I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma got into the car, calmed down for a while, and then began to study the box he got back.

The combination lock on the box looks very grand and out of place with the entire box.

Ordinary combination locks only have four digits, but this combination lock has six digits, and all six rotors arranged together must be turned to the correct position to unlock.

Asano climbed into the car and asked Kazuma: "Do you know the password?"

"How do I know? And the combination lock is usually confirmed after you buy it, right?"

I have used suitcases with combination locks all my life. The code is whatever it is when I buy it. I have never heard of it and I can set it myself.

Of course, it could also be that Kazuma himself is inexperienced, because Kazuma's suitcase has been used for who knows how many years and is already of an old style. Every time he goes on a business trip or goes out with his colleagues, he gets complained about.

Asano looked at Kazuma: "What are you talking about? This combination lock can be adjusted with a special adjustment device. Each lock corresponds to an adjustment lever."

Kazuma: "Is that so? Just such a small lock with such a complicated structure?"

"Of course it is. Think carefully about what the password is. Kitamachi can't leave a clue box that we can't open. There will definitely be clues."

Kazuma frowned: "Can you think of anything that looks like a clue?"

"I don't know. Let's take a look at the information we have obtained so far about the Kitamachi Police Department. We know...what are you doing?"

"The first rule of the Thief's Code is to try six zeros first." Kazuma said.

After twisting to six zeros, the lock did not open.

Asano looked at Kazuma.

"The second rule of the Thief's Code is to try to celebrate the lock's owner's birthday. This lock has exactly six rotors."

Kazuma turned the rotor to Kitamachi Police Department's birthday, but there was still no response.

Kazuma: "Try again to see the birthday of Kitamachi's important person... Damn, who is his important person? It can't be his wife, right?"

Asano hesitated for a moment and said, "Try to celebrate the birthday of the uncle at Okura Izakaya?"

Kazuma frowned at Asano, but did as he was told.

When the lock was unlocked, Kazuma let out a sigh of relief.

Asano: "Why are you so relieved?"

"Don't worry about it. Think of all the other possible numbers. It won't take any trouble for us to try them all."

Asano curled his lips: "Let's try it one by one. Starting from the first one..."

Kazuma: "Please, this is a six-digit number. There are a million combinations, okay? This is not a computer that can stuff databases. This requires turning the rotors one after another..."

"What the hell?" Asano looked confused, "What the hell is Kang? And what the hell is that one at the back?"

The words "computer" and "credential stuffing" that Kazuma just mentioned are already existing words, and not surprisingly, they are imported words, all of which are transliterated from English pronunciation. Japanese people who don't know it will definitely react like Asano after hearing this. .

I have deeply realized the convenience of Chinese in this regard. Even people who are exposed to the word computer for the first time can roughly understand what this thing is literally.

Kazuma was about to explain to Asano when an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

He picked up the combination lock, opened the cover covering the adjusting rod, studied it carefully, and then held both sides of the lock head with both hands.

Asano was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"This lock is very delicate, but at the price of its sophistication, it shouldn't be very strong."

"Wait a minute! If there is still information in this lock..."

The moment before Asano stopped him, Kazuma had already exerted his strength, and he roared: "Hey!"

The combination lock clicked.

The rotors suddenly spread out.

Asano sighed: "It's over, what if there is information hidden in the combination lock?"

Kazuma put the broken code lock parts into Asano's hand: "Check to see if there are any clues."

"You sabotaged it for me to check?"

Kazuma didn't answer, took the key to open the remaining lock, and opened the box.

Inside the box was a letter and a notebook.

Kazuma took out the letter and turned it over to the front of the envelope and saw "To the respected person who opened the box" written on it.

"It's for me." Kazuma muttered, tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper, and unfolded it, "'Dear latecomer, by the time you see this letter, I should be gone.'"

Asano stopped playing with the pieces of the lock and turned to look at Kazuma, waiting for him to continue reading.

Kazuma: "'I have set up a few small tests to ensure that you who are reading this letter have sufficient observation, thinking and adaptability.

