I teach kendo in Tokyo

It was three days later that Nishikiyama Heita practiced Kazuma again.

Nishikiyama Heita directly called the Publicity Department of the Metropolitan Police Department and made an appointment with Kazuma to eat at a ramen restaurant near the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kazuma rushed to the ramen restaurant immediately and found Heita Nishikiyama already waiting inside.

This is a "fly restaurant" with only five tables in total. Counting the bar, there are more than ten places in total.

For some reason, there were a lot of Giants merchandise on display in the restaurant, and an old-looking baseball was covered with an acrylic cover.

Kazuma sat down in front of Nishikiyama Heita while observing the furnishings in the restaurant, and asked casually: "Is the owner of this store a Giants fan?"

Heita Nishikiyama smiled and said: "This is Bunkyo District. It's harder to find non-Giants fans here."

The home stadium of the Giants is in Bunkyo District, and Japanese baseball culture is popular, so many locals are Giants fans.

But Kazuma doesn't care much about this. He personally thinks that baseball games are boring most of the time, but basketball looks exciting.

However, as a Japanese after traveling through time, if you don't know about baseball, you will naturally have one less topic to talk about with the men of your generation, so Kazuma learned some baseball news while reading the newspaper.

But that's all.

Just at this time, the proprietress of the store came over to order, and Kazuma noticed at a glance that the towel the proprietress was wearing was also Giants merchandise.

Nishikiyama Heita suggested: "The soy sauce ramen here tastes very good."

Kazuma nodded: "Then I'll order that. And a garlic ramen without meat."

"Isn't garlic ramen just soup ramen without meat? What you are eating is too bland."

Kazuma responded: "Only the clear soup ramen can show the quality of the broth in this restaurant."

In fact, Kazuma just wanted to drink soup. The noodle soup of clear soup ramen was closest in taste to the Cantonese soup stock he remembered.

I don’t know when I can eat real Cantonese soup stock.

After the hostess left, Nishikiyama Heita went straight to the point: "The Muto you want me to check is strong and has more to do with the Yakuza than you think. To this day, he still goes to Tachikawa for himself every year around the Bon Festival. The group’s ‘dad’ visits the grave.”

"Dad?" Kazuma repeated the word. This word, pronounced "Eurasiaji", can also refer to the "benefactor" who introduced him to the world in the extreme world. It does not necessarily mean "father".

"You don't know? Wakazu of the Tachikawa group committed suicide after the 300 million yen robbery. He was the leader who introduced Takeshi Kidou into the organization. When I asked about this matter, I heard some interesting things The theory is that the Kimura Police Department of the police found key evidence at that time, and then Wakatou-san committed suicide in order to cut off Kimura’s investigation.”

Kazuma frowned: "Is there such a statement? Takenaka, the current head of the 300 million yen search department, was Kimura's partner at the police department. But I didn't hear him say this."

"It's been so long, and the rumors have evolved into several versions. However, Takeken Muto has been visiting graves over the years, and the Yakuza think highly of him."

He Ma laughed and said, "It's really funny to hear the Jida talk about loyalty."

After all, Kazuma Kiryu's kind of extreme power basically does not exist in reality.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kazuma heard the sound of a bowl being placed heavily on the table from the counter.

He glanced at the counter and saw only the figure of the "general" who was busy behind the counter, turning his back to this side. The two bowls of ramen that had just been placed on the table were steaming hot.

Kazuma asked Nishikiyama Heita: "Isn't this ramen shop run by someone related to the Yakuza?"

"It's Zengido." Nishikiyama Heita said lightly, "The general has quit the group, so he is just a commoner now. But when we need to talk about something that would be unpleasant if others heard about it, we will come here. Police It’s not easy to have a store like this near the theater.”

Kazuma raised his eyebrows: "Do you still meet Detective Shiratori here often?"

"No, we will go to the bar when we meet Shiratiao. When we have time, I will introduce you to Mama-san in the bar."

Kazuma immediately understood that this bar was probably not a serious bar. The custom industry in Japan is legal. Kazuma also went to drink a few times, but then he found that the female escort was not half as beautiful as his own girl, so he stopped going.

