I teach kendo in Tokyo

Agent Smith was in the communications van, reporting to "the gentlemen of Langley."

After giving a brief and concise report on the current situation, he added in a routine manner: "A detailed written report will be submitted later."

After the words fell, there was silence on the other end of the radio wave, and there was only rustling static noise in Smith's headphones.

Smith waited for a while and finally couldn't help but ask. The response came: "Agent Smith, ignore Kiryu Kazuma."

"What? Why? He obviously knows a lot of inside information. If you ignore him, maybe the inside information will be revealed..."

"Don't worry, even if he writes to all Japanese news agencies to disclose the news as soon as he returns home, it won't cause any waves." The voice on the other side of the radio said in a tone that left no room for doubt, "To put it bluntly, we don't care."

Smith was silent for a few seconds, but was still unwilling to give in: "I think curbing Japan's *involution is our primary goal."

"That's true, but it's just something to the extent that we don't care."

"If Kiryu and Ma reveal these things to the joint police..."

"Agent Smith, I say it for the last time, we don't care."

Smith bit his lip: "Okay, I understand. From now on, I will no longer pay attention to Kiryu Kazuma, and I will no longer monitor him."

In fact, he said this with some personal emotions and the intention of demonstrating, but the other side responded: "That's good. Your manpower has more important tasks. An SR71 Blackbird has entered the take-off preparation process, and several It will drop the VIP over you in an hour, and you have to make sure that the VIP can successfully complete his mission."

Smith frowned: "Blackbird? The technology of using that thing to airdrop people has been completed?"

"It's not done yet, but we don't care."

Smith frowned even more tightly: "You don't care and you don't care. This is wrong. Who are you? Langley's gentlemen are usually very verbose. I want Donald, the senior task manager, to speak!"

"Approved, after we end the call, we will transfer it to Donald." The voice on the other side of the radio wave still sounded calm, as if the owner of the voice had no emotions at all, "As for who we are, you don't need to know. You just Need to know that the entire CIA is working for us."

"Are you the President of the United States? Are you the President's National Security Council? I ask you to confirm your identity and apply for identity verification process E1."

"Approve, start authentication process."

Then the other side switched to an electronic synthesized voice and announced a long series of numbers.

Smith took out the electronic authenticator he carried with him. In terms of complexity, this thing was probably equivalent to the little genius phone watch that was just beginning to become popular among parents in his lifetime, but in 1981 this was a truly sophisticated electronic device.

Smith entered the numbers he heard into it, and the results came out soon. Whoever he was communicating with now could definitely command his "online".

"The verification is over. I...damn it, why do you have to make it so confusing and full of mysticism? Are you really the secret society that the conspiracy theorists say?"

"All you need to know is that our logo is on the dollar bill. Do you have any questions, Agent Smith?"

Smith sighed: "No more."

"Then, as you requested, the call will be transferred to Senior Mission Director Donald."

"No, no need. Donald will definitely talk a lot. I have to arrange to pick up the VIP. Let me explain first that there is no flat and hard ground for landing within ten kilometers around here. There are some places in the mountains. It’s flat land, but it’s all rice fields, and it’s terrifyingly soft.”

"Don't worry, carry out your mission. Langley is over."

After speaking, the communication was immediately cut off.

Smith was speechless, then took out a green one hundred dollar bill from his pocket, looked at Franklin's face on it and said to himself: "The logo is printed on the U.S. dollar bill? Could it be the Federal Savings Commission?"

He shook his head and was about to stuff the dollar bills back into his pocket when suddenly his eyes glanced at a triangular mark.

He stopped, looked at the banknote carefully again, and found the symbol he had just accidentally scanned.

The symbol was there, but Smith had never noticed it before.

The all-seeing eye, symbol of Freemasonry.

The Freemasons themselves are actually not as mysterious as the conspiracy theories say. It is an organization that exists publicly. When American politicians raise campaign funds, they often go to dinner parties held by the Freemasons to speak and raise donations.

Most of the time Freemasonry doesn't look much different than a charity or a political lobby.

