I teach kendo in Tokyo

"What? You don't know what the police department said?" Hanabusa waved his hand and sounded quite disapproving.

"Recently, there have been many people suspected of somnambulism on the streets of Tokyo. They wander around in a daze during the day, and they can't answer any questions. When they suddenly wake up at some point, they will be surprised how they came to Mo. It sounds boring, right?”

"...From your tone, it seems like there are quite a few such examples?" Kazuma confirmed with a frown.

Although the "paid residence" during this period gave him the benefit of convenient movement, it also brought about the problem of being disconnected from frontline cases. For example, Hanabusa's "day sleepwalking" never reached his ears.

"More than ten a day, is that too much or not too much?" Hanabusa said with a shrug. "Yesterday, a professor from the medical school came out to explain that it was an autonomic nervous system disorder caused by the change of seasons and busy life... Well, there is no special harm anyway. At most, the local police station will become busy. . Sigh, there really isn’t anything that can make breaking news.”

"That's really hard work. If I have any news, I will tell you." Kazuma nodded to Hanabusa, and made up his mind to go and have a look. Whether it's good or bad,

So far, Kazuma has never encountered a situation where there were multiple entry holders at the same time. If "day sleepwalking" is the same thing as the "lost person" I met last time, then the matter may be quite serious.

"Then I'll leave it to you, great hero." Hanabusa stared at the pensive Kazuma with interest, then reached out and patted his shoulder.

**

From Hanabusa, he found out some places where sleepwalkers often appeared. Two of them were in nearby commercial streets, so Kazuma ended his morning jog and headed there.

By the time he arrived at the commercial street, it was almost the morning rush hour. Japan's economic prosperity was at its peak in the 1980s, and the morning rush hour was probably the most crowded time of the day on the streets of Tokyo.

In order to prevent the Masamune hanging behind his back from attracting unnecessary attention, Kazuma chose a building terrace slightly away from the flow of people and looked at the street view below.

The crowds on the street are as dense as carp crossing a river. It is impossible to find a sleepwalker among them with the naked eye. Even if Kazuma has the plug-in skill of looking directly at the entry, it is very difficult to find an abnormal existence in the crowd at once.

"call……"

Kazuma took a deep breath, focusing on the subway station where people gathered, and focused on capturing the movements within a few kilometers.

With a high degree of mental concentration, Kazuma's consciousness slowly emerged with a holographic map of the street in front of him - this was the entry skill he obtained when he infiltrated Hyuga Company. The principle is to use his super-sensitive five senses to collect information about the surrounding environment, and then Integrate a structural image similar to a holographic map in your mind.

When the surrounding environment is relatively simple, Kazuma can even distinguish the height, weight, clothing and equipment of a single target from the holographic map. However, the bustling flow of people on the street in front of him obviously exceeds his processing ability, so in the map in his mind, Kazuma can only You can see waves of people flowing in different directions.

Hema adjusts his attention, and his eyes, ears, nose and other tactile sensations are also concentrated in his direction. As a result, the map in his brain is constantly refreshing like a radar wave, and new information is added every time it is refreshed.

Such a convenient function made Kazuma couldn't help but marvel. Although his extraordinary five senses evolved after being infected with the legacy virus in the hot spring village, the final evolution to this extent was far beyond his expectations.

Does the human body really contain extraordinary potential, or can the laws of this dimension allow warriors to practice to even more incredible realms? Kazuma subconsciously thought of the Suzuki Butler who physically airborne into a straight body machine, and the eternal boxing champion who used his fists to knock out trucks, and he suddenly became calm about his changes.

"Huh? That's..."

At this time, a strange light spot suddenly appeared in the crowd of people rushing back and forth in his consciousness. The light spot showed a hazy color like a dim light, which was in sharp contrast with the fierce crowd of people around him.

Kazuma quickly moved his attention to the light spot, and his five senses also focused there. As the five senses concentrated, the surrounding crowd suddenly dimmed, and instead, the outline of light spots became gradually clearer.

The figure was probably that of a young woman, wearing quite simple home clothes, and her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, as if she was several months pregnant. The young pregnant woman was wandering in an alley some distance away from the main road. Her sluggish steps showed that she was probably in a trance.

Kazuma even "saw" her bump into a passer-by who was passing by in a hurry. The other person scolded her, but the pregnant woman continued to wander around indifferently.

"That's it."

Kazuma was sure that it was the day sleepwalker Hanabusa Takashi was talking about, and he was also sure that there was an entry above her head that he had seen before.

The "lost person" entry on the head of the child I met last time disappeared before I could investigate. We should find more clues this time.

Kazuma was about to move closer, so he concentrated his mind to search for a shortcut to the sleepwalking woman's location. Unexpectedly, this search found a problem - he only "saw" on the real-time map that the passerby who had previously bumped into the pregnant woman had not left, but I turned to the corner of the alley to meet the van parked there.

