I teach kendo in Tokyo

While Kazuma was being put on the ambulance, Takashi Hanabusa was on the roof of the highest building near the scene.

"Did you get a good photo?" he asked his partner Daisuke Wakamiya.

"I got it! I took a photo of Kiryu and Ma standing in front of the advancing mobile team just now! Thanks to the helicopter's searchlight, this will definitely cause a sensation!" Daisuke Wakamiya said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's go back and wash it immediately. I want to write an earth-shattering report! And then put it in the weekly magazine that comes out the day after tomorrow!" Hanabusa Takashi stood up and walked quickly.

Wakamiya Daisuke hurriedly packed up his things and trotted to catch up with his partner.

**

Early the next morning, Kazuma opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, then gradually recalled what happened last night.

Then he turned to look next to him and found Nanjo Honami lying on the edge of the bed, snoring lightly.

Kazuma didn't want to wake her up, so he just closed his eyes and rested.

Last night when he was on the stretcher, he planned to meditate and see what he had learned from the various battles throughout the day.

Although I basically didn’t use kendo skills to fight yesterday, I could at least have some street fighting, right?

And he shot such a fierce guy with his gun. Logically speaking, he should improve his marksmanship?

But Kazuma has never seen a marksmanship level. Even the Metropolitan Police Mobile Team, which is supposed to have received strict gun training, does not have a marksmanship level.

Maybe only "Traditional American Martial Arts" has marksmanship levels.

Anyway, Kazuma was looking forward to seeing if he could have more abilities yesterday. When the things in the afternoon came to an end, he was just humming and absorbing the experience instead of meditating. After the things in the evening, he was going to meditate, but he took painkillers and became extremely sleepy. Incomparably, he fell asleep before being carried into the ambulance.

Now that he has had enough sleep, Kazuma is in good spirits and can just meditate.

He entered the state of familiarity with the horse and looked at his own entries first as usual.

He didn't expect that there would be an extra entry, and the content of the entry was completely unexpected by Kazuma.

kalashnikov's apostle

What the hell?

Kazuma hurriedly read the description carefully, and it read: For some reason Kalashnikov felt a sense of intimacy in you, so he gave you his power.

Kazuma recalled the scene where he was shooting at Koreans on the roof of a building.

Until now, Kazuma had only killed one guy when he pulled out Murasame. Although the other people he wanted to kill all died in the end, they were not killed by him.

Shooting with AKM upstairs yesterday was Kazuma's first real killing spree.

Is it because of this?

No, if you can get this entry just by killing more people with AKM, then this entry will probably be a mess in the Middle East and Afghanistan.

Kazuma carefully recalled the scene of shooting at the Koreans, and he remembered that he had indeed gotten better and better at shooting. At first, he couldn't even hit the target and had to rely on sweeping shots. Later, when he hit the target with shorter shots and hit the roll call, the difference was quite big.

It was probably at that time that the entry was obtained, so AKM suddenly became accurate.

But thinking about it conversely, it may be that I have mastered the use of AKM in a short period of time and gained experience and confidence, so the entry appeared - after all, the entry is the concentrated expression of the soul. A person who uses Kalashni on himself Cove is a very confident person, so it seems logical to get such an entry.

Kazuma felt that this explanation was quite reasonable. After all, the life-threatening situation at that time, although it was only a brief exchange of fire, was enough to give people a sense of trust and confidence in the weapons in their hands.

Thinking about it carefully, my parkour entry like Jack Chen suddenly appeared under similar circumstances.

It seems that in this world, confidence is very important.

The masters of machine-aimed snipers in this world probably gained entry because of their confidence gained through long-term combat.

In other words, the ace sniper in this world is probably as unreasonable as cheating.

Kazuma silently noted this, and if he faced an ace sniper in the future, he must be careful.

However, this is Japan, not the Middle East or Afghanistan, so I probably have little chance against the ace sniper.

Kazuma returned his attention to the entry.

This entry of Kalashnikov's apostle seems very surprising, but if you think about it carefully, you are not a Yakuza, but a person living in a legal world. It is impossible to own an AK gun family weapon, at most. In future gunfights, pick up the enemy's AK for use.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that this entry is of no use.

