I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kiryu Kazuma arrived at the "DAICON" venue, and when he looked up, he saw the DAICON opening animation short film created by the dream team playing on the big screen.

Many people at the scene also stopped to watch.

Unlike Hema, they knew that this short film was the beginning of the legend, and many years later there would be a bunch of animation masters who were interested in animation information to trace its origins.

They simply thought this short story was really awesome.

Nanjo Honami also raised her head, looked at the big screen, and sighed from the bottom of her heart: "It's really well done."

"Yes, I have a hunch that this will become a masterpiece that will be spread throughout the world." Kazuma said.

"This? Uh... is it possible?" Nanjo looked up at the screen again, "It is indeed pleasing to the eye. The girl is very cute and the overall picture is dynamic, but... is it too exaggerated to spread to the world?"

Kazuma just smiled, and suddenly he saw something related to this animated short being sold not far ahead, including the big radish that the heroine held in the animation, and the rabbit ears headdress.

Kazuma really wanted to buy this and equip Nanjo with it, but he was short of money.

This kind of school trip usually requires "souvenirs", which are "souvenirs" that Chinese people often bring back when traveling to give to friends, so Chiyoko gave Kazuma some extra money.

However, the Hema family no longer had any relatives to send souvenirs to, so they only brought something to Chiyoko and his apprentice Amao, so Chiyoko didn't give much money.

Just as Kazuma forced himself to stop paying attention to the surrounding stalls, he heard Nanjo next to him ask: "Do you want to see me dressed like that?"

Kazuma turned around and saw Nanjo looking at him with a smile.

"There's really nothing you can do about it," Nanjo said with a smile, "Oh, I suddenly want to wear clothes of this style. I don't know if there are any sizes that suit me."

Kazuma glanced down and said, "No, don't force it. I don't want you to show too much in public places like this now, okay."

Nanjo tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Then I'll buy some rabbit ears and a radish."

Without waiting for Kazuma to respond, Nanjo suddenly took his hand out of Kazuma's palm, and then jumped up and ran to the stall selling peripherals.

I don't know if it was affected by the short film that was still playing on the big screen above her head, but Nanjo's gait was light at this time, as if the heroine in the animated short film had come to the real world.

If it were Nanjo, maybe she could perfectly reproduce the actions of the heroine in the animated short film. If she put on the heroine's clothes and performed such a routine, she would probably become a legend together with this short film?

Kazuma also walked towards the stall, and happened to hear Nanjo say: "A pair of rabbit ears and a carrot sword."

"Do you want this kind of radish sword, or..." The clerk took out a radish sword the size of a wallet pendant and a ballpoint pen-sized one, "This one here is a pen, you can write..."

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

"Eh? Is that inflatable?"

"Yes, please give me one that is inflated and three that are not."

After saying this, Nanjo activated her unique skill again and slapped the ten thousand dollar bill on the counter.

Kazuma was too lazy to complain.

But this time Nanjo added: "Oh, by the way, give me as much change as possible, and give me some extra hundred yen and ten yen coins."

"Oh, okay." As the clerk replied, his partner had already taken out all the things Nanjo wanted and put them on the counter.

Nanjo simply put the rabbit ears on his head, picked up the inflated radish sword, turned around to face Kazuma, and assumed a standard mid-section sword-holding posture.

"Eh, that's not right." She turned her head and looked at the big screen where the short film was still playing, and assumed the posture of the heroine holding a sword in the short film.

This kind of look later had a special term called "Da Zhang Zhengji Li", because this shape and pose was carried forward by Da Zhang Zhengji as the performance and painting supervisor in robot-themed animations.

From now on, any film about robots fighting will definitely feature this pose.

Movies that don't involve robots fighting sometimes use this look, because it's really a powerful look.

However, the standard kendo posture is not for the pursuit of courage, and it is still a little different from Da Zhang Zhengji's signature POSE.

Honami Nanjo was wearing the winter sailor uniform from Kitagashi High School and bunny ears. This pose caused Kazuma to have a hallucination in an instant, feeling that the next moment four big words should appear behind her: Loss of War Dimension.

