I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma looked at Takenaka and suddenly came up with a plan: I am in charge of formulating the image promotion plan of the Metropolitan Police Department. How about we tell the stories of you people who are silently sticking to it?

Takenaka looked at Kazuma and joked: Do you want to film the story of us not working and wasting tax money while receiving salary? The most learned thing I have learned over the years is how to raise more meat in a narrow office environment.

Kazuma glanced at the succulent and had to admit that it looked like it was growing nicely.

This co-author was raised by you, Takenaka!

Well, I definitely can't take pictures of these. The main thing is to take pictures of your persistence, your insistence on pursuing the truth for many years, and of course your persistence in the truth.

Kazuma said so.

Takenaka laughed loudly, pointed to the room in the search headquarters and said, Didn't you see that the office was already deserted at eleven o'clock? Our group was probably the first to go to dinner in the entire Sakurada Gate. Today you The reason why you met me here is because I forgot to take my wallet. Are you going to eat?

Uh, okay. We can also talk about publicity during the meal. Yesterday, a newspaper happened to do a historical review of the 300 million robbery, so today reporters are still asking about it.

Zhuzhong looked surprised: Is there such a thing?

You don't know?

We are the only one here who reads newspapers regularly. Takenaka frowned slightly and corrected his statement, It should be said that Tokumoto uses newspapers to kill time every day, but he seems to be doing crossword puzzles most of the time.

He Ma was shocked and started doing crossword puzzles at work. Are these people so comfortable being salary thieves?

He followed Zhuzhong towards the door, carefully considered his words and asked, Well, no one wants to solve these mysteries?

Whenever a new person is assigned to our side, he will flip through the files enthusiastically. But this enthusiasm will soon be exhausted. When it comes to the 300 million yen incident, we basically identify the boy as Z is the prisoner, but it cannot solve the most critical problem of blood type mismatch.

Takenaka had a helpless tone and continued with a wry smile: When we first came here, many people in our department rushed to visit Young Z with great interest, trying to find out any clues from him, but in the end we all gave up.

Kazuma touched his chin. At this time, they happened to arrive at the elevator room and got on the elevator.

The two people who were already in the elevator saw Takenaka leading Kazuma in, and asked curiously: Police Takenaka, have you assigned a new person again?

No, no, Takenaka waved, This is the new public information officer, Kiryu Police Department Assistant.

The person who asked the question suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked Kazuma up and down: Are you that Kiryu? Why did you go to the Publicity Department?

Kazuma shrugged: Police Minister Usami said that he valued my connections in the entertainment industry and asked me to come up with a plan to promote the image of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Oh, that's it, and then you went to Police Takenaka? The person who asked the question looked confused, Is it because you were planning to make a breakthrough from an old case?

After the words fell, another person praised: This idea is not bad. If you can solve old cases in batches, the Criminal Department will probably only want you.

Kazuma couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was obvious that the two people talking actually knew why they were sent to the Publicity Department.

So Kazuma said: It seems that someone doesn't welcome me into the criminal department.

Isn't that right? The current professional team of the Criminal Department is basically composed of people from the Inaba faction. You are the enemy of their young master.

Kazuma frowned slightly: The third young master who dropped the rice leaves was struck to death by lightning. It's none of my business.

Do you believe what you say?

Kazuma curled his lips, looked at the two people talking, and asked: It sounds like you are not from the Criminal Department?

At this time, Police Officer Zhunaka said: You can tell they are from the police department by looking at their suits. The criminal policemen who often go to the front line will wear windbreakers. After all, the rainy season is coming soon, and windbreakers can prevent rain. These people in suits, Meiyu Ji still needs to hold an umbrella.

He Ma was speechless: Is there such a thing?

The two men in suits laughed and said, Yes, there is. We are the police department in the office. By the way, your public relations department is also technically part of the police department. It's just that we are always kicked out to do odd jobs, so we don't feel that way.

Kazuma: Thank you for explaining.

You're welcome. One of the two men in suits nodded.

At this time, the elevator reached the first floor and opened the door. Takenaka asked Kazuma while touching the car keys: Did you drive the car?

No. Kazuma paused and asked, Shouldn't the car be for the police force?

If you are a criminal policeman who wants to go to the scene, you will indeed be assigned a car, but are you a criminal policeman now?

Kazuma frowned: I still have to buy a car by myself?

He didn't have the spare money. He had just paid the tuition fees for Amao, Qingliu and Chiyoko, and his family's savings had been exhausted.

Takenaka: You are also a first-class civil servant after all. With an annual salary of several million, you can still buy a car, right?

Kazuma: I have three college students in my family, one of whom is from a prestigious private school like Musashino Conservatory of Music.

Holy shit. I'm afraid you will be on the police department's key watch list because you are suspected of serious corruption. Takenaka sighed.

Kazuma: My income here is all legal income from selling songs.

Humph, even if there is something illegal, you can't tell it, right? Zhu Zhong's policeman said in a joking tone, My car is over here, take my car and go to eat. You must be willing to go and take a look after eating. I’ll take you to meet that boy Z.”

Kazuma got into Takenaka's car and glanced at the police officer doll on the car. Then he suddenly remembered something and asked, By the way, I just heard your police title...

