to school together early in the morning every day.

As soon as the two met, Komori Shanrei asked: "Uncle Yukio didn't come back last night?"

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

"Is nothing going to happen? Guests from Tokyo are coming..." Komori Yamarei looked worried, "Isn't something big going to happen again?"

Kenichi Chima also had a serious face: "I feel that things are unusual. In my memory, my father has never lived in the police headquarters for such a long time."

"Alas," Komori Yamarei sighed, "My father also came from Kyoto, but he has never been back home since arriving in Osaka. Does he think he is China's Dayu?"

Kenichi Chima comforted him: "Don't worry too much. Since someone from Tokyo has come here, it means they came with clues. This kind of cross-regional linkage is not common."

The police in Osaka and Kyoto are closely connected due to their geographical proximity and close contact, so they often coordinate with each other.

But things are different in Tokyo. The Osaka Prefectural Police has always been unhappy about why the police agency in Tokyo is not called the Tokyo Prefectural Police, but the Metropolitan Police Department.

Osaka people have always had a competitive spirit with Tokyo. During the shogunate era, Osaka's small merchants and hawkers liked to wear small shoes for the agents sent by the shogunate in Tokyo.

After the Meiji Restoration, the people of Osaka couldn't understand why the emperor won and the shogunate fell, and why the imperial palace was moved to Tokyo? Why?

In addition, the top management here are all graduates of Kyoto University, and the Metropolitan Police Department is mainly from the University of Tokyo, so... they understand everything.

The Metropolitan Police Department generally does not ask for trouble and sends people to Osaka for business. If it really wants to pursue a fugitive or something, 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 that Kenichi Konma had developed since childhood, he heard that someone was coming from Tokyo, so he guessed it was a gonggan.

Komori Yamarei said: "Could the people from Tokyo be gonggan? In this case, will there be another student movement?"

When Komori Shanrei and 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 about the bomb demon." Kenichi Konma was speechless.

"How about we go and help with the search?" Komori Shanling said suddenly.

"Stop making trouble. What use can we do? We are causing trouble to dad and the others. Trust dad and the others."

"But I'm just restless. My eyelids have been twitching since this morning. I always feel like something very bad is about to happen."

Kinma Kenichi looked at the worried girl and suddenly pushed her against the low wall on the roadside without any warning: "Isn't it still me? If something really happens, you and I will have no problem. , no difficulty can knock us down, even if it ends up being a scene like Romero's Dawn of the Dead, it doesn't matter.

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

Although Komori Shanrei's cheeks were red, she spoke very coldly: "I want to remind you that at this distance, I can fight better than you."

After saying that, Komori Yamarei grabbed Konma Kenichi's arm at lightning speed, and then turned around and restrained him.

"Be gentle, it hurts! It's wrong, it's wrong, you're awesome! You're so awesome! Let me go!"

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

"You're being unreasonable! It's dislocated! It's really dislocated!"

**

At this time, Osaka has woken up from sleep. The streets are full of commuters, and the tram carriages are packed with people.

The shops on both sides of the street are also open one after another, and the vibrant Kansai accent comes and goes.

Life is everywhere in this city.

Since the last student demonstration four years ago, Osaka has never encountered anything that could disrupt this peaceful situation.

The big explosion in Kyoto next door is just a "story" on TV and newspapers to Osaka people.

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

He suddenly found a cute and well-behaved little girl in the store, sitting behind the counter and 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 spoke in an authentic Kansai accent, "Where is the kindergarten you go to?"

The little girl wasn't too wary, probably because Li Zhenghe's Kansai accent sounded so friendly.

She gave a list of addresses.

Li Zhenghe took a candy from the shelf and put it among the fast food he bought. After the little girl finished paying the bill skillfully, he put the candy into her hand: "Uncle gave it to you. There is a performance at the Citizens' Mansion this afternoon. Uncle will play the role of a grizzly bear, so remember to come and watch."

The little girl grinned: "Uncle, you don't have to act, it looks just like him."

"Ouch~" Li Zhenghe roared vividly, making the little girl giggle, "Remember, come."