In those countries in old Europe, Freemasons would hold cocktail parties in high-end private clubs from time to time, where they would discuss some issues that everyone cared about, but that was all.

At least that's all Smith knew in the past.

But at this moment, looking at the all-seeing eye that naturally exists on the US dollar bill but has been ignored by him, and thinking back to the communication just now, Smith shuddered - it was obviously a midsummer night.

Smith put away the dollar bills and took a deep breath.

——I still have to pick up the VIP.

Damn, parachuting from an SR71 Blackbird that flies in the stratosphere at three times the speed of sound, it’s a shame the technical lunatics from Skunk Works can do it.

Don't let VIP fall to pieces when the time comes, and you have to spend time recovering him from the field by the spoonful.

Smith muttered, opening the door of the communication vehicle.

According to regulations, when Smith is reporting to the superior, no one can stand within five meters of the communication vehicle.

Smith's partner and deputy Li was smoking a cigarette out of boredom five meters away.

"Hey, let's go, we have work to do. Washington sent us a special express." Smith waved to Lee and greeted him.

"Sent from Washington? Do you know how many hours it takes to fly from Washington to here? Even from the West Coast, it's enough time for us to have a drink and have a good sleep."

"The guests are coming in SR71, airborne." Smith said concisely.

Lee whistled: "Make America Great."

This was Reagan's campaign slogan. Later, a young man with flowing blond hair who knew everything learned it and changed it and continued to use it.

"Let's go," Smith said.

He originally wanted to talk about the mysterious new boss, but after hesitating for a while, he thought it was better not to talk about it. There are already enough conspiracy theorists in the world, and they should not increase their number.

**

Early the next morning, Kazuma opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to check his shorts.

Fortunately, there is no need to replace it.

He sat up, slapped his face, and braced himself.

——I’m going to ask Akanishi-san today if there has been any camera theft.

He stood up and quickly rolled up the quilt and pushed it aside.

The hotel people will come to clean later and put away the bedding. This is the case these days.

Kazuma briefly washed himself in the bathroom and then opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of voice practicing in the next room.

It is Kobayashi Kazumasa who is working with Kazuma this time - that is, Oda Kazumasa's different time and space counterpart.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and went directly to Xiaolin's door and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Hearing the response from inside, Hema opened the door and entered the room. He saw Xiaolin Hezheng sitting on the window sill holding his guitar, looking at the scenery outside the window and humming.

"It's actually you." Kazumasa Kobayashi saw it was Kazuma and stood up quickly, "I thought it was Mr. Oazhang or Mr. Oiwakawa. I'll make you tea right now..."

What is Kazuma thinking, you won’t make tea when Oazhang or Oiwakawa comes, right?

Xiao Lin and Zheng entered the tea room, but immediately came out with an apologetic look and asked: "There is only instant coffee, is this okay?"

Kazuma: "As long as it's not black tea."

"Okay, no black tea." Xiao Lin and Zheng retracted into the tea room, "I don't like black tea. Do you think it's too dry?"

"No, it's just that drinking black tea makes me want to sleep."

"What a strange physique."

While he was talking, Kobayashi Kazuma came out with two cups of instant coffee, handed one cup to Kazuma, held one cup himself and sat back on the window sill.

"It's really annoying, Mr. Kiryu. We came here to collect information, but we encountered a new type of bacteria. I don't know how long we will be quarantined."

Kazuma said smoothly: "Usually fourteen days."

"Is that so? As expected of a student from Dongda University, he knows a lot."

No, this is the experience brought by the previous life.

Xiao Lin and Zheng put the coffee they had taken a few sips on the window sill, then picked up the guitar and started playing.

This time he played the chords that arranger Da Zhang had just written for "Sudden Love Story".

I have to say that although Kazuma doesn't know who this teacher Da Zhang corresponds to in his previous life, he is pretty good at it.

Xiao Lin and Zheng began to sing.

Kazuma never thought that one day he would be able to listen to Kazumasa Kobayashi's concert at such a close distance, one-on-one.