The contrast between the heroic appearance and the cute bunny ears is really great.

Nanjo: "How?"

"Awesome." Kazuma gave a thumbs up.

If it were at the comic exhibition venue that he and Ma were familiar with in his previous life, Nanjo would have been surrounded by people on three levels inside and outside the camera.

But in this era, the two-dimensional subculture is still in its infancy even in Japan. Although there are already fan exhibitions and cosplay, it is just a small circle for self-entertainment. For "newcomers" like Nanjo who have not joined any small circles, everyone They don’t dare to come over and take photos blatantly.

Kazuma had already seen a few people holding cameras hesitating in the distance.

So he decisively stepped forward and pulled Nanjo up: "Okay, let's go and visit the exhibition. It won't be too late for you to slowly pose for me when you get home."

Kazuma said and glanced at the people in the distance. As expected, they gave up their plan to come up and take pictures as soon as they saw their "boyfriend" was there.

Kazuma looked back, and then realized that Nanjo looked like a little girl in love, nothing like Haiyan who could challenge the storm.

In fact, Kazuma himself was also immersed in the sweet and sour youthful atmosphere at this time, and the just-right fragrance of white plums on Nanjo made him happy.

He wanted to bury his face in Nanjo's soft fat right now and smell it to his heart's content.

It looks like I'm going to have a very pleasant time this morning.

At this time, Kazuma had actually forgotten things like the beginning of the legend and the anime dream team.

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

However, it may be that the continuous big scenes after traveling through time have honed his sense of smell. He was immersed in the smell of youth when he suddenly noticed a group of policemen running in single file at the entrance of the venue towards the parking lot. .

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

Seeing this, Nanjo looked around, but didn't see anything wrong, so he asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"The police are adjusting security and seem to be removing people."

Nanjo looked around for the second time, and then he realized what Kazuma was looking at just now: "It's true."

"The entire police force was transferred away, and then the remaining police officers were evenly divided to refill the positions," Kazuma explained, "This is so unusual. The Osaka Station was covered with promotional flags for the SF Conference. It should be the most important event in Osaka today, right?”

"Maybe... I'm not sure. Some shrines have festivals in October."

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

Nanjo nodded: "On a larger scale than this, it is the Kyoto mountain burning event."

The mountain burning is not really a mountain burning, it is connected with braziers on the mountain to display characters. It is a traditional program of the Obon Festival in Kyoto.

Kazuma forgot what the words for Kyoto's mountain burning are. If Osaka held a similar event, it would probably be "Oshin Ogiri"? It means good health.

Kazuma retracted his thoughts and said in a deep voice: "Something happened. It must have happened."

Nanjo subconsciously leaned towards Kazuma.

To be honest, the trust and dependence shown by her subconscious actions made Kazuma's heart move more than her charming charm just now.

"What should we do?" Nanjo asked in a low voice, "But since we are withdrawing the police force here, it should have nothing to do with us, right?"

Kazuma nodded, and then joked: "Not necessarily, maybe they were hit by a false alarm?"

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

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

Kazuma: "No, don't cause trouble to the police officers, just trust them. Let's continue visiting the convention."

Nanjo nodded, and then suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "Then, what if this is really an attack in the east? The real target is the conference?"

"Then I have to ask you to fight side by side with me." Kazuma smiled.

"But we didn't bring wooden swords."

Carrying a wooden sword is more conspicuous. Originally, it would be suspicious for them to come to the exhibition in school uniforms on weekdays. If one of them carries a wooden sword, they might be regarded as a delinquent.

Nanjo handed the radish sword in his hand to Kazuma: "Use this."

"This is inflatable!"

"The Jedi are still fighting with fluorescent tubes. As long as they have enough momentum, it's no problem!"

"No, no, there's something wrong!"

Kazuma and Nanjo chatted like ordinary couples and walked towards the venue.

**

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

"Don't be impatient. We'll wait until the afternoon. After the package we put in the Citizen Park explodes, they will dispatch more police."

"Will they feel that this is luring the enemy?" Xing Jishang asked worriedly.