"good!"

In fact, 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 the "Dagen" venue. Moreover, depending on the situation, this may become the fortress where Li Zhenghe and others make their final resistance.

It's better for children to come back later.

As soon as Li Zhenghe went out, Xing Jishang came to greet him.

"I can't tell. I heard that you kill a kid like this without blinking an eye."

"If she were a young soldier with a gun, or a child of someone who owed me money and refused to pay me back, I would. But she and I don't have any holidays, right?"

"this……"

Xing Jishang didn't know what to say.

Li Zhenghe: "Just think of it as the artist's quirks."

"All right."

The two went upstairs with a large pile of ready-made food.

The scene on the second floor now, if a policeman suddenly broke in, he would be scared to death.

The M16s that have been completed are lined up in a row on the long table.

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

But if you want to pretend to be Korean, of course you can't charge into battle on the street with a Kalashnikov.

Japan's secret service and CIA probably know where Li Zhenghe and the others belong, but ordinary people who saw it on TV and in newspapers don't know.

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

However, how to guide the tide of public opinion is not Li Zhenghe's business.

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

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

**

At 8:30, the students from North Gurashi High School noisily got on the bus for today's school trip.

The chairman whispered in Kazuma's ear: "When it comes to the second meeting, you and Nanjo can just run away."

"Aren't you going?" Kazuma asked doubtfully.

"I am responsible for nodding heads. If I go, the bus will not leave, and the teachers will look for us everywhere until they pick us out and put us on the bus. So, just go with Nanjo. In the same way, Mikako is in Class C, and she will definitely not be able to leave, because the chairman of Class C is a meticulous person and will not collude with Mikako."

Kazuma nodded.

The chairman added: "Have a nice date."

"...Don't you care?" Kazuma asked.

Nanjo sat on the other side of Kazuma and also looked at the Chairman.

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

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

At this time, the previous Kimura tour guide picked up the microphone and pushed the microphone switch. The moment he turned on the microphone switch, he made a harsh buzzer sound, which suddenly suppressed the noise of the entire car.

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

The Chairman stood up and said, "Everyone in the class has already boarded the bus. I just finished ordering."

"Okay, got it. Let's get started. Driver-san, you're ready to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the engine, which had been idling, suddenly became louder, and the car began to accelerate slowly.

**

The editor-in-chief of the Mainichi Shimbun newspaper's Osaka branch had just sat down in his office, and before the chair was warm, the white one of the two landline telephones on the table rang.

Large enterprises such as newspapers generally have a switchboard like a hotel. Most calls coming in from outside are made to the switchboard, and then the operator at the switchboard receives the call to the corresponding department.

There are very few landlines in newspaper offices that can directly answer external calls. These landlines do not share the same number as the newspaper office switchboard, and they are generally not listed in the local "Yellow Pages."

The white one on the desk of Editor-in-Chief Matsutō Kuo is one of the landline phones that can directly answer external calls.

Basically no one would make this call. Once they did, it usually meant that there was some earth-shattering news.

Because of this, Matsutō Kyūo hesitated when he heard the phone ringing rapidly.

In his mind, there shouldn't be any big events recently that would make this phone ring.

Could it be...Miss Yuko?

Yuko is the little lover of Kyuu Matsudagi. She knows the phone number of the white landline on Kyuu Matsudagi's desk, so that when she is bored, she can call him and have some sweet phone conversations with him without worrying. Interrupted by others.

But Kuzuo Soden glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was only eight o'clock.

Ms. Yuko should still be sleeping at this time.

That can only be news.

He picked up the phone: "Moses Moses?"

On the other side of the phone, a harsh voice that had been processed by a voice changer came.

"A time bomb has been planted in a hotel in Osaka Prefecture and will explode at 8 o'clock tonight. We give the Osaka Prefectural Police 12 hours to raise 10 million US dollars and place it at our designated location, otherwise the bomb will explode. Don't "Thinking about evacuating hotel guests, we will detonate it as soon as we see guests starting to evacuate."

The Songden Nine Clan frowned: "What?"

But the call has been hung up over there.