Unless you are like Rambo and go to Afghanistan to help the guerrillas fight the Soviet army.

To be honest, He Ma didn't have a good impression of the Soviet Union or the United States. He felt that it would be better for these two countries to die, and that China becoming the boss would be the best ending.

So even if there was a chance to go to Afghanistan, Kazuma would not go.

For the same reason, Kazuma will not join Gongan, not only because these people are formerly Tekko, but also because these people are actually dogs of the CIA.

If one day one of the six major intelligence agencies in the world came over and asked Kazuma to be a spy, Kazuma would be happy to do so.

But just think about this kind of thing.

After much deliberation, Kazuma determined that he had picked up an entry that was not very useful, so he stopped paying attention to this entry and went to confirm other things.

Street fights have been increased by one level, and there are very few. It seems that gunfights do not add experience points to street fights.

However, actual combat has increased a lot. Kazuma now has level 24 actual combat. It should be because gun combat has increased so much.

It seems that there should be more gun battles in the future——

Then the wound on Kazuma's stomach started to hurt.

Damn it, when I used to use a knife to chop people with horses, I would only get some flesh wounds at most, but not much damage to the muscles or bones.

This shot would kill him.

Fortunately, it's just a pistol and not very powerful.

It would take one shot from an automatic rifle and his intestines might come out.

Kazuma suddenly thought that Tamamo had asked him to take a leave of absence and that he needed an operation for appendicitis. Now that it was cured, the wound on his stomach was gone, and maybe the appendix had just been knocked out.

Is this also in your calculations, Tamamo!

The pain from the wound made Kazuma want to have more gunfights after the break. As a swordsman, he could just use his sword to kill people.

Kazuma confirmed a wave of other levels. The karate level has not increased, and the kendo level - of course, has not increased either.

It seemed that the guy with the black mark on his head who was fighting Kazuma had no kendo level or karate level, so beating him would not increase the experience of these two skills.

Then why the hell is he so good at fighting?

What is that?

Kazuma's heart was filled with questions.

Kazuma's current parkour mobility and ability to jump off buildings just to be lame for a short time are no longer very human. He also knows a humanoid Gundam who can physically jump from a helicopter.

So he wasn't too surprised by the enemy's inhuman fighting prowess.

His doubts were because he didn't know where that man's power came from.

Suzuki Butler's power comes from his level 67 karate, as well as the ability to refresh entries by himself at any time.

Kazuma's own abilities come from the entries.

And that person had a dark patch of hair on his head.

To Kazuma, that guy was like an unknown creature.

This is the first time Kazuma encounters a guy who can't even recognize his golden finger.

This is so weird.

Although Kazuma was still in a meditative state, his attention was no longer on his status bar.

At this time he heard someone coming in and opened his eyes.

Honami also heard the noise, so she got up from Kazuma's bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

The left half of her face was sleeping with her arms as pillows, and the buttons on her cuffs left obvious red marks on her face.

When Kazuma saw Honami like this, he burst into laughter.

Honami's brain obviously hadn't started functioning yet. She stared at Kazuma for a few seconds before realizing what he was laughing at, and patted his chest gently: "Stop laughing! I almost cried to death last night."

Kazuma: "Why are you crying? It's just a shot. You can't die."

Honami hit him again and then turned to look at the guest who had just entered the ward.

It was Aramaki who was leaning on crutches. Honami quickly stood up and went over to help him over and sit down on the stool.

Kazuma: "I'll go, Aramaki-san, you are much more serious than me."

"It's good to have a life." Aramaki sighed, "The Kandagawa Police Station is in ruins. Many people died. Hundreds of police families cried all their tears last night."

As he spoke, Aramaki looked at Kazuma: "I originally wanted to say thank you on their behalf, but I don't seem to have the qualifications. So I can only thank you on my own behalf. You avenged my brothers and sisters."

Kazuma pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered and asked, "Has the body been found?"

"Not yet. It was too late last night and we couldn't find any salvage operators still at work. We will start salvaging along the waterway today."

