I teach kendo in Tokyo

Because it was already late at night, Kazuma and his party decided to rush back to his dojo from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Asakura was a little puzzled by this: "Since it has been confirmed that the deceased was a Vietnamese smuggler, this should have nothing to do with the Yakuza, so there is no need to contact Nishikiyama Heita, right?"

"Idiot, the Yakuza are also involved in the stowaway business. Many places where stowaways work are run by the Yakuza." Detective Shiratori patted Asakura's head.

Kazuma: "When you go back to my house, you can all ride in my car together. My car has a lot of space, and you can even lie down and sleep."

Asano laughed out loud: "In our car, all the chairs cannot adjust the backrests. The sleeping areas in the back are on the floor and on a small table for making crepes. It would be awkward to sleep on either one."

Kazuma: "It doesn't matter, I always sleep on the floor."

"Eh? If I don't have a mattress, I won't be able to sleep well and have a lot of dreams." Asano muttered.

Detective Shiratori: "This is a big problem. When the major crime team raids the headquarters, we have to sleep in the headquarters. There is no such thing as a mattress in the headquarters. You can't be too delicate as a police officer."

Kazuma echoed: "That's right, that's why the handsome guy is too squeamish. Look at you, the only things you are familiar with are cosmetics and you need a mattress to sleep on. You don't look like a policeman."

Asano protested: "I am familiar with cosmetics, shouldn't I still help you solve the case? The murder case!"

"That's what I said..."

Detective Shiratori interrupted Kazuma: "Let's chat on the way, go have a drink with Jinshan and ask for information, and then sleep directly at your place."

Kazuma: "Well, there is an empty room, and the dojo can also have a floor. Anyway, the weather has turned warm now, and it is not hot yet, so it is a suitable time to stay at my place. It will be hot in a few days, It’s a torment to live in my place.”

Hema's house didn't have an air conditioner, so he wanted to install one, but he invited an air conditioner installer to come over and take a look and found that the old wooden structure of his house was leaking air everywhere. To install an air conditioner, he would have to rebuild the house first, which would cost a lot of money. .

This plan was directly rejected by Chiyoko.

Detective Shiratori: "It's not bad to take your car. I'll take you back today and come back to work tomorrow."

"Really, that's a crepe cart." Asakura frowned.

"What's the matter? The Metropolitan Police Department's mobile command vehicle is disguised as a pest control company." Shiratori said nonchalantly, "Don't talk nonsense when I ask you to sit down. Now let's go. By the way, you also know Jinshan Heita. His Jinshan Group has recently been promoted to the second-generation organization, and it is a very useful source of information that you will need in the future in Section 4."

Hearing Detective Shiratori directly define Nishikiyama Heita as a tool, Kazuma couldn't help but smile.

Asano pulled Kazuma's sleeve: "Are the Yakuza very fierce?"

"You are a policeman. He can't be cruel to you even if he is cruel." Kazuma reassured.

"Okay, let's go." Detective Shiratori urged.

**

When Kazuma returned home, he drove the car directly into the yard and saw Nishikiyama Heita sitting on the edge drinking. There was a small wooden table in front of him with several dishes to go with the wine.

Chiyoko sat next to him, holding a wine bottle and pouring wine for him.

As soon as Nishikiyama Heita saw Kazuma getting out of the car, he said loudly: "Hey, Kazuma, your sister has grown into an incredible good woman."

Kazuma glanced at Chiyoko. She was now in the form of a good wife. She wondered if she had learned a few tricks from Tamamo.

"You took advantage of that boy Amao, damn it." Nishikiyama Heita drank it all in one gulp, and then sighed.

Chiyoko said with a smile: "Ah, it seems that Nishikiyama-san has drunk too much and started talking nonsense. I have to put away the wine."

"I bought this wine!"

"But your body is also hurt by being too drunk. I am doing it for your own good. My brother just happened to be back. You guys have to talk about business. I'll make you a cup of sobering tea."

Chiyoko said and stood up with the bottle, turned around and went back to the house.

Nishikiyama Heita pointed to the direction she left and said: "This girl has learned a lot from Jinguji and Nanjo. She has a good figure and a beautiful face. I don't understand why Amao treats such a girl. What if the oil and salt don’t come in?”

Kazuma: "Amao wants to take the bar exam and is working hard for it now."

"He can work hard even if he lives in your dojo. Why should he move out?"

Detective Shiratori interrupted: "The fact that he can move away shows that he is not really insufferable. Nishikiyama, let me introduce, this is my new partner Asakura, who is also in the professional team."

Jinshan glanced at Asakura, who was saluting, and curled his lips: "Shiratori, you are now considered a professional in bringing in new recruits, but aren't you going to retire soon? Can you take him to the police station?"

"I definitely won't be able to take him with me. I'll give it to someone else in the last year. But taking him to the scene for two years should be enough for training." While Detective Shiratori was talking, Chiyoko came out with a stack of cushions and placed them on the brocade. Next to Yamaheita.