Songden Jiuxiong frowned. He was a little confused. This man came up and finished this sentence in one breath, regardless of whether others could hear it clearly...

Songden Jiuxiong was speechless.

He realized that he was not the first news organization to receive the call. If he didn't hear it clearly, other colleagues would naturally hear it clearly.

Matsutō Kyuuo pondered for a few seconds, then picked up the yellow intercom phone: "Inform an emergency meeting. The executive editors of the Social News Department and Current Affairs News Department came to my office immediately. Also, ask the external relations department to call the Osaka Prefectural Police. Asking if there are…well, if there are reporting restrictions today.”

He put down the phone and waited a moment before the executive editors from the two main news departments opened the door and walked in.

"Sonden-senpai, what's going on?" asked Kyurai, executive editor of the Current Affairs News Department, who came in first.

"Contact the police stationed in Osaka... No, take someone directly there, and be quick."

The Japanese police have resident reporters, and both the Metropolitan Police Department and the Osaka Prefectural Police have a large dedicated office for resident reporters from major newspapers.

This group of reporters battled wits and courage with the police's public relations officers all day long. Over time, they became particularly familiar with the police's situation and became experts at digging up police news and interpreting police trends.

These veterans are familiar with many criminal police officers, and sometimes their judgment of the case is 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 leave right away. But... what are you going to interview?"

"This is what you have to figure out. Anyway, something happened, go!"

**

After listening to the report, Konma Yukio turned to look at the leader of the gongans who came from Tokyo on the last Shinkansen train yesterday.

"Sakuma, is this it?" he asked.

Sakuma frowned and glanced at Aramaki.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Aramaki scratched his head, "This seems to be a very ordinary operation to obtain US dollar cash. It is not like giving a direct code instruction."

"That……"

"Furthermore," Aramaki interrupted Yukio Konma, "Ten million U.S. dollars in cash with random numbers cannot be prepared in twelve hours, and five million is barely enough. Activities to obtain U.S. dollar cash generally provide A reasonable amount that can be collected relatively easily within the time limit.

"This was the case in the case of the kidnapping of a wealthy Saudi Arabian man. The request made there was exactly the same as the amount of green votes stored in the rich man's own vault."

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

"Yes, spies are the embodiment of rationality. In order to achieve their goals, they will make the most reasonable arrangements in all aspects. Spies like James Bond are... not common in reality."

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

This time it was Sakuma who answered: "As for super spies, those in our industry can hear rumors about it from time to time. For example, before, he sneaked into the highly confidential air force base of the US military and replaced the screws on the U2 reconnaissance aircraft, and then disappeared without a trace. A Soviet spy who slipped away unnoticed.

"There is also the 'Firefox' who sent the pilots to the Soviet Union a few years ago, and finally succeeded in stealing the MiG-25, eliminating the MiG-25 phobia of the entire NATO camp."

Aramaki nodded: "These legends have basically no evidence. We are rationally inclined to believe that this is a carefully planned espionage operation, rather than a feat accomplished by a single super spy. However... there is no evidence that this was not done by super spies. Our principle is that if there is no evidence to prove its non-existence, we should raise a question mark.”

Yukio Konma: "I see, let's talk about the explosion threat. If this is not their real intention, then what is this for? Making an attack in the east and attacking in the west?"

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

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

"Come in."

As soon as Yukio Konma answered the door, the door was opened, and a young detective rushed in to report: "Kinma is on the alert, reporters are starting to gather here!"

Yukio Chikama stood up, went to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and looked towards the door of the police station.

A van bearing the logo of Fuji Broadcasting Corporation, one of the four major private broadcasters, was parked on the roadside. The female reporter in charge of the broadcast was touching up her makeup next to the van.

While Kinma Yukio was observing, the second reporting vehicle stopped at the entrance of the police station.

Then Yukio Konma also saw a photographer carrying a "long gun and short cannon" who had just got off the bus at the bus stop next to the police station.

He was speechless.

"If it were me, I would detonate a bomb at the door of the police station at this moment." He whispered.