Kazuma was speechless: "Don't let him run away."

"The theory I heard is that the enemy was shot at least three times and had two stab wounds on his body. It is impossible for him to run away no matter how he thinks about it. Human beings have their limits."

Kazuma frowned, Aramaki's words gave him a feeling of flagging.

Just as he was about to speak, the door to the ward opened again, and Detective Akira Shiratori and Detective Yoshiaki Shimagata walked in one after the other.

"Oh, great hero." Akira Shiratori grinned at Kazuma, "Police Officer Kato praised you personally. The people in the Broadcasting Department are waiting for you to recover enough to accept interviews, and they will let the reporters in."

Kazuma: "Please forgive me. I hate dealing with reporters. It's troublesome and useless. Tell the reporters that if you want to interview me, you will first pay me the announcement fee based on the price of A-line Feiyu's variety show, otherwise there will be no need to discuss it." "

Shiratori Akira and Shimagata Yoshiaki laughed.

The two of them look much more relaxed than Aramaki, so they form a sharp contrast with Aramaki, vividly showing that the joys and sorrows of the world are not connected.

Yoshiaki Shimakata put away his smile and said seriously to Kazuma: "The investigation headquarters for the serial murder case will be cancelled. Except for Aikawa Hoshiko, the deaths of everyone else will be classified as suicide.

"But next, the investigation headquarters for the Kanda River bombing attack will be established. Now Sakuradamon is busy setting up a new investigation headquarters."

Shiratori Akira said: "Yesterday when you were fighting in the street, you cut off the strap of each other's travel bag, and the travel bag fell on the street. We took it back.

"The content inside is enough to launch a medium-sized terrorist attack. There are ten kilograms of C4 explosives alone."

He Ma was speechless.

Ten kilograms of C4, my dear, that would be a huge explosion.

"The new investigation headquarters is led by the Organized Crime and Violent Group Crime Investigation Division," Akira Shiratori said, scratching the back of his head. "That's it, but it is a direct reincarnation from the original serial murder investigation headquarters. It just needs to be Some boring paperwork.”

Kazuma: "It's useless for you to tell me this. I am a wounded person. Do you expect me to join your work even though I am injured?"

Akira Shiratori shrugged: "Of course we don't have such an idea, but we do want to borrow your power. Borrow your wisdom. Who do you think provided these weapons this time?"

"Korean," Kazuma replied immediately, "and they are the same gang as the ones who kidnapped my sister last year."

Kazuma was so sure because he confirmed that before the shootout with the Koreans yesterday afternoon, they had the code number 5971 above their heads.

Shiratori Akira was speechless: "Shin Fist Club, it is indeed possible for them to provide this amount of arms. After all, they have been fighting with the Fuju Gang in the port area from time to time. In order to deal with the Fuju Gang, they will definitely reserve a large amount of arms."

Kazuma: "Then, wouldn't it be over if we just sweep through all the Shinkenkai offices one by one?"

Shiratori Akira sighed: "We have done this a long time ago. But when facing the enemy's firepower, we must dispatch a mobile team, just like yesterday, but there is a very complicated process for dispatching a mobile team.

"Yesterday it was an emergency. The Prime Minister's Office could see the fire from the explosion, so a green channel was opened."

Japan set up this complicated set of procedures to learn lessons from before World War II to prevent violent organizations from running away from control.

The disadvantage is that Japan's violent institutions are slow to do anything.

Kazuma looked at Shiratori Akira, then at Aramaki, and then asked: "You want me to sneak into the Shinken Club to investigate, and once I find that they have problems, I will create an excuse for you to break in, is that right?"

Shiratori shook his head: "If Aramaki didn't ask you to do something similar, we really want to ask you. But now... how can we ask a person with a hole in his stomach to do such a thing. Just take good care of your injuries. .”

Kazuma nodded.

At this time, the door of the ward opened again. Chiyoko was about to enter the door. When she saw the two detectives in the room, she took back her stretched out foot and said, "Maybe I came at the wrong time."

Shiratori Akira: "No, you came at the right time."