I saw two more people getting out of the van. It seemed that after a brief discussion, the three of them got back on the van. Then the van approached the pregnant woman in front of her.

"Kidnapping? Tsk!"

Kazuma almost intuitively concluded that the group was planning something evil, so he immediately jumped out of the terrace by pressing the railing, hugged the telegraph pole erected three or four meters away in mid-air, used it as a buffer, and jumped directly to the ground.

At this time, office workers and others hurriedly coming and going on the street were almost dumbfounded as they looked at the divine man who suddenly fell from the sky in front of them. Moreover, unexpectedly, among them were people who had met Kazuma before.

"Tongyu, police officer? What are you..."

The patrolman copying illegal license plates on the street was none other than Kurosaki Nagahide, whom he bumped into when he was sending a lost child away. This guy was obviously a low-level traffic policeman, but he had the scary title of "weapon expert", and his neat style of doing things also left a considerable impression on Kazuma.

But even Kurosaki Nagahide couldn't help but widen his eyes at Kazuma, who was like a divine weapon descending from heaven.

"Kurosaki-kun, you're here just in time! There's a kidnapping going on ahead. Please take me to stop the van."

Kazuma didn't have time to explain, so he pointed at the motorcycle and asked Kurosaki to take him there. The kidnapper was only ten steps away from the pregnant woman at most. By the time he ran over, he would have grabbed her and run away. Kazuma didn't want to repeat the highway speeding scene when he rescued Chiyoko. In this case, the Kurosaki motorcycle became the most reliable vehicle.

"Yeah? It's going to happen?" Kazuma didn't use the present tense but the future tense. Kurosaki was quite surprised, but he quickly came to his senses and got on the motorcycle without asking any more questions. "Okay, police department, please tell me which direction it is in?"

"That's right. Watch out for a white van. They plan to kidnap a pregnant woman." Kazuma also got on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Kidnapping a pregnant woman? What a bunch of bastards!" Kurosaki, who seemed to have quite a sense of justice, spat after hearing the words, then pressed down on the accelerator and rushed out.

The busy traffic in downtown Tokyo has greatly hindered the passage of motorcycles. When Kurosaki drove his motorcycle to the entrance of the alley, the door of the van in the distance also happened to be closed.

Through the gap in the car door, Kazuo Ma saw a young pregnant woman being stuffed into the car, as well as several gangsters dressed as gangsters. At this time, the gangsters who succeeded in kidnapping also noticed the noise here. They looked back and saw a police patrol motorcycle approaching menacingly. The frightened gangsters quickly turned around and ran into the alleyway.

"Is there really a kidnapping case?" Seeing the gangsters' guilty reactions, Kurosaki was convinced that Kazuma was not just talking nonsense. While driving the motorcycle to keep up with the van, strong doubts welled up in my heart. "Police department added, how did you notice it?"

"I saw it on the rooftop over there." Kazuma, who was staring closely at the van, answered casually.

"Saw it? From such a distance?" Kurosaki turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction where the two people came from before. His eyesight was definitely not bad, but from this distance it was almost impossible to find the original location of the rooftop, not to mention it was still a crowded Tokyo street.

To be able to spot a few criminals with evil intentions in a huge crowd at such a long distance is honestly beyond the limits of experience or intuition, and has reached the realm of supernormal abilities.

"Although I have heard many extraordinary rumors from the police department, today it seems that they are indeed extraordinary." Kurosaki exhaled with conviction.

"Tsk, most of those rumors were made up by Weekly Fang Chun. If you really believe them, you'll lose." Kazuma shook his head.

To be honest, the amazing performance of the entry skill today shocked him. It seems to be useful in many places in the future, but now the priority is to intercept the escaping van: "Those guys don't seem to want to stop. How are you doing, do you want to call for reinforcements?" Kazuma asked Kurosaki.

"I think it shouldn't be necessary." Kurosaki in front seemed to assess the situation and shook his head. "Now that I've seen the police department's special skills, I'll allow the junior officer to show off a little bit."

"Oh?" Kazuma suddenly remembered Kurosaki's entry.

Kurosaki Nagahide, who plays the role of a low-level traffic policeman, of course doesn't know that his "weapon expert" soul entry has been revealed to Kazuma. He narrows his eyes slightly like a hunter and focuses on the fleeing van in front.

At this time, the van happened to drive to a wider section of the lane, and in front of it on the left was a green belt for pedestrians to rest. Kurosaki took the opportunity to slam on the accelerator and pass the van from the side. When he threw the rear of the van towards the front of the van, he pressed the small button on the left handle.

In order to cope with various situations, police motorcycles usually carry large and small bags of auxiliary equipment on the rear. I saw the left side of the motorcycle open when Kurosaki pressed the button, and many triangular nail-like objects spilled out from the rear end.

. The triangular spikes jumped and spread out after landing, and the van ran over them without any time to dodge. Kazuma caught a glimpse of several triangular nails pierced into the front wheels of the van, but the van continued to move forward as if unaffected.