At this time, he noticed that opposite the police station gate, there was a bicycle delivering ramen noodles parked on the roadside. The box of ramen noodles was still hanging on the back seat, but the rider was nowhere to be seen.

This bicycle parked alone on the side of the road looks so out of place.

"Damn." Yukio Chika cursed and turned around to pick up the internal line. "Guard, did you see a ramen delivery bike parked across the street? Go check it out! No, don't check it. Drive the crowd away. I'm here Let the bomb disposal experts go over."

**

Executive Editor Kuraigang rushed to the entrance of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters with his photography assistant and text reporter, and saw a bomb disposal expert wearing a pot-bellied explosion-proof suit running into the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters carrying a ramen delivery box.

"What the hell?" Jiurai glanced at his colleagues who had gathered at the door, and pulled one of them casually, "Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm just a cameraman." The person he pulled said, "I have no right to say what's going on. You should ask her. She has the right to decide whether to tell you or not."

Jiurai 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 Broadcast's reporter Sato glanced at Kurai, "We just defused a bomb, put it in the ramen box, and hung it on the back seat of a bicycle, right where we are standing. far away."

Jiurai was speechless: "Isn't it right? The editor-in-chief... asked us to interview this?"

**

Yukio Chima was looking at the defused bomb while listening to the bomb disposal expert's report.

"The yield of this thing shouldn't be big. Even if it explodes, there won't be many casualties." Aramaki said from the side, "It's just used to put pressure on us."

Detective Komoriyama Daisuke muttered: "Is this really a case of attacking in the east and attacking in the west?"

Yukio Konma: "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, we will ask hotels in Osaka Prefecture to see if they have looked Meet some strange person."

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

"Then allocate more manpower! Now set up the search headquarters immediately, use a small auditorium as the venue, gather all the landline phones that the bureau can collect now, one person per landline, press the yellow leaf to call the hotel in the mansion. "

"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 arrange everything, and then the personnel will move in and start investigating the case.

They are undoubtedly professional in this regard, and they do it quickly and well. No police agency in any country can do it faster and better than they do.

Because the police in other countries directly investigate the case and don't do this.

With an order from Yukio Konma, the entire Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters took action. Staff from the General Affairs Division and criminal police from the Investigation Division all went into action 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 Kazuma just finished visiting the first destination of the day.

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

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

Then the chairman followed the group and got on the bus.

Kazuma pulled Nanjo and crouched in the hidden shadow, looking in the direction of the bus.

He was a little worried about Yo Yamada's loud mouth and his sabotage.

However, this did not happen. The bus full of students soon started to move, and the three buses filed out of the parking lot.

Kazuma: "Okay, let's go, let's go see 'Dagan'."

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

"Hey, is it true?" Kazuma touched his face.

Nanjo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, really. Do you... really like SF (science fiction) so much?"

In my previous life, I bought a science fiction world for 13 years with Ma, from the third grade of elementary school until I graduated from college. If I have to say it, I am indeed a senior science fiction fan.

But to be honest, the science fiction world since 2005 has not looked very good, and Kazuma’s interest has gradually shifted to fantasy works such as Kyushu Fantasy.

Regarding Nanjo's question, Kazuma hesitated for a moment, 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 Kazuma nodded: "Yes, I like SF very much."

You can’t say that you are going on a “pilgrimage”, right?

Embark on the pilgrimage and gain 100 piety points...

Kazuma pulled Nanjo to the bus stop.

Although Nanjo is very rich, Kazuma feels that for a date, of course he should spend his own money, 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 next to him: "Recently, I always dream about a large number of fish with arms and legs rushing up from the sea. It's very scary."

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

"What B-movie?"

Kazuma glanced at the two office workers.

He probably guessed which B-movie it was.

It was indeed a B-level movie that would make you go crazy and have nightmares after watching it.

"I...maybe I've seen it." The office worker who had a nightmare scratched his head, "My girlfriend likes to watch B-level movies. I'm always drunk when I go home recently, so I might watch it with her in a delirious state. How many? I can’t remember. She hasn’t been to my house for several days. She used to call me and talk to me until late at night, but now it’s like she has disappeared.”