Yoshiaki Shimakata: "We have to leave. We still have things to do. Setting up a new search headquarters requires a lot of people to set up chairs and move documents. We have to go back quickly."

It can be heard that Detective Shimakata Yoshiaki is quite dissatisfied with the Japanese police's inability to do anything without setting up a search headquarters.

After the words fell, the two waved goodbye to Kazuma and walked towards the door.

Chiyoko quickly made way.

Aramaki also stood up: "I won't disturb the touching family reunion anymore. Just comfort these girls who are worried about you."

After speaking, Aramaki walked towards the door of the ward. Only then did Kazuma notice an aunt who was about the same age as Aramaki outside the door, looking at Aramaki with loving eyes.

Kazuma and his aunt met their eyes, and the aunt immediately bowed to Kazuma respectfully.

Probably thanks to Kazuma for giving up one of her husband's obsessions.

Although Kazuma always had the feeling that the person was not dead.

At this time, Kazuma suddenly noticed that Aramaki had left a book on the edge of the bed. He was about to call Aramaki away when he suddenly remembered that this guy was a spy. Spies like to use this secret method to convey some unspeakable information.

So Kazuma calmly picked up the book and opened it - and sure enough, there was a small piece of paper with writing inside.

The note read: What you dealt with yesterday may have been a KGB super soldier.

He Ma was speechless.

The KGB has the Winter Soldier, so should the CIA have Captain America?

Kazuma was thinking about what to do with the note when he suddenly realized that the words seemed to be written with a water-based pen, so he threw the note into his mouth.

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma in surprise: "Brother, what are you doing? You were shot in the stomach, so you started eating paper?"

Kazuma said to Chiyoko seriously: "Yes, I suddenly discovered that I am actually a monster, a monster that eats stories. Books with stories are as delicious to me as cream cakes."

Chiyoko: "It sounds like a monster turned into a goat."

Honami glanced at the book in Kazuma's hand, and obviously guessed the origin of the book at once - after all, she had already stayed with Kazuma for a day, and she must have known that there was no such book in the ward just now.

Honami smiled at Kazuma, and then changed the topic directly: "Chiyoko, are you coming alone?"

"No, Amao drove me here. He said he wanted to use his own money to buy some fruit, so he dropped me off and left." Chiyoko said.

Kazuma: "Really, what kind of fruit are you buying? It's a waste of money. It's time for Amao to save his own money. College tuition is valuable."

"I told him the same thing, but he said he must buy this, even if it's a little less." Chiyoko shrugged, then directly lifted Kazuma's quilt, "Let me see where you were shot."

Kazuma confirmed that he had indeed put on his hospital pants and ignored Chiyoko.

He didn't expect Chiyoko to reach out and poke the gauze on the wound.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Hema was in so much pain that he wanted to sing a kelp-washing song on the spot.

"I just want to make you hurt!" Chiyoko shouted loudly, "I want you to at least hesitate for a moment when you run into danger again! I saw the breaking news on TV last night that there was an explosion, and I knew you wouldn't be able to come back tonight. !”

Kazuma planned to comfort his sister, but Chiyoko didn't give him a chance to speak and continued to shout: "Why do you have to take care of everything! I don't want you to be a hero! I just want you to be well at home..."

Chiyoko burst into tears as she spoke.

Honami hugged her and lent her her chest.

So Chiyoko cried harder.

Kazuma: "I'm sorry. But I can't do it. Innocent people are being harmed and guilty people are getting away with it. I can't ignore all of this."

Chiyoko didn't speak anymore, just cried heartily in Honami's arms.

At this time, the door opened again, and Mikako rushed in: "Kazuma! Huh? Xiaoqian is crying? Isn't it? Kazuma is gone?"

Kazuma picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and threw it at the door.

Mikako caught the alarm clock: "What are you doing, Kazuma! This alarm clock is very beautiful, it would be bad if it broke. Yesterday I saw the news of the explosion on TV, and I told my mother, 'Kazuma is definitely on the way. On the way to the scene, I didn't expect you to actually go."

As he spoke, Mikako gave Kazuma a thumbs up: "Kamen Rider, YES!"