Just at this time, the landlady brought ramen to the table, so Kazuma and Nishikiyama Heita paused the conversation in a tacit understanding.

After the landlady left, Jinshan continued: "The story of me, Shiratiao and Mama-san will definitely inspire your creative desire and make you write new famous songs. What you write now is too sweet."

"What can I do," Kazuma shrugged, "Sweet songs are easy to sell."

In order to support his family, Kazuma often sells songs recently. As he was copying them, he found that the famous songs in his memory had almost been copied. Then he had an idea and started writing some sweet love songs with no technical content to sell for money.

Naturally, these songs don't have the power to dominate the Oricon charts, but relying on Kazuma's already established reputation, they can steadily reach the top 100.

Then Kazuma discovered that capital prefers vulgar composers who can consistently sell into the top 100, rather than talented people who occasionally produce good works.

Of course, music critics will definitely criticize him for writing such a sweet love song, but Kazuma is not worried about this. In the future, his reputation will come back by copying a famous song.

Nishikiyama Heita complained a few more about Kazuma's recent songs, and then returned to the original topic: "This Kidou is strong, he is married to his then horse, and he has a fifteen-year-old kid. This kid also If you don’t study well, and now you’re a squad leader in school, it looks like you’re going to follow in your father’s footsteps and join the Yakuza.”

He chatted with Ma Sui and asked, "Do you still want to join the Yakuza now? The Kanto United Alliance has thrown away almost all the profitable deals recently, right?"

"We just threw away the anesthetic-related business." Nishikiyama Heita responded, "Our business in the custom industry and real estate industry is quite prosperous. The Fuqing Gang and the True Boxing Association are foreign monks after all, and they can't deal with the Japanese. La."

Despite what Nishikiyama Heita said as if he was great, in fact the Japanese Yakuza were beaten to the point of losing their armor and had to give up their most profitable business.

This was also the basis for the subsequent legalization of Yakuza in Japan.

Nishikiyama Heita continued: "The young people at the lower level don't know these things at all. They still want to earn a living with their fists and dream of becoming the eldest brother of the Yakuza.

"So I have a suggestion. We can design a scene where Muto's son gets involved in the Yakuza fire and captures him at the same time. Then Dad has to pick up the wooden sword to save people."

Kazuma was speechless: "Using your son to force Muto to confess is a way. But this is not what the police did."

Nishikiyama Heita spread his hands and said: "I will do the things that are inconvenient for you to do. Or this way, you and that Kido work together to save people, establish a partnership, and then be moved by love."

Kazuma glanced at Nishikiyama: "You mean you're all going to have black faces?"

"I'm an extremely powerful person, so I'm suitable for this."

Kazuma: "You jumped out to do this on your own, I didn't force you."

Jinshan lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of ramen, then pulled all the noodles in the bowl into his mouth, then took a big sip of the soup, making a satisfied sound, and then said to Kazuma: "By the way, Kidou's strong wife is quite pretty." Yes. She has been working as a bartender to support her family. How about I take you to the bar where she works tonight?"

Kazuma: "Okay. Wait a minute, will the nomination fee be expensive?"

"Please, you are a civil servant with an annual salary of 8 million yen now, don't act like a temporary worker with an hourly salary of 800."

"Eight million is not enough. I have three college students at home."

Nishikiyama Heita sighed: "Okay, I'm treating you. If other criminal police officers ask us to help with the investigation, they will give us benefits. You do the opposite!"

"Just think of this as an investment in your future police chief."

After talking to Hema, he pulled out all the noodles in the bowl, then picked up the garlic ramen without meat and took a big sip of the soup.

Sure enough, the taste of the clear soup is very close to the soup stock in my memory.

It's a pity that Kazuma hasn't had authentic Cantonese chicken soup in five years.

After eating, Kazuma took out cash from his wallet and slapped it on the table, and then asked Nishikiyama Heita: "Where should we meet in the evening?"

"You don't still want to ride on my car, do you?" Nishikiyama Heita stared at Kazuma with narrowed eyes, "Don't be like this, Detective-san, I'll give you the address and you can go there yourself."