"There should be one or two capable people who feel it, right? But, do you think Japan's bureaucracy will trust the judgments made by one or two people based on pure experience?"

Xing Jishang laughed directly: "No, if you can do this, you are not Japanese."

"So just wait. There may be individual criminal police officers or gonggan who have strong sense of responsibility and dare to break the rules and come with a small number of people. This small number of people will not affect the overall situation."

"Understood." Xing Jishang paused, and finally decided to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since the beginning, "Boss, what is this thing you are carving now?"

"Oh, this is a strange object I saw in a pawn shop before. I was very impressed by it, so I wanted to carve something similar to it."

"pawnshop?"

"Ah, they are all called second-hand recyclers now. I went to a small shop that recycles things that are not wanted by regular recyclers and scrap dealers. The things sold in that shop are all kinds of strange, and it is quite interesting to browse."

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

"I don't know either. It doesn't matter what he is, what's important is the artistic sense he embodies. When you see this thing, you can't help but feel a... How should I say, just like watching that Just like the masterpiece ‘The Scream’.”

"Scream? Uh, the one from China?"

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

**

Yukio Konma put down the phone, looked at everyone in the office, and shook his head: "The city government said that unless we have concrete evidence to prove that the SF Convention is in danger, it will not stop it."

"Isn't the captured bomb tangible enough?" Daisuke Komoriyama asked.

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

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

"It can't be stopped. Even if a bomb does explode, tomorrow companies far away from the explosion site will come to ask why the government didn't find out the specific explosion site before issuing a shutdown order. Especially those old people who have experienced B29 bombings , will point at the Osaka Governor’s nose and scold him.”

Komoriyama Daisuke was speechless.

Old guys who have experienced B29 bombings are basically big bosses as long as they are still involved in politics and business.

"In short, what we can do now is to pull the enemy out from hiding in the shadows as soon as possible. How many hotels have we called now?"

"We have called all four-star and five-star hotels, and we have almost finished contacting three-star hotels. However, there is a problem. Several hotels have reported that they may have seen suspicious characters."

"How many hotels?"

"Yes." The young professional group police officer in charge of the report added, looking at the shorthand content in his police manual, "Specifically, thirteen hotels reported suspicious persons, and one hotel reported that their power supply system failed in the morning. Is it related to the case we are investigating?

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

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

"No one asked, but these hotels said there were fewer people on the night shift at night, so they might have missed it, so they sent all the surveillance videos. The one with the most sent a truckload of tapes over. Just that kind of medium-sized truck."

Yukio Chikama sighed: "Well, we can't let it go once it's delivered. If the bombs were planted in these hotels and we didn't check the video tapes and missed it, then the responsibility would be huge.

"Are there enough manpower?"

The young police officer shook his head and said, "It's not enough. I'm already so busy that I want to borrow the cat's hand."

"Then go find all the cats in the headquarters." Yukio Chima said seriously.

"ha?"

Konma Yukio curled his lips and decided to suppress his complaining spirit as a Kansai native, and ordered: "Go and mobilize people again. We can't recruit people at the SF Convention. Remove some of the police patrolling the streets today. The traffic police Come here, too. Anyway, it doesn’t matter if you arrive a little late to handle the traffic accident. The person calling the police will think that the traffic police is also stuck on the road and cannot move."

Traffic jams in Osaka are as serious as those in Tokyo, and if foreign tourists say that Osaka is not as jam-packed as Tokyo, Osaka drivers will not be happy. When Osaka City developed into a big city, Edo was still a fishing village. How could it be more congested than us?

After the young police officer left, Sakuma, who had been sitting silently, spoke up: "This young man must have just entered the police station not long ago, and he encountered something like this. I don't know whether he should be considered unlucky or lucky. .”

"Surviving it will become a valuable experience. However, it may also leave a psychological shadow that will last a lifetime." Yukio Konma glanced at Sakuma and dropped the subject, "Don't wait at the gongan. ?"