Kazuma looked at Mikako's carefree expression and said, "Aren't you worried about me dying?"

"Hahahaha, it's impossible. Kamen Rider will not die easily even if he is responsible for the poor second rider." Mikako ran over and slapped Kazuma on the belly, "You must be taking the opportunity to be lazy now. That’s all, in fact, you can be active and active a long time ago... huh? Oh, you look so fake with that pained expression!"

Kazuma: "I'm going to shark you!"

Kitagawa Shaori was stunned when he just walked in.

She looked at Kazuma in confusion: "What's wrong with me? I just came in and didn't do anything."

Kazuma: "It's not you, it's none of your business. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen your words."

"I don't have such a catchphrase!"

Mikako: "What? Your expression returned as soon as Kitagawa came in. You were just faking it."

She said and patted Kazuma's belly again.

Kazuma: "I'm going to shark you!"

Mikako: "Isn't it? Are you...really hurt?"

"I was shot in the abdomen," Kazuma said, baring his teeth.

Mikako: "Huh? Didn't you deflect the bullet?"

"I didn't have a knife at the time!"

Mikako: "I'm... I'm sorry, why don't you come and hit me when you're better."

Kazuma was about to wave his hand and let it go, but suddenly he noticed Kitagawa Saori's expression and immediately warned her: "Don't come! Don't come! Don't pat my belly!"

Kitagawa Saori raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, but still did not take the photo.

"You are a wounded person, and wounded people enjoy preferential treatment." Kitagawa Sasuri said.

Kazuma asked back: "Aren't you also a wounded person? You were thrown as a flying prop yesterday."

"I didn't! I was just carried because I was light."

Kazuma thought of the last one, Rei Komoriyama, who was thrown as a flying prop, and sighed: "Fortunately, you are light in weight. If you had the same figure as Komoriyama, I'm afraid I would have been hit and broken like Konma-kun." .”

"What do you mean!" Kitagawa Shaxuli was furious, "I'm still young, I still have a chance!"

Before she finished speaking, Mikako put her hand on Kitagawa Saori's hospital gown, and then sighed: "Pfft, ribs."

"I'm going to shark you!"

Just at this time, Jinguji Tamamo opened the door and came in. He saw Kitagawa Saori playing with Mikako and frowned slightly: "This is the ward, please be quiet."

Mikako immediately stopped playing and became behaving better.

Kitagawa Saori glanced at Miyadera Tamamo. Although she didn't understand why she was so intimidating to Mikako, she didn't continue to make a fuss because Tamamo made sense.

Kazuma looked at Tamamo, planning to ask her about watching KGB's super soldiers later.

Maybe she heard some rumors while serving tea and water to some important people's gatherings.

Tamamo came to Kazuma's bedside, took out an amulet, and hung it on the hook beside Kazuma's bed - it was a hook used to hang the patient's medical record card, so that in case of an accident, the doctor on duty could record the card according to the Data rescue.

Seeing that everyone was looking at the amulet, Tamamo said, "I went to ask for this this morning. It is said that it can help the patient recover as soon as possible, and it is quite effective. But to be effective, it is said that you have to climb the stairs in front of the shrine a hundred times. I’ve been climbing since three o’clock in the morning.”

Kazuma: "Well...thank you for your hard work."

Kazuma always felt that this amulet was actually Tamamo's healing spell. After all, her appearance gave people the impression that she had plenty of milk.

Tamamo smiled and said to Kazuma, "Even if it heals quickly, it's probably just because of the placebo effect."

Mikako lightly patted Tamamo's shoulder with her knife: "Don't give someone an amulet and then immediately explain it with scientific knowledge! Even if it has an effect, it will be gone after you explain it, right?"

Tamamo smiled and said: "I am the former head of the Supernatural Department. I am committed to using science to explain all supernatural and supernatural phenomena."

"But you are not now! Hey, you are not anymore? There is no paranormal society at the University of Tokyo?"

"Yes, but I joined the New Monster Research Society."

"Isn't this about the same!" Mikako complained with full force, like a true Kansai native.

Kitagawa Saori looked at the two of them and couldn't help but ask: "Are you talking about Mancai?"