Just a song, Kazuma applauded softly.

Kobayashi Kazumasa showed a modest smile: "I can't sing well enough to show off my humiliation. I changed the chords of Teacher Da Zhang a little bit..."

"Well done!" Kazuma gave a thumbs up, "Just sing the way you want, that's what I said."

After all, this is the real person who created "Sudden Love" - ​​the alien from different time and space. Of course, Kazuma had no brains to support the changes he made.

Xiaolin Kazumasa: "This...don't you discuss it with Teacher Da Zhang first?"

"This is a song I wrote, I have the final say." After He Ma said it, he realized that it was a bit shameless to say this in front of the real original author?

Kobayashi Kazumasa: "I'm so grateful to Kiryu-sensei for his love. As a singer who has just debuted a few years ago, I am really scared to be appreciated by Kiryu-sensei who is at the peak of my debut..."

"Don't say that. As soon as I listened to your song, I felt that this sudden love belongs to you."

Next, Kazuma said a few more polite words to Xiaolin, finished his coffee, and prepared to stand up and leave.

Kobayashi Kazumasa suddenly asked: "Do you have any idea about the song on side B?"

Kazuma: "Ah, I have an idea."

In fact, he already had an idea - or in other words, he had already decided which song he wanted to copy.

We already have the song "Sudden Love" as the title song. This song has the potential to become a national hit, both in terms of the quality of the song and the style of the song.

So Kazuma planned to put a piece of music on the B side that is more ahead of the times.

For example, get a song from after 2000 or even after 2010.

Something like "Ride on the Back of the Silver Dragon" or something like "LEMON" are all within the scope of Kazuma's consideration.

Although he had already thought about what he wanted to copy, Kazuma had always told Oiwakawa Houichi that he had no inspiration.

This is actually just an act. He wants to act more like a creator.

Apparently Kobayashi and Masaru believed Kazuma's lies.

Now that Kazuma is talking about something promising, Kobayashi Kazumasa looks very happy: "That's great. It seems that the old Chinese saying that after a disaster must be followed by good fortune, it makes sense."

Kazuma also smiled and echoed: "That's it, but if you write a new song, you have to suffer a big disaster. I thank you for that."

"That's true. If that's the case, Kiryu-sensei, you might be able to do it all."

"Then I should become a Buddha." Kazuma waved his hand, "I still want to stay in this mortal world for a while longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kazuma heard someone shouting in the corridor: "Kazuma! Where are you?"

Just by hearing this loud voice, you knew it was Mikako.

"I'm leaving first." Kazuma stood up, "Thank you for the coffee."

"Looking forward to the new song." Kobayashi Kazuma also stood up and walked Kazuma to the door.

As soon as Kazuma opened the door, he saw Mikako running down the corridor.

"Ah, Kazuma, you are here! You scared me, I thought you were missing." Mikako stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go for morning exercises. Let's see if cholera has weakened your fists and feet! "

"Nonsense, you definitely want to take this opportunity to regain some ground."

"Hey, it's a fine tradition of us Japanese to see things through without telling them. Let's go, let's go."

Mikako said, grabbing Kazuma's hand and dragging him towards the stairs.

Kazuma turned around and waved to Kobayashi Kazumasa.

Xiao Lin nodded and closed the door.

Going down to the second floor, Kazuma met Kaede Akanishi at the corner of the stairs.

Kazuma grabbed Mikako in front of her hard and asked her to stop. Then he said to Kaede Akanishi: "Miss Akanishi, is it convenient now?"

"Uh," Akanishi Kaede glanced at Mikako and found that the latter was completely indifferent, and then nodded, "I have nothing to do. Why, the investigation revealed something? But the god master is already dead..."

Kaede Akanishi always believed that it was Masao Ota who killed Watanabe and Oda.

Now that she looks like this, she has no intention of holding the dead person accountable.

Kazuma shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that. I want to ask a question, did you have any camera loss incidents last year?"

Then something unexpected happened.

After Akanishi Kaede heard the words "camera lost", a haze immediately appeared on his face.