Kazuma shrugged: "What can I do? I don't have a car. The advertising officer doesn't know how to arrange a car, and I can't afford it myself."

Nishikiyama Heita sighed: "Forget it, send Buddha to the west, how about I help you find a car that has killed people?"

Kazuma: "Accident car?"

"Yes, especially the kind of car that has lost several owners, it is usually super cheap. If you are lucky, you can even run into a BMW!"

Kazuma became more energetic after hearing this: "Really? Then give me a whole car, I'm not afraid of bad luck."

At worst, just let your own fox exorcise the devil and that's it. What a big deal.

"BMW depends on luck. After all, many people who don't believe in evil are eyeing this market. But if you work in the Metropolitan Police Department, you will be criticized if you don't drive a Japanese car, right?"

Kazuma then remembered that Tamamo had driven a domestically produced car before. He scratched his head and said, "Japanese sports cars are also fine. I think GTR is also good."

Nishikiyama Heita smiled: "Mom, you still want to buy a GTR for free? How dare you think about it. If I really have that chance, I will definitely drive it myself."

Kazuma curled his lips and said: "Okay, you can't force things like this that depend on luck. If it doesn't work out, you can buy me a Toyota 86 and I'll accept it. The key is to make it cheap!"

"Damn, what you said is right." Heita Nishikiyama smiled bitterly, "He doesn't look like a famous composer who wrote a lot of national songs."

Kazuma: "There's nothing I can do. There are three college students in my family, and one is studying at Musashino Conservatory of Music."

Jinshan laughed twice and suddenly asked: "By the way, after Haruyu graduates from Musashino Conservatory of Music, are you planning to let her continue her studies in Takarazuka? That's a bottomless pit!"

"Don't worry, I'm not overestimating my capabilities." Kazuma waved his hand, "Okay, now that the meal is done, I'll go back to Sakurada Gate to continue doing paperwork. The police minister asked me to write an image proposal for the Metropolitan Police Department. Vibration plan.”

Nishikiyama Heita curled his lips: "Let a newcomer like you, who has practical experience in solving crimes, do pure paperwork. The Metropolitan Police Department is wasting its talent."

Kazuma spread his hands, turned around and walked out of the store. When he reached the door, he turned around and told Heita Nishikiyama: "Get me a car! Remember!"

Nishikiyama Heita nodded: "I can't forget it. If you are in a hurry, I can take you to see the car in the afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll go to your office to meet you after get off work in the afternoon?"

"That's too far. We have to go to Katsushika. You can go directly to this second-hand car market to find me." Nishikiyama Heita took the menu of the ramen shop directly, wrote a few words on the back, then pulled it off and stuffed it to Kazuma.

Kazuma took a look and saw that it was an address.

"Okay, I'll find you here." Kazuma put the paper away, turned and left the ramen shop.

At this time, the general manager of the ramen shop came out from the counter, looked at Nishikiyama Heita and said, "Is this the person you bet on? He doesn't look like he can make a career in the police."

Nishikiyama Heita sneered: "Just watch, I bet he can become the police chief."

"Hmph, wouldn't you then become the police chief's black glove? It's a beautiful thought." The general shook his head, "I didn't expect that Nishikiyama Heita would one day bet his future on someone else. , times have changed."

Jinshan Pingtai smiled and said nothing.

**

In the evening, Kazuma followed the address given to him by Nishikiyama Heita and found the second-hand car dealership mentioned by Nishikiyama Heita.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Nishikiyama Heita flirting with the girl at the front desk, so he whistled.

Nishikiyama Heita glanced at Kazuma, and then shouted in the direction of the office: "My friend is here, the boss is here to pick up the guest!"

"Coming, coming." A greasy-faced office worker in a suit opened the door and came out. He glanced at Kazuma, as if assessing how much money Kazuma could get.

Nishikiyama Heita patted the boss on the arm: "What are you doing? This is my friend. He is a professional graduate of Tokyo University and has a bright future. Why don't you just give him the car he likes for free?"

The office worker looked embarrassed: "Our store is almost unable to pay wages this month. You can see that even the sales staff have been laid off until there is only one left."