"Put yourself in my shoes," Sakuma smacked the cigarette in his hand on the edge of the ashtray, "What do you think when people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department tell you how to handle cases? You wish these people could go to other departments to kill their time, right? ?The same goes for gonggan, they want us to just watch you work here for them and not interfere with their work."

At this time, the young police officer who had just left rushed in without knocking: "There was an explosion in the fountain in Osaka Central Park!"

"What?"

Aramaki: "The purpose of the second one is to tell you that they really planted explosives and put pressure on you. Today is a working day and there is no one in Central Park. There is no need to worry about causing too many casualties and causing you and them to fight to the death. Until now Until now, just follow the normal steps.”

"You should have told me earlier!" Daisuke Komoriyama slapped the table.

Aramaki responded calmly: "It's useless to say it earlier. There are too many alternative locations. He can even find a mountain near Osaka to explode, as long as the impact is large and we are not afraid of not being able to see it."

Yukio Chima gave the young police officer a supplementary order: "Immediately send bomb disposal experts to the scene to confirm that there are no other bombs. Count the casualties and send me a report. I will go to the city hall and see the governor in person."

The young police officer took the order and left, and then the phone on Yukio Chima's desk rang.

Insider.

After he picked it up, opposite him was the public relations officer of the Osaka Prefectural Police: "Reporters have already got the news and are asking if a bomb has been planted. According to my experience, several TV stations will soon be scrolling on the morning drama. The reports exploded.”

The Japanese police have the right to control reporting in order to solve crimes, but they cannot control reporters who "hear" news from non-police channels.

Yukio Kinma: "Think about the salary you get. People at your level are now going to the battlefield to face vicious criminals. You don't have to lose your life in this job, but you get the same salary as them. Work hard for me." Once you hold on!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He sighed.

"When will our reporting controls be as thorough as those in the United States?" he murmured.

**

Li Zhenghe glanced at the wall clock.

"The package in Central Park should have exploded. What's the security situation?" he asked Xing Jishang afterward.

"No change." Xing Jishang shook his head.

"You are so determined not to withdraw your defense." Li Zhenghe reached for the telescope in Xing Jishang's hand, leaned on the window sill and looked over the row of low buildings in front of him to observe the exhibition hall.

"There are really many people." Xing Jishang said, "If they charge at our Banzai, we shouldn't be able to stop them. After all, there is no M60 with a 200-round drum magazine."

"Don't be stupid. The Japanese of this generation who dare to carry out that kind of charge are all on the left wing. However, it is really difficult to deal with a large number of people. There should be many people who take advantage of the chaos and run away." Li Zhenghe didn't look worried at all.

"It's time to check out the points. We might have to kill so many policemen in the end to complete the mission." Xing Jishang said, "Although these policemen have guns, with small pistols like that, as long as we fight at a distance, they can't even hurt us. Disaster."

The Japanese police are notoriously weak in firepower. The Nanbu pistols they use are not powerful and only have five rounds of ammunition in the drum. The key is that the Japanese police do not carry spare ammunition. Many police officers cannot receive more than a few rounds of supplementary ammunition in a year.

Only after an incident occurs will the police temporarily issue equipment to officers.

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

But that was also many years ago. In recent years, there have been calls in Japan to abolish the mobile fleet.

Of course, Li Zhenghe knew that the Japanese were actually secretly forming a special police unit like West Germany's GSG9 based on the backbone of the mobile team.

It's just that the existence of this kind of troops has not been made public now, and it is impossible to send them to the SF conference site to provide security.

Therefore, Xing Jishang doesn't think there is any problem in cleaning up these security forces that have been greatly weakened.

"When we start exchanging fire, people will start running. The Japanese have complete disaster prevention training, and quick evacuation is a life-saving ability for them. After all, earthquakes happen every now and then. They may not have seen hostage hijacking, but as long as they have a job People ring 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."

**

At this time, Kazuma couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is that man George Lucas?"

"Who?" Nanjo didn't realize who Kazuma was talking about, and just looked blankly in the direction Kazuma pointed.

"Made Buddhist Temple Biwei Talisman Oil (The Force is with you)" Kazuma followed the local customs and said the famous line from "Star Wars" with his unique pronunciation of Japanese English.