"I don't want to talk about this unless you tell me what it has to do with Watanabe's death!"

He Ma was speechless.

He couldn't tell Akanishi Kaede that "there might be a half-demon that Watanabe saw and took a picture of."

"If you don't tell me how the camera thing is related to Watanabe's death, then please show me your police manual. As a law-abiding citizen, I have an obligation to assist the criminal police in investigating the case, but..."

"You entrusted me with investigating the truth of the incident." Kazuma countered, "You concealed information from me, so how can I investigate the truth?"

Akanishi Kaede glared at Kazuma: "But this is not something difficult to investigate. Please check it out yourself about the camera. I don't want to recall this matter anymore, not at all."

After saying that, Akanishi Kaede passed Kazuma angrily and went upstairs.

Mikako looked at Akanishi Kaede who was leaving in a huff, and muttered: "What is she dragging? She is not as good-looking as me, and her breasts are not as big as mine, so the school she got into is a little better than me. If it is better than English , I’m better than her.”

Kazuma ignored Mikako's muttering. He looked at Akanishi Kaede's back and frowned - what's going on? Is there any hidden secret?

"What about that, Mikako?" Kazuma interrupted Mikako's thoughts, "Kanayama-kun, his stomach doesn't have diarrhea now, does it?"

"Good morning, Kazuma. I had diarrhea after eating super spicy ice cream. It was already seven days ago. Have you paid any attention to Hanashan-kun's affairs in the past seven days?"

Kazuma scratched his head.

Mikako continued to complain: "I am your apprentice after all. I paid the tuition."

"Okay, it's my fault. Anyway, he's fine, right? Come on, let's go find him."

"Hey, where's the morning exercise?"

"Don't worry, I will practice with you until you beg for mercy. But I have to go find Mr. Huashan first."

As Kazuma said this, he dragged Mikako back to the third floor and went straight to Hanazang-kun's room along the corridor.

**

Hua Shanzhao looked surprised as soon as he opened the door: "Eh? What's going on? Master, it's unusual for you to come to me so early."

Mikako grabbed the opportunity and said, "He wants to ask you about the Fantasy Creatures Research Society of Meiji University."

"Fantasy Creature Research Society, come in, Master." Huashanjun made way and said respectfully.

Kazuma stepped through the door and sniffed first.

Hanayama: "Don't worry, Master Kiryu, my stomach has been feeling better for several days. And I usually pay great attention to personal hygiene. There is absolutely no smell in the room."

Kazuma was a little embarrassed instead: "Uh, okay. Mainly because I was a little impressed when I heard your movements outside the toilet in the first two days. Let's talk about the Fantasy Creature Research Association. Are they famous?"

Hanayama took out a cushion and asked Kazuma to sit down, and replied: "They are not famous in the first place. After all, they are just a strange research society. There are many strange research societies like Meiji University, those who study supernatural beings and ruins - —By the way, it looks like Ruinyan is going to an island full of ruins this summer vacation."

Kazuma: "Yeah..."

In fact, he probably guessed what island it was. In his previous life, there was a Japanese island that became popular on social media for a while due to its ruins. It was written about by the self-media every now and then.

Hanayama continued: "That's it. But last year, the Fantasy Creature Research Society became the focus of students at Meiji University because two of them died in one summer vacation, and one was in a vegetative state."

Um? Two dead? Did they all die during the summer vacation?

Kazuma: "Are you sure two people died?"

"yes."

"One is Watanabe-kun, and who is the other one?" Kazuma asked immediately.

Hanayama: "The second deceased person's surname seems to be Ozawa... yes, that's Ozawa. Watanabe-kun died in the club activity dormitory. You should know this master. As for Ozawa, it was this little one who really caused the uproar. Ze.

"Watanabe-kun's camera disappeared while we were staying together. At that time, the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association suspected that Ozawa had stolen it because Ozawa's family was not in a good situation and it was difficult to support him in college. He usually had to play a lot. Take a job to make ends meet.”

Kazuma frowned, because working multiple jobs always reminded him of Amao.