Nishikiyama Heita pointed at the girl at the front desk who had just been flirting with him and said, "If you just fire her, it's over. Anyway, she will make more money by accompanying him for drinks."

Kazuma coughed: "Please, since I am a policeman here, can you not instigate good girls to go into the sea in front of me?"

"Stop making trouble, there's no good girl working in a store with this kind of background." Nishikiyama Heita smiled and said, "Can't you see her earrings? I'm going to give you negative marks for your detective's observation skills, okay? "

After Jinshan finished speaking, the girl at the front desk said, "I've been drinking with him before, but now I want to do some serious work and prepare to start a family. So Detective Sang, please don't let me lose my job."

Kazuma responded casually: "Leave it to me. I still have some budget to buy a car."

It wasn't, but Kazuma didn't want to be exposed.

The office worker was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said to Kazuma: "We happen to have a lot of good second-hand cars in our store now. Let me introduce them to you..."

Nishikiyama Heita interrupted the store manager: "Don't introduce useless ones, just choose accident cars that have killed people."

The store manager frowned: "The company is indeed the police accident car processing point, but accident cars don't happen every day."

"Who are you kidding? In a city as big as Tokyo, hundreds or even thousands of accidents happen every day, and a few people always die. Show us the car where people died today." Nishikiyama Heita said and took a photo of the store manager. shoulders.

The store manager looked embarrassed, but he still sighed and replied: "Well, it is true that several accident cars have been repaired recently and sent to us. I will show you them, please come this way."

After saying that, the store manager took the lead and walked to the yard behind the store.

Kazuma: "You want to go to the yard?"

"Of course, you can't leave the accident car in the store, otherwise it will be frowned upon." Nishikiyama Heita patted Kazuma on the shoulder and pushed him to keep up with the store manager.

Ten seconds later, Kazuma arrived at the backyard of the second-hand car store. The store manager pointed to a few cars in the corner and said, "These are all the accident cars we have here today."

Kazuma glanced at it and was disappointed to find that there was no sports car.

Sure enough, a dead GTR is not that easy to encounter.

The store manager pointed to one of the Toyota pickup trucks and said: "These two rear-ended trucks transporting steel bars. The steel bars penetrated the front windshield, and the driver and co-pilot were shattered on the ground. Of course, in addition to changing the windshield, we also changed the seats. Chair, no need to worry about finding minced meat on the seat.”

Kazuma: "Well, I don't really want to drive a pickup truck to work at the Metropolitan Police Department."

"What about these two Honda cars over here?" the store manager asked, pointing to the other one.

Kazuma: "How did the previous car owner die?"

"In an ordinary accident, the previous owner spent three days rescuing the car before he died. For this reason, this car will be more expensive."

He Ma stopped thinking about it when he heard it was more expensive.

This is how people are poor.

At this time, the store manager also saw that He Ma was cash-strapped, and introduced: "If you want to buy a cheaper car, you can consider these two RVs."

Kazuma followed the store manager's finger and found that he was pointing at an RV selling crepes.

"What's the allusion to this car?" Kazuma asked doubtfully, "Did someone choke on the crepe?"

"No, these two cars overturned into the river during heavy rain. The previous owner's family was in the car, and they all drowned. No one was left. This car is very cheap now, and no one wants to take over the disaster that killed a family of seven. car."

Kazuma touched his cheek: "Isn't it too tragic that all seven members of a family are dead?"

"It was very miserable. Not even the relatives who helped them organize the funeral were left. In the end, the city government paid for the monk. If you want to buy this car, just give me 50,000 yen and drive away. I will pay for the change of owner. money."

Kazuma: "Am I crazy to drive a crepe seller and go to work at the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Jinshan joked: "This car has the advantage of being easy to disguise. No one will think that there is a criminal policeman hiding in the car selling crepes."

The store manager nodded and said: "This car is in very good condition. After all, it just crashed into the water. By the way, everything on the car, including the speaker that sells crepes, is in excellent condition. If you are willing, you can put in some ingredients to make it." The business of selling crepes continues."

The store manager opened the car door and turned on the car's amplifier immediately after getting in. Then the music common to crepe shops started playing.