Nanjo burst out laughing, because she knew Kazuma could speak very standard English, and now this was just being funny.

Nanjo's own English is quite standard.

"But isn't this called George Lucas?" Nanjo said in confusion after laughing, "Isn't it called Joel Jokas?"

Kazuma was stunned, what the hell, the style of the Star Wars movie in his mind has changed now, okay?

When the Black Lord comes on the stage, don't play the imperial march, just go straight to babbling.

Because the names were different, my desire to hook up immediately became much smaller. He looked at the stage from a distance where George Ciokas was interacting with the selected audience. It seemed that this was a road show for the Japanese dubbing version of Star Wars - the Japanese subtitled version - to build momentum for the release.

"How about we get closer?" Nanjo suggested.

Kazuma was about to answer when his eyes caught sight of another person.

Spock, the science officer and first mate from Star Trek, was signing autographs for several fans not far away.

Kazuma dragged Nanjo over.

Just as a group of people in front happily left with their signatures, He immediately went to directly compare the salute gestures of the Vulcans in Star Trek, and said the famous line: "Live and prosper."

Perhaps this was the first time this person heard standard English today, and he immediately smiled at Kazuma and responded: "Continue life and prosper."

Kazuma took out his shorthand notebook and signed it for others.

The old man - no, he is not old at this time, he is very young. "Spock" signed the autograph and returned it to Kazuma, saying in English: "Be sure to come and see the new movie."

Kazuma nodded and pushed the seat aside for others - just as Kazuma was about to sign, another group of people came closer.

Kazuma glanced at this group of people and was stunned.

This personalized messy hair looked familiar to Kazuma.

He waited for the other party to finish communicating with "Spock", get his autograph, and talk about endless prosperity and prosperity before he stepped forward to talk to the wild-haired brother.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but was it you who made that animated short film that plays repeatedly?"

The other party was shocked, looked Kazuma up and down, and then glanced at Nanjo - he retracted as soon as his eyes met Nanjo. Apparently Nanjo's beauty had shocked him so much that he didn't dare to take another look at her.

Kazuma was shocked. With such a naive and virginal reaction, could he really be the person from another time and space directed by the ruffian?

At this time, this person spoke: "How...how did you know it was me who did it?"

"I've heard a little bit about it." He Ma hesitated.

Nanjo glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Her upbringing was so strict that she would habitually avoid interrupting when men were talking, unlike Mikako, who would interrupt without a care in the world.

"Uh." The messy head scratched his shiny messy hair. Kazuma knew at a glance that this guy was too lazy to wash his hair like some of his roommates in college. "That one was indeed made by us. He is still very young and has been praised by many people."

"No, it's definitely not a compliment. I think it's great. Excuse me..." Kazuma wanted to ask you what your name was, but when he was prevaricating, he acted like he knew everything, so now it's hard to ask.

At this time, someone asked: "What is your name?"

"Ah, my name is Kiryu Kazuma, and I am..." Kazuma almost told Kazuma that he was a detective. Maybe Conan had seen this too much and said it smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the other party was shocked again: "Are you...that Kiryu Kazuma?"

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

"Ninjutsu successor?" The wild-haired man looked at Nanjo again, "Why is there only one?"

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

"Oh, yes, I can't believe it. I've listened to both of your songs, they're great."

"Huh? This..." Forget about Star Place, the music score has been circulated everywhere. The "I Love You My Mother" that I copied before was obviously not even an official audio version.

"The song "Dedicated to Mother", the ripped tapes are all over the street now." The wild-haired man lowered his voice, "It's sold everywhere that sells ripped tapes. We're also ripping it privately."

In this era, buying blank audio tapes and ripping genuine song tapes is a very common form of piracy.

Not to mention that the Japanese have a high awareness of genuine music. In this era, Japan has not yet entered the bubble era of wealth and wealth. There are many poor people, and the poor use pirated music to listen to music.

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

Moreover, there is a process for improving the legal system. Currently, Japan’s copyright law is not that complete.