Kazuma couldn't help but look at the office worker a few more times.

**

Li Zhenghe was stunned: "There was 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. They should follow the clues and find the garage soon. When they start exchanging fire, the Osaka Prefectural Police will mobilize as many police forces as possible to the garage." Li Zhenghe He glanced at Xing Jishang and said, "We'll take action at that time."

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

"Then we will take action later. Considering our manpower, whether we take action at 12 noon or 6 p.m., the difference in the number of hostages we can ultimately control will not be too big. As long as we don't wait until seven or eight o'clock when everyone is gone Just do it again."

Li Zhenghe leaned back on the backrest of the sofa and looked at his subordinates who were still memorizing the details of Korean life in the manual.

"Remember to burn the manuals later. Also, be careful, don't let two people memorize the contents of the same manual. By then both of them were captured, and the Japanese asked, 'Are you two living in the same place? Together?', 'Fuck the same girlfriend?' That would be embarrassing."

Everyone laughed together.

**

Ding Zaixu was eating popcorn and watching B-level movies on TV.

He loved this lifestyle so much. When he was in his hometown, the most exciting entertainment activity was to watch the Putianbao Orchestra perform.

At that time, he loved the rock music played by Putianbao Band. Now that he came out, he realized that he was so naive at that time.

At that time, he still believed that music was the love of his life, but now he has not played music for a long time - watching B-level movies, or going to the custom shop in Cangtianjie, isn't it delicious?

Ding Zaixu is immersed in B-level movies. He has watched this movie several times, and his favorite violent scene will appear next... If I have the chance, I really want to try the same thing in reality.

At this time, Shi Enzhou, who had been staying in the back room, opened the door, walked out unsteadily, and headed for 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 replied lightly.

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

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

He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then slowly groped in his pocket.

Ding Zaixu was watching Shi Enzhou from the side. Xing Jishang had told him in the morning to keep an eye on Shi Enzhou and use a silenced pistol to send him away if necessary.

Ding Zaixu didn't have any resistance to shooting a companion who was already a bit wrong - it would save him money, so why not?

But now, Ding Zaixu suddenly became curious and wanted to know what happened to Shi Enzhou.

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

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

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

Shi Enzhou was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's hard for me to describe to you. Language is based on logic, but illusion has no logic."

As he spoke, 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 it. So, have you seen Picasso's paintings?"

"It's in the textbooks, it's a typical example of criticizing exaggerated Western art," Ding Zaixu said.

"It feels almost like that. They look like they came out of "Grzhnika", no, ten times weirder than that. I know they are not real things, so I am not afraid of them, but seeing them often makes me nervous. I...became a little weird."

"This, this is it..."

Shi Enzhou was lost in thought, picking his neck with his hands, and said while picking: "I think it may be because when I was drinking, I accidentally took industrial alcohol as wine and took a lot of sips. It may also be that it has been more than ten years. Before, the sequelae of the injuries sustained during the Yanagawa Group's encirclement and suppression campaign.

“What the cause is, I’m too lazy to explore.

"Anyway, I'm seeing more and more hallucinations now, and they're becoming more frequent, but it's no problem. Taking sedatives can effectively suppress them."

Just as Ding Zaixu was about to say something, he noticed that Shi Enzhou's hand that had been picking at his neck had broken the skin and caused blood.

This scene, for some reason, made Ding Zaixu feel a little creepy.

Shi Enzhou noticed Ding Zaixu's gaze and realized what he was doing. He stopped picking at his neck, calmly picked up the tissue box on the table, pulled out two tissues and pressed them on his neck.

"Sorry." Shi Enzhou said, "It's too itchy. I became addicted to it if I didn't pay attention."

Ding Zaixu: "It's okay. Don't you... light up a cigarette?"

"Oh yes, I'm looking for matches...that's weird, where are my matches?"

Ding Zaixu took out the lighter, flicked it, and held the flame in front of Shi Enzhou.

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

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

If Shi Enzhou behaves strangely again, he will take out his gun and shoot without hesitation.