Nishikiyama Heita said in a tone of fear that the world would be in chaos, "I think this is good. It only costs 50,000 yen, which is the same as picking it up for free. Moreover, this kind of car is comfortable to sit in and the interior space is large enough. Look at other None of the cars are as cost-effective as this.”

Kazuma sighed: "I drive to work. If I open a mobile crepe shop and go to work at the Metropolitan Police Department, I will become a celebrity in no time."

The store manager said: "Tell me the truth, how much budget you can use, and I will choose the best one for you."

Kazuma scratched his head: "Probably, several hundred thousand yen."

"How much is hundreds of thousands? 900,000 is also called hundreds of thousands, and 300,000 is also called hundreds of thousands." The store manager asked seriously.

Kazuma: "Uh... about three hundred thousand."

In fact, it would be better if it could be done within 200,000 yuan, but Kazuma was embarrassed to say that.

The store manager pointed at the crepe RV: "Then I suggest you drive this one. As a means of transportation, this one will definitely be fine!"

Just as Kazuma was about to reply, Nishikiyama Heita urged: "You decide quickly, you are going to see Muto's wife later, right? There is a car that is much more convenient. If it is only 50,000 yuan, you don't even need to apply for additional funds from Chiyoko." .”

His last words prompted Kazuma to make up his mind.

"Okay." Kazuma frowned and looked at the two crepe carts, "I also want a car that can transform in my dream."

What Wuma is talking about is that after watching Jack Chen's masterpiece "Food Truck" in his previous life, he always thought about a few food trucks that could be transformed into food stalls.

The store manager laughed and said: "This can indeed transform. As long as you press the switch, the sides will open and unfold into a crepe stand. There are even seats for people to sit and eat."

After speaking, the store manager pressed the switch, and the sides of the car really began to unfold.

The store manager continued to explain: "By the way, the electric crepe pan is directly connected to the car's battery, so it can be charged as long as the engine is running. Of course, when you are doing business, you can apply for an external power supply."

Kazuma said angrily: "I don't have time to do business. This is just a means of transportation. It's good for nothing except being cheap. Okay, don't let it continue to deform, we still have to drive it."

The store manager decisively pulled the deformation switch, and the half-transformed car changed back again.

Store manager: "I'll figure out the paperwork right away. Just wait for me for fifteen minutes! Oh, by the way, just give me 50,000 yuan."

Kazuma took out his wallet, counted five ten thousand-yuan bills and stuffed them into the store manager's hand.

"By the way, I want to register your driver's license." The store manager added.

Kazuma took out his driver's license and handed it to the store manager and asked, "Do you want a police manual?"

"If it is to be used as a police car, yes. I will fill out a separate police car form and ask you to go to the logistics department of the Metropolitan Police Department to go through the relevant procedures tomorrow."

Kazuma nodded impatiently.

The store manager walked away with his driver's license and police manual.

Nishikiyama Heita looked at Kazuma: "Damn it, do you really buy this car?"

"Fuck, didn't you encourage me to buy it?"

"I encourage you to eat shit, will you eat it?" Jinshan sighed, "Forget it, it's not a loss to get a car for free for 50,000 yuan. I can already foresee you driving into the underground parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow. When Detective Shiratori found out what happened, he had to laugh to death."

Kazuma waved his hand: "Okay, we have to go find Muto's wife today, hurry up."

Just at this time, the store manager ran out with a stack of documents and stuffed them all at Kazuma: "From now on, this is your car. I wish you a happy driving."

Kazuma put away his driver's license and police manual and threw the remaining documents into the dashboard drawer.

He got into the car, sat on the driver's seat, and turned to urge Nishikiyama Heita: "Get in the car, don't wait."

The store manager opened the backyard door at this time.

Nishikiyama Heita went around to the other side, climbed into the passenger seat, and said with a smile: "Would you like to play the advertising song for selling crepes?"

"No. Okay, let's go." Kazuma ignited the car, started the car, then released the clutch and gave it a kick of gas.

Shifting into gear went smoothly, and the RV slowly slid forward.

Kazuma clicked the horn twice, making his car neigh energetically.

The store manager waved at the courtyard door: "Have a nice trip!"