Shiratori said "thank you" and sat down on the cushion. Then he unbuttoned his windbreaker and took out the photos of the two deceased people and handed them to Jinshan.

Jinshan looked at the photo and shook his head: "I don't know these two."

"It's Charlie." Detective Baitiao said.

"Eh? Charlie? Foreigner?"

"Vietnamese."

“Why do Vietnamese people call them Charlie?”

"The talented man from Dongda University told us that the US military called the Viet Cong Charlie." Detective Shiratori joked, and glanced at Kazuma.

Nishikiyama glanced at Kazuma: "I have a little more useless knowledge. I'll tell the bartender about this next time I drink in a nightclub."

Kazuma was reminded by Nishikiyama's words and said: "One of the deceased this time was also a bartender. Do you know a bar that uses blond foreigners as bartenders?"

"Those who work as hostesses are basically stowaways. The blond stowaways are usually from Eastern European countries..." Jinshan said.

Kazuma: "The woman who died this time seemed to be the lover kept by the president of Maeda International Trading Company. Maeda Trading Company was once sued for smuggling, but due to the excellent performance of the defense lawyer, it was ultimately ruled that there was insufficient evidence."

Nishikiyama Heita: "So this bartender probably got evidence that Maeda Trading Company was involved in the smuggling business, and then Maeda Trading Company found Vietnamese illegal immigrants and killed her."

"It's possible." Kazuma nodded.

At this time, Chiyoko took out the hot food and placed it in front of Kazuma and others: "You haven't had dinner yet? You can also have it as a midnight snack."

It was only then that Kazuma realized that he was hungry. The moment he realized that he was hungry, his stomach made a strong growl.

Detective Shiratori joked: "As expected of an ace detective, his stomach growls are also at the level of an ace."

Nishikiyama Heita said: "Yes, this cry is rich and powerful, reflecting the deep internal strength of the Kiryu Police Department."

"Have you watched Hong Kong martial arts movies again recently?" Kazuma shook his head, "I want to make it clear that martial arts movies are a lie, and internal strength does not exist."

But maybe this time and space...

After all, even the nine-tailed fox really exists in this time and space, right?

At this time, Kazuma's partner Asano suddenly reached out and touched Kazuma's chest muscles.

Kazuma: "What are you doing?"

"It's really big," Asano looked at the hand that just touched Kazuma, "This thing is indeed hereditary."

Kazuma blinked and glanced at Chiyoko to react. He patted Asano on the head: "Don't look at my sister with that look! You bastard! Also, my chest muscles are from training, and My sister’s natural formation is different!”

Chiyoko smiled and said, "I also practice kendo."

Kazuma: "Kendo training makes you hard, but your softness is natural."

Chiyoko rolled her eyes, stood up and left with the serving tray.

Jinshan smelled the food in front of him: "Chiyoko's cooking skills are still so good, it tastes so good. She can go to the hall or the kitchen."

"Okay, don't talk about my sister, let's talk about the case. The bartender who died this time, I found another thing in her apartment. The cosmetics she used were very cheap."

Asano raised his hand: "I found it!"

Kazuma: "He found it."

Jinshan didn't care who discovered this. He stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully: "The escort girl who was kept uses cheap cosmetics? The face of the escort girl is that of a guy who eats. It’s impossible not to take good care of it.”

"Right, right!" Asano said loudly, "It's definitely weird!"

Kazuma asked: "I guess they were all used to buy anesthetics."

"An addict can't be a bartender. It's not like you've never seen what an addict is like." Jinshan shook his head.

Kazuma: "What about mild anesthetics? Like **?"

"That thing is not expensive. Even high school students can afford it by blackmailing juniors. Is this woman doing something with her money?" Heita Nishikiyama looked at Kazuma and Shiro. bird.

"This is still under investigation." Shiratori said, then turned back and shouted into the room, "Chiyoko, I can't drink for Nishikiyama, can I drink some?"

"Okay, here you go." Chiyoko's response came from the room.

At this time, Seiryu staggered into the yard. He was having fun when he saw Kazuma, and he obviously drank a lot.

Asano stared at Haruyu: "Here comes the one with no breasts!"

The veins on Qingliu's forehead were visible to the naked eye. She looked up and asked disdainfully: "Where did this bean come from?"

Asano seemed to be hit hard, and he raised his eyebrows angrily: "Dou Ding? You actually called me Douding? You are obviously shorter than me!"

Kazuma held Asano down and said to Seiryu, "Why did you drink so much?"

"I joined the Qingyin Club, and today's orientation meeting was held. I sang all the songs Kazuma wrote at the orientation meeting!"

Chiyoko came out with the wine at this time. When she saw Seiryu's state, she quickly put the wine in front of Shiratori, and then went straight to Seiryu: "What did you do? You weren't taken advantage of, were you?"