Kazuma: "This...actually, it's just something I feel."

Many of Wangpi Pants' songs are not said to be very powerful, but they are very explosive when they fit the emotions.

To be honest, I don't understand how this song spread.

At this time, the wild-haired man seemed to have made up his mind and said to He You: "Can I ask you to write a song for our club's next work? It's not a song for my mother, it's a song about where the stars are. .”

Kazuma looked confused when he heard his request.

Because he knew that this golden group had an imperial composer named Sagiji Shiro. He wrote many classic songs for this group's works, such as the classic battle soundtrack in "Neon Genesis Evangelion". After watching Evangelion When people listen to this music, they will have auditory hallucinations in their ears, and hear a big sister shouting "General Officer's first combat configuration".

"You don't need to write too much! You're not writing it now. I know you are a high school student and you are going to college. Next year, next year we will come to you to write music, okay?"

Kazuma scratched his head, wouldn't he be taking Shiro Sagi's position? Could it be that I am going to copy the works of Shirou Lu Si in the future?

Sure enough, if you do this kind of thing once, it will happen a second time, and you can't stop at all...

Kazuma: "Okay, I'll think about it and leave me your contact information."

"Okay!" The wild-haired man looked extremely excited, "Finally the problem of music producers has been solved! We are one step closer to the goal of producing the animation of our dreams."

He paused and then explained to Kazuma: "Oh, that's the case. A few of us want to make a super awesome science fiction work, a hard-core science fiction animation that is different from the science fiction animations on the market today."

Kazuma thought to himself, okay, "Wangli Space Army" is here, so they have an idea at this time?

"But we just need a musician. When you go to college, come and give us music! It will definitely become a masterpiece!"

"The King of Space Force" has indeed become a masterpiece. The production level of many classic shots in it will not be outdated forty years later.

Kazuma didn't expect that he would be involved in this matter in this way.

Weekly Fang Chun's saucy operation actually provided such an opportunity.

Life is really full of surprises.

"Okay." Kazuma nodded, "I agree."

"Great, then...my friends are at the club's booth over there, why don't you come over and get to know them?"

Kazuma glanced at Nanjo, asking for her opinion.

Nanjo smiled and said: "Go. But you can't just leave me alone. I have to 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, Kazuma thought inexplicably: The road ahead leads to the dream that I have longed for for many years. I am surrounded by the beautiful girl who loves me, and there is music to accompany me along the way. This time in my life, it is much more luxurious than the last time. Too much.

**

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

There was a crowd of people in this convention, including celebrities from Japan's SF industry, as well as foreign guests and big businessmen specializing in imported movies. No matter how you looked at it, it was a perfect target for an attack.

However, since he came back so angry, it was natural that his persuasion failed.

"These guys! Their heads are just like mush." ​​Yukio Konma cursed fiercely while there was no one else in the office.

After cursing, the door opened, and police officer Daisuke Komoriyama came in, holding a report.

"There is interesting information."

"What?" Yukio Konma asked, reaching out to take the report from Daisuke Komoriyama.

Komoriyama shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with this. This is the casualty situation of the explosion in Central Park. Only three tourists who were sitting next to the fountain were slightly injured. The interesting information I am talking about is that the technical reconnaissance and explosive ordnance disposal department After deconstructing the bomb, we found a brand of diode that has been discontinued. The factory that produced this brand has been acquired, and this brand no longer exists.”

Yukio Konma looked at Daisuke Komoriyama, waiting for him to continue.

"I have sent people to get the shipping records of this factory before it was acquired. As long as we trace the flow of these goods, we should be able to find something."

"Shipping from the factory is wholesale. If we track it, we can at most locate the retailer. What should we do next?" Yukio Konma asked with a frown.

"We can only pull out the net and scan every retail store that sells this kind of diode. In fact, we have already reached the last step. There are nearly 3,000 stores in Osaka that need to be checked."

"Are there so many stores selling diodes in Osaka?" Yukio Chima exclaimed.