"No way!" Mikako turned to Kitagawa Saori, "Just give me a little more!"

Japanese comics usually end with "Just give me a little more", similar to "Fuck you" in cross talk.

"Isn't this the end of Mancai?" Kitagawa Saori was stunned, "You really mean Mancai. If you are committed to becoming a comedian, why should you go to the English Department of Sophia University?"

Kazuma: "She wants to be the comedian who speaks the best English in Japan."

"That's it." Kitagawa Shaxuri nodded.

"That's not what it is! You're complaining about him!"

Saori Kitagawa: "Fujii-senpai is so interesting."

"Ah, really? No!"

Just as Kazuma was about to speak and bully Mikako with Saori Kitagawa, someone knocked on the door.

He didn't open the door directly and came in. He seemed to be someone who had an average relationship with Kazuma.

Kazuma: "The door is unlocked, come in."

So the door opened, and Susumu Fujita entered with a girl whom Kazuma didn't know. The girl was holding a bouquet, and Susumu Fujita was carrying fruits.

When Tamamo saw these two people, he immediately said: "These are two representatives elected by the classmates of the school. They are here to visit Kazuma."

Fujita Susumu looked at the girls in this room and froze on the spot.

Kazuma: "Ah, these are all my friends and apprentices."

Just as Fujita Susumu was about to speak, someone shouted from behind: "Excuse me, please lend me some light!"

Susumu Fujita stood aside and made way for the passage.

Hinami Rina came in wearing her school uniform and holding flowers.

"Master~" She ran to Kazuma's bed, first put the flowers in the vase, and then lay directly on Kazuma, "I'm worried to death..."

"Wait a minute! Don't lie down!" Kazuma shouted.

However, Hinami Ricai has already come forward.

Kazuma gasped, his teeth chattering in pain.

Honami and Chiyoko worked together to pull Hinami Rina up: "You are crazy, his wound is on his stomach!"

"Huh? That's great... No, that's too bad. I'll just lie on my chest!"

Chiyoko had a murderous look on her face.

Hinami Rina was speechless, then stood up obediently, changed her expression to match her position as student council president, and said, "Thank you for your hard work in protecting Tokyo."

Susumu Fujita, who was standing next to him, was filled with hatred. When he heard these words, he asked doubtfully: "Defend Tokyo? No, no, no, aren't you having surgery for appendicitis?"

Kazuma: "Yes, I am undergoing surgery for appendicitis."

After all, Fujita Susumu was admitted to Tokyo University. He was not stupid. He glanced at the girls in the room again, and then suddenly realized: "Is it the explosion last night? There are many people in our school who live on the Kanda River side. I heard the explosion. It is said that there was a gun battle. You..."

Kazuma thought to himself, as Shiratori Akira just said, the Metropolitan Police Department's public relations department will wait until he recovers and then let reporters interview him. There is no point in hiding.

So he nodded: "Yes, I was shot while chasing the suspect."

Susumu Fujita suddenly showed a relieved expression: "So that's it. Girls, you all have good taste."

Chiyoko: "I'm his sister."

"Uh... are there others too?"

As soon as Fujita finished asking, Amao came in carrying fruit.

He glanced at Susumu Fujita and the unknown girl in confusion, and then walked directly to Kazuma's bedside: "Master, I originally wanted to buy some watermelons, but watermelons are too expensive this season and I didn't bring enough money. "

Kazuma hurriedly said: "No, no, these are enough. Look, you bought so much. You will take it back to eat with Chiyoko later. I will probably have someone here to give it to you later."

Amao didn't answer, but looked at Kazuma with a guilty look on his face: "My disciple is not good at studying, and I am not able to fight with the master and share the pressure of the master. I feel deeply guilty..."

"No, no, yesterday was mainly a gun battle. Unless you are as good as Suzuki Butler, there is no point in coming."

As soon as He Ma finished speaking, he heard another knock on the door.

Before he could answer, the person who knocked on the door opened the door and came in.

Mr. Bai Feng walked in swaggeringly wearing a white suit and fashionable toad glasses.