Qingliu immediately cried and said: "No. What else did they say? I'm not as good as a man. I have no idea at all... Wuwuwu..."

Seiryu said as she hugged Chiyoko and buried her face in her chest.

"Okay, even small breasts have scarcity value. Ignore those stinky men who don't understand this." Chiyoko comforted Haruyu softly and touched her head.

Asano's mouth opened in an O shape when he saw it: "That's great."

Kazuma patted Asano on the head: "That's my sister, if you dare to bury her breasts, I'll beat you to death."

"Know it!"

At this time, Detective Shiratori took the bottle of wine, filled it for Jinshan, and then poured it for himself.

Asakura asked worriedly: "After drinking so much, can we still talk about the case?"

"The case is one thing, but drinking to bond is another. As a member of a team, it's important to have connections in the Yakuza."

"is that so?"

"That's right. By the way, when dealing with the Jida, the amount of alcohol is very important. If you can drink here in the Jida, you will be called a drunkard, which is very honorable." Shiratori said.

Asakura nodded: "That's right, then my ability to drink is still good, is that still an advantage?"

"Yes, yes, there are advantages."

Qingliu probably heard what was said here, and shouted loudly: "I can still drink!"

"You can't drink anymore!" Chiyoko said seriously, "Drink some sobering tea and then go to bed!"

"Oh." Qingliu immediately withered.

Asano looked at Detective Shiratori and Nishikiyama who started drinking, and sighed: "Can we still talk about the case tonight?"

"Probably not. We'll discuss the case tomorrow. Come, let's have a drink to celebrate our partnership." Kazuma said, taking a cup and filling it with Asano.

Asano: "To celebrate solving the murder case!"

"cheers!"

**

The next day, Kazuma, suffering from a hangover headache, drove Shiratori and others to the Metropolitan Police Department.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Detective Jutian came to him: "The bartender who died yesterday used money to support an NGO that mainly helps stowaways. This is a list of donations received from the NGO."

Kazuma took a look at the list and found that the amounts were quite large.

"This is the reason why she uses cheap cosmetics." Kazuma muttered.

Asano stood on tiptoe and looked at the information in Kazuma's hand, and whispered: "He is actually a good person?"

"Well, it's okay to stay out of the mud. People like this are dying on the streets. As the police, we must find out the mastermind behind it." Kazuma said firmly.

Asano: "That's right! Damn it, it's on fire!"

Kazuma: "That's right! It's like holding a convex lens under the bright sun. It becomes white-hot and has to burn!"

Juda looked at the two of them and said, "Did you just watch the latest episode of Hot-Blooded Detectives yesterday?"

"No, we were drinking yesterday." Kazuma replied.

Just as Ida was about to respond, his partner Kameyama rushed into the office: "The president of Maeda Trading Company was just found to have fallen into the water and drowned!"

Asano: "President Maeda...isn't he the one who supports that Italian woman Vera?"

Kazuma: "Let's go to the scene!"

**

The forensic examiner at the scene turned out to be the fat Kimura. Sure enough, criminal police officers and forensic examiners from the same shift tend to bump into each other.

"The deceased Maeda must have drunk a lot. Of course, the exact amount will not be known until the autopsy is completed. I judge based on experience that he should have drank. Therefore, it is possible that he fell into the water and drowned after being drunk. People like this happen every year A lot of them," Kimura said.

Kazuma knelt down in front of the corpse and muttered, "That's not right."

Kimura asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"The forensic examiner just took out the driver's license from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, right?" Kazuma said.

The forensic examiner holding the driver's license immediately said: "This is a routine process. The items taken out are sealed in evidence bags, and the location where they are placed will be recorded. Later, a photo will be used to mark the pocket where each item was placed."

Kazuma waved his hand: "I'm not saying that your process is inappropriate. I mean, do most people put their driver's license in their inner pocket? The inner pocket of a windbreaker is the same as the inner pocket of a suit jacket. They are very deep."

The forensic examiner nodded: "Yes, very deep."

Kazuma continued: "The driver's license is also a commonly used document and is shown from time to time. However, the shape of the driver's license makes it difficult to take it out if it is placed in the inner pocket."

As he spoke, Kazuma took out his driver's license and demonstrated it with his inner pocket.

It's really hard to take it out.

The forensic examiner who took out the driver's license nodded: "Yes, it was indeed a bit difficult to take it out."

"That's right? So it's inappropriate to keep your driver's license in your inner pocket."

Detective Jutian said, "But this won't be used as evidence in court. It's too far-fetched."

Kazuma: "I know. However, I think this means that this man did not slip and fall and drown. He may have been killed."

"The murderer may have gone through his personal belongings before pushing him into the water. After digging out all his personal belongings and checking them, he stuffed them back into his pocket. Because they were randomly distributed, he put his driver's license in his inner pocket. inside."