"I didn't know there were so many before, but yes, they do exist. If you think about it carefully, we are the industrial center of Western Japan. It doesn't seem very strange, does it?"

Yukio Konma turned his head and looked outside at the sky, which was gray due to air pollution, and at a row of tables.

"Check. I'll try my best to mobilize as many people as possible for you."

**

Xing Jishang patted Li Zhenghe on the shoulder: "Head! The police have withdrawn again. Shall we take action?"

Li Zhenghe climbed up in a hurry, took the telescope from Xing Jishang, observed for a while and shook his head: "Wait a minute. They mobilize people like this, which means they are close to finding clues. Let's wait, wait over there If there is a fire, there will be fewer police here.”

"When the fire is connected, the mobile team will be dispatched directly, right?"

"The mobile team is responsible for the breakthrough, but before that, the Japanese have a lot of troublesome things to do. For example, evacuating the surrounding residents and setting up roadblocks to block the roads. Don't you still understand the Japanese way? If they really get into trouble, they will definitely adjust the situation. People left.”

"Is it really appropriate to just sell it outright?"

"If we act now, they might survive. Do you think this is a good deal?" Li Zhenghe said solemnly, looking straight at Xing Jishang.

Xing Jishang shook his head: "No, it's obviously not cost-effective."

"That's it, let's wait." Li Zhenghe turned back and continued carving his wooden sculpture.

**

Time, just like that, at 3:30 in the afternoon, Cai Zhixi, who was in the same enemy-baiting group as Ding Zai-xu and Shi Eun-joo - of course they didn't know they were the enemy-baiting group - suddenly saw an unremarkable Honda sedan through the telescope. Stopped in front of the hardware store where they purchased components.

The two people who got out of the car were criminal police officers at first glance.

Japanese criminal police officers all like long windbreakers for some reason. Japanese office workers wear long-sleeved black suits no matter what the temperature is. Japanese criminal police officers wear windbreakers regardless of the weather.

If there is any secret organization in Japan, they will definitely wear a fixed dress so that 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 buy components."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure, that's the Japanese criminal police. Wait, I saw them showing the police manual to the shop owner. It's the criminal police. What should I do?"

Ding Zaixu's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Don't panic, it's probably just a normal investigation, don't act rashly. Just wait until the person leaves."

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

**

After entering the store, Detective Changshan and Detective Shiqiu asked the shopkeeper to show him the police manual.

The shopkeeper immediately saluted the two of them respectfully and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

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

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

The shopkeeper took out a box of diodes from the shelf and placed it on the table. On the box was the trademark shown by Changshan Detective.

Detective Changshan and his partner looked at each other and asked, "Have these diodes been sold recently?"

"Let me take a look." The shop owner took out the account book and flipped through it. "There are quite a few for sale. Who are you looking for?"

"Have you ever bought a lot at once?" Detective Shiqiu asked.

"Yes, there is one. There were so many that I advised him to buy it from a wholesaler, but he said he needed it urgently." The shop owner quickly flipped through the account book, then pointed to one of the rows, "That's it, the name is Neda Koichi."

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

"Do you know where he lives?" Detective Changshan asked.

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

"What kind of person is he?" Detective Shiqiu asked.

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

"Lend me your phone."

"Excuse me." The shop owner immediately took his store's landline phone from the cabinet behind him and placed it on the counter.

Soon, Detective Changshan completed the report and turned back to Detective Ishioka: "Let's go and ask if anyone else has seen this Genda Koichi nearby."

**

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

"Stay steady, don't panic." Ding Zaixu's voice sounded quite steady, "It's just a routine investigation. Don't panic until you see the large force coming. If it's not possible, you can go to the sewer."

Osaka's sewers are also well connected in all directions. At that time, student movement students used the sewers to transport contraband such as Molotov cocktails to the front line.

Naturally, Ding Zaixu and the others had already opened up an escape route in the sewers, so they still felt confident speaking at this time.

But Cai Zhixi couldn't calm down anymore because he saw the two detectives entering the store.

"Ding Zaixu, those two detectives entered the store where you rented videos. I feel like you are going to fucking kill us."