"Oh, it's just like the rumors, there are so many beauties." Bai Feng said, and then he snapped his fingers, and two younger brothers immediately brought a flower basket and a fruit basket.

Kazuma didn't look at Hakumine Sougo, but squinted at Hakumine Uane.

The Go Far Distance entry above Bai Feng Yuyin's head was fluctuating violently, as if he had been thrown into the rolling water.

"Yuyin," Mr. Bai Feng also turned to look at his granddaughter, "Compared with the ladies here, you are completely uncompetitive. Men are hopeless creatures, they just like this kind of style."

As he spoke, Sougo Shiromine drew a circle with his finger towards Kazuma's apprentices.

Kazuma's apprentices are all big girls with explosive bodies.

Bai Feng Yuyin bit her lip and was about to speak when there was another knock on the door.

Everyone looked at the door together.

A little girl who looked like a primary school student was standing at the door holding a flower basket.

"Look down, over here," she said.

Kazuma: "I haven't said I can't see you yet!"

"Can't I shut you up in advance?"

Bai Feng Yuyin pointed at the little girl Ganzhong Miyu and said: "Look, they are not all that style!"

Bai Fengzougo laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, let's just treat it like this. Anyway, I said, just dream until you become an adult. It's up to you."

Kazuma frowned. The current Shirakine Sougo was acting like an old man who loved his granddaughter - if it weren't for the glowing Iron Rat entry above his head, Kazuma would have believed him.

But now, the changes in the entry let Kazuma know what this guy was planning.

"Then, I won't disturb the young people. The old man will leave obediently." As he said this, Sougo Shiromine turned and walked towards the door.

Kazuma suddenly asked his back: "This is a police-affiliated hospital, how did you get in?"

"Even the police can't stop an old man who loves his granddaughter from coming to visit his granddaughter in the hospital, right?" Sougo Shiromine asked, turning back to Kazuma with a smile that he thought meant something.

Then he left the ward with his followers.

Amao immediately asked: "Master, do you need me to throw away this person's gift?"

"No!" Chiyoko stopped Amao, "It's not wrong to give gifts. Only those given by bad guys should be eaten generously! Last year, Nishikiyama Heita and his gang hung dead chickens on our doorstep, so I took them back and roasted them. But It was delicious. We hadn’t eaten meat other than fish for a long time at that time.”

Fish is cheap, and the fish buyer in the shopping street sends Chiyoko all day long to sell the remaining fish that day. It became the main source of protein for the Kiryu family when they were most poor last year.

Rina Hinami looked at the basket of fruits worriedly: "Could it be poisoned?"

Susumu Fujita at the door was shocked: "Poison? What is the old man's background?"

No one paid any attention to him.

Saori Kitagawa picked up an apple from the fruit basket and bit into it: "It's okay. My grandpa is a bad guy, but he won't use such low-level bad tricks."

Kazuma thought to himself that when I was taking the exam in March this year, the trick your grandfather used to interfere with my review was not that high-grade.

But he didn't say it out loud.

**

After returning to his limousine, Mr. Shiromine said to the people waiting for him in the car: "It's been a long time. Next, let's talk about cooperation."

"That's exactly what I'm here for." Shibauda opened his briefcase and took out a stack of documents. "This is the result of our first experiment. Our experts believe that if it is Miss Yuyin's singing voice, The effect should be better.”

Shiramo Sougo did not go to get the documents, but sighed: "Times have really changed. I used to think that holding a gun was the ultimate form of martial arts, but I didn't expect that singing would one day become a weapon."

Shibabu Tianjiu: "But...Miss Yuyin is very resistant to the new faith we created. If she can't convert willingly, she will just be a lark with a beautiful singing voice."

"You don't have to worry about this." Bai Fengzongwu sneered, "You can lend me the things left over from the first phase of your experiment, no... rent them to me, and I will certainly be able to find a solution."

"If it will be lost during use, it is more reasonable to buy it." Shibauda Hisashi said.

"Then buy it. What we are planning is a big business worth tens of billions of yen, and we don't care about this small amount of money."

"The president is wise." Shiba Ikuta flattered him with a smile.