"'Of course, the premise of everything is that you are dedicated to fighting against the darkness that lingers within the Metropolitan Police Department, and even within the entire Japanese police system.

"'In addition, being able to find this box shows that you have extraordinary insight and association, and being able to open the password lock I left shows that you have extraordinary resilience. You did not stick to the rules to find the password, but Brute force cracking was chosen.

"'The password does not exist. I set the password at will and threw the supporting tools into Edogawa. Once the lock is closed, even I can't open it.'"

Kazuma read this and turned to look at Asano: "I guessed the correct answer!"

"Keep reading!" Asano urged.

"'I hope you still have enough force, because the existence you are fighting against is very lawless, and they will definitely try to use physical means to erase you, just like they erased me.

"'If you don't want to be promoted to two levels, you'd better have strong force. Unfortunately, I can't test this. There's not enough time. The danger is approaching me, and I have exhausted all my efforts to arrange these.

"'I can only wish you good luck from the bottom of my heart.'"

Asano: "Obviously, the police department has no problem replacing you in this regard."

Kazuma nodded and continued reading: "'If you already have force, then you still have many problems to face. The first point is how to ensure that the court is trustworthy and how to ensure that you submit it in court The evidence will be considered true, how to ensure that it will not be burned by fire.

"'While I was writing this letter, they burned down the evidence warehouse at the Metropolitan Police Department, burying the things that were harmful to them in the darkness forever.'"

Kazuma frowned.

Asano: "It's actually connected! Can we use this letter to prove that the evidence warehouse was deliberately set on fire?"

"No. If this is successful, then anyone can sue others by writing a letter." Kazuma rolled his eyes at Asano, "How did you learn forensics at the police university? This kind of thing must form a strong chain of evidence to be accepted. .”

Asano's shoulders slumped: "That's right. According to what this letter says, our enemies will also burn down the evidence warehouse in the court."

"It's not even necessary. The evidence submitted to the court must go through a forensic appraisal process. All you need to do is bribe the person responsible for the appraisal. Last time they burned the evidence warehouse, they probably burned the kind of ironclad evidence that does not require appraisal."

Asano looked serious: "Then how are we going to prosecute them?"

Kazuma did not answer, but continued to read the letter: "'The enemy is hopelessly powerful, but it is not completely impossible for us to win. What I leave you is one of the ledgers I am responsible for handling. It is written in April last year. As part of the fund flow between August and August, I did not use pseudonyms for all the names in it, and you clearly know who they are.

"'Find them and find out among them who can be tainted witnesses! In the Japanese judicial system, the weight of confessions is extremely heavy. As long as one person is determined to bring them all down, there is hope of winning!

"'Don't send this to reporters. I was forced to do this because I anonymously sent a copy to reporters. Journalists can't be trusted.'"

Asano suddenly interrupted Kazuma: "You can try leaving it to your reporter buddy."

Kazuma thought of Hanabusa Takashi's face.

That guy might reveal this in Weekly Fangchun, but the question is, if he writes an article, will the editorial department of Weekly Fangchun publish it for him?

After all, there had been a precedent in which Takakura Ken's buddy invited the editor-in-chief to tea, so that Fang Chun of the weekly magazine never dared to touch Takakura Ken's news again.

Hanabusa Takashi may be a fighter, but the editor-in-chief may not be.

Kazuma shook his head: "No, Kitamachi is right. Unless there is no other way, it cannot be disclosed to reporters. People like reporters are useless except running very fast."

Asano: "Then this is too difficult. I admit that I have already planned to give up. What is the difference between the method of defeating the enemy mentioned by Kitamachi-san and luck? Unless we happen to find someone who suddenly learns that we are He is terminally ill, so he decided to do good deeds and is willing to come forward as a tainted witness."

Kazuma shook his head: "In that case, they will hire a barrister to prolong the court process and drag the tainted witness to death. I have seen such a case at Tokyo University."

The most important thing is that the professor still treats this case as a positive one in class and teaches students to be good at using rules.