He pressed: "What then?"

"Then Watanabe died, and there were rumors that Ozawa had a grudge and killed Watanabe. The bullying started before school started.

"It is said that the apartment Ozawa rented and his hometown in the countryside received many anonymous letters, the kind of anonymous letters collaged with words cut out from newspapers, saying that he was the murderer."

Kazuma: "Is this bullying again?"

Kazuma's sister Chiyoko was bullied in school. Chiyoko herself said that she relied on kendo to survive, so the dojo is particularly important to her.

Huashan changed his usual careless dog-licking behavior and said with a solemn expression: "Yes, it's bullying again. I didn't expect that bullying would happen when I went to college. I don't know if it will happen when I become a social person. When something like this happens.”

I'm afraid - it will happen again.

However, under the social system of Japan, there are probably not many people who would bully a rich second generation like Hanayama after he becomes a member of society.

Huashan sighed: "Anyway, the bullying started. I don't know who did it. Maybe it was a lynching by the entire Fantasy Creature Research Society like the Murder on the Orient Express. Then I heard that before the start of school, One day, Ozawa-kun jumped from the roof of the apartment building where Watanabe-kun rented.”

Kazuma: "Watanabe-kun's apartment?"

"Yes, it's an old Tuandi building."

The name Danchi Building is somewhat similar to "Khrushchev Building" and refers to a series of real estate projects developed by the "Japan Housing Corporation", referred to as Danchi Building.

The design of the Tuandi Building does refer to the Khrushchev Building in the Soviet Union, and it also combines the Japanese longhouse culture - there were a large number of longhouses in Japan before the war, which are public residences similar to large houses, mainly for people. People at the bottom live.

Tuandi Building mainly accommodates a large number of middle-class families brought about by post-war development.

Japan before the war did not have such a large middle class, so the move from the longhouse to the danjilou can be regarded as reflecting the progress of Japanese society.

Hanayama paused, as if recalling the details: "It seems... Watanabe-kun is not too rich, but his parents are both locals in Tokyo, and they are ordinary members of large companies. He can support Watanabe Meiji with his salary." University, that's it.

"So Watanabe did not rent a rental apartment near Kanda River like me, but rented a suite in Danchi Building - of course I rented an apartment in Kanda River to experience life...

"I heard that the stolen camera was quite expensive. Watanabe-kun worked the whole summer during the summer of his last year of high school to buy it."

Kazuma: "Really or not?"

"It should be true, but I also heard that after Watanabe lost the camera, it was Watanabe who stopped everyone to question Ozawa, and even said, 'It's not Ozawa.' However, this goodwill ended up with Xiaozai after Watanabe's death. Ze's situation is even more severe.

"After all, the bully identified Ozawa as the murderer, and 'repaying kindness with evil is unforgivable.' That's probably it."

Huashan stopped and sighed.

Kazuma tapped his fingers on the tatami: "There's another Ozawa-kun. I checked before and no one told me that there was such a person. The god probably doesn't know Ozawa, and everyone at Meiji University's Fantastic Creature Research Association is unwilling Mention...and then there’s you, you’re having diarrhea!”

Huashan was stunned: "Eh? So, is it my fault?"

Kazuma: "Okay, no wonder. Remember to be careful when eating in the future and don't eat everything."

"But, it's natural to want to try spicy ice cream when you see it, right?" Huashan argued, "Don't you want to try it?"

Mikako: "I really want to give it a try, but when I think of how miserable you are, I forget it."

Kazuma: "You're not even as measured as Mikako!"

Mikako shouted: "What do you mean!"

Huashan nodded seriously: "Master's education is right."

"Hey! What do you two mean?"

Kazuma: "Don't worry, by the way, Mikako, don't you still want to do morning exercises with me? Let's go..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kazuma heard the sound of an engine in the air.

It's the sound of a helicopter engine.

He quickly walked to the window and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine, just in time to see a Chinook twin-rotor helicopter with the logo of the US Marine Corps flying through the sky.

What the hell? What are Americans doing?