Strangely enough, the professor teaching this class is a left-winger, but he seems to think that this approach may be unethical, but he is responsible for procedural justice.

It turns out that in this era, the left had already begun to transform into a white left.

Asano sighed: "Isn't there nothing we can do?"

Kazuma: "Let me finish reading the letter first." Unfortunately, I can't think of any other way to win. The enemy we are fighting is unprecedentedly powerful. We are like Don Quixote, using cold weapons in our hands. It's ridiculous. Challenge the windmill.

"'It is very likely that we will all end up in ruins in the end. Therefore, I sincerely suggest you, before you are on their must-kill list, join them.

"'I won't blame you, because after things get out of hand, my first reaction is to surrender. But I don't even have the chance to surrender. The betrayer can only die miserably and be ruined.

"'Of course, surrender may not sound good. You can comfort yourself by knowing that you are breaking into them and disintegrating them from the inside. Maybe it is actually possible to do it, at least it is easier than defeating them from the outside.' "

Kazuma sighed heavily when he read this.

Asano: "I can't understand it anymore. He is testing whether we are going to fight to the end, and he says this again."

"Maybe I'm just expressing my thoughts truthfully."

"No matter what," Asano sighed, "I have experienced that the enemy is very strong."

He Ma turned to the next piece of paper: "'If you still decide to fight against them, please allow me to pay high respect to your courage. I sincerely hope that this handwritten account book will guide you to victory - Don Yours sincerely, Quixote.’ That’s the end of the letter.”

Asano: "Don Quixote is...that..."

"You don't know?" Kazuma asked in surprise.

"I... I only know that it is a European novel, and the name of the convenience store Don Quixote comes from it."

He Ma Fu'e said: "Your knowledge puts me to shame."

"I am different from you. You are a student of Dongda University."

Kazuma ignored Asano, but stuffed the letter into the envelope and packed it, threw the letter into the box, and then picked up the handwritten account book.

After opening the account book, Kazuma glanced at it and saw a familiar name: Akira Shiratori.

——Tsk.

**

At the same time, "Honda Kiyomi, a habitual robbery offender with a record in the Metropolitan Police Department," stole a truck.

This car was probably a delivery vehicle for a certain hotel. After completing its mission, it was placed in the parking lot at the back entrance of the hotel, waiting to leave the city tonight.

This car does not have the right to move in Tokyo during the day, and it will probably attract traffic police soon after it gets on the road.

But that doesn't matter.

After all, Honda Kiyomi didn't intend to drive too far, just into the underground parking lot next to it.

Kiryu Kazuma's car is parked in the underground parking lot, and Honda Kiyomi has confirmed it in advance.

Kiryu Kazuma is a master of swordsmanship, and Honda Kiyomi would not be stupid enough to just grab something from him.

However, even a master swordsman has no way to fight against a steel behemoth weighing more than ten tons propelled by an internal combustion engine.

Maybe, the legend of Kiryu Kazuma will end here.

Times have changed, Jianhaosang.

Even if you can fight bullets with your sword, you will never be able to fight this steel behemoth.

As for the son of the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the National Police Agency, Honda Kiyomi can only say that it is a pity.

Of course, the responsibility does not need to be borne by him.

He is just a repeat robber.

He started the car and drove on the road, moving slowly along with the traffic.

Kiryu and Ma were reading the letter below and had no idea that danger was approaching.

By the time he realized it, everything was a done deal.

Kiyomi Honda smiled.

He drove into the entrance of the underground parking garage.

As he passed the security booth, he gave the security guard a bright smile.

It's been a long time since I killed anyone.

he thinks.

He would become the police's dog just to kill people legally.

However, this society is too peaceful, and he has not killed anyone for a long time.

He was even a little envious of the guy who was killed by Kiryu Kazuma not long ago.

If he is not allowed to kill, he may become a criminal.

In that sense, he had Kazuma Kiryu to thank.

Honda Kiyomi drove the car to the second underground floor where Kiryu Kazuma was, and then pushed the light of the car to the top.

Then he stepped on the gas.