I'm a police officer. Look at my age. Even if I get kicked into a useless department like this, I'm still in the professional group. I should be promoted anyway.

You just raise succulents to become vigilant? Hema said in a stunned tone.

Takenaka Police laughed loudly: There are a lot of salary thieves like me in the Metropolitan Police Department. When the civil retrospection period for the 300 million robbery case in 1988 comes and the search headquarters is cancelled, I will find a way to be transferred to the county police. King of the Mountain.”

With that said, Takenaka drove out of the underground garage of the Metropolitan Police Department. When he exited the garage door, there were patrol officers in police uniforms saluting him.

Takenaka gestured at the patrol, then asked Kazuma on the road: Do you really want to praise a salary thief like me?

Kazuma looked troubled.

Takenaka laughed loudly and changed the subject: I'll take you to my favorite Chinese restaurant. This restaurant is especially suitable for people who are short of money, and the price/performance ratio is very high.

Kazuma smiled bitterly when he heard about Chinese cuisine. Except for the restaurants run by the Fuqing Gang, he had never eaten authentic Chinese cuisine in Japan.

The headquarters of the Fuqing Gang is near Yokohama Chinatown, and several sites close to Sakurada Gate are also in the Minato District, which is by no means a quick drive away.

Soon Zhunaka parked the car in the parking lot of a restaurant with a Tianjin Fried Rice sign on the door.

The so-called Tianjin fried rice in Japan is not Tianjin food at all, but a native Japanese dish that somehow evolved.

Anyway, He Ma never had Tianjin fried rice in China.

However, it’s hard to say anything about Zhu Zhong’s treat and his short mouth for eating people.

After entering the store, Kazuma immediately ordered fried dumplings. In Japan, dumplings are not regarded as a staple food, but as a dish, so Kazuma ordered another bowl of noodles.

As for Tianjin rice, Kazuma is not interested at all.

He was a little afraid that after getting used to the strange Chinese food in Japan, he would forget the taste of real Chinese food.

Takenaka said: The Tianjin rice here is good. I want a piece of Tianjin rice and a piece of steamed buns.

The landlady quickly finished writing the order, left the menu and turned around to leave.

After the proprietress left, Takenaka lowered his voice and said: When you go to see Boy Z later, remember to be patient. He is a former member of the Yakuza. Although he is working and living honestly because of being under surveillance, you can't bear it. He will always provoke us.

Kazuma nodded: I'm very used to getting along with Yakuza members.

After all, Kazuo Ma has to deal with Nishikiyama Heita and the others every now and then.

Takenaka nodded warily: I heard that you were going to the fourth class.

The main task of the fourth section of the search was to organize crime countermeasures, which was the predecessor of the later group countermeasures.

At this time, Takenaka warned Kazuma: By the way, Boy Z's name cannot be leaked. We used Boy Z for reporting back then, and the reporters were very upset about it. After all, 1968 was still the era of the student movement, and there were many left-wing reporters. .”

Kazuma couldn't help but frown: It's been so many years, why can't it be leaked? He is already middle-aged, right?

That's the rule. If you can't abide by this, I won't be able to take you to visit Boy Z.

Kazuma could only agree: Okay, just continue to refer to Boy Z. Telling reporters about Boy Z's current situation will also make them give up.

I don't understand, Takenaka sighed, why this old case of ours suddenly became the focus of reporters again. Wait a minute, could these be all fabricated by you? Do you really want to start from Chen? Will old cases open their own channels to the Criminal Department?

Hema smiled and said: How is it possible? It is more difficult to solve such an old case than a normal case. After all, the on-site investigation and other things were done more than ten years ago.

Takenaka nodded, and then added: In addition, the technical strength of the forensics department of the Metropolitan Police Department was not enough at that time. Even fingerprint detection and other detection were newly introduced technologies. Therefore, the older the case, the harder it is to solve it. Instead of focusing on Instead of focusing on old cases, it is better to use the authority of the public relations officer to forcefully intervene in new major cases.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows: Can this still happen?

Of course you can. According to the new reporting laws, after a new major case occurs, you can follow up in real time, but there will be a certain delay in releasing the news.

Kazuma nodded. Just then the waiter came to serve the food, and Kazuma temporarily shut up.

After the food was served, Kazuma said: Then we have to wait until a big case happens. If no big case happens in the next year, won't I just have to die of old age in the broadcasting class?

Isn't this bad? The salary won't be lower anyway. Takenaka looked at Kazuma alertly, I don't quite understand why you want to join the criminal department.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows. He couldn't tell Takenaka that he wanted to investigate welfare technology during the investigation.

Takenaka continued: Today I take you to see Boy Z, so that you can understand the status of our search. As for what you said to promote us, forget it. Even if you write a plan and submit it, it probably won't be passed. .”

Kazuma nodded.

At this time, Takenaka raised his hand to call the waiter, and when the waiter came, he ordered a bottle of beer.

Kazuma was shocked: Are you going to drink at noon?

It doesn't matter. I'm going to visit Boy Z in the afternoon anyway. I'll go home directly after the interview and no one will know. By the way, do you need to tell the people in your broadcasting class why you're going there in the afternoon?

Kazuma thought for a while, and it seemed that he had to tell the Publicity Department. After all, he turned into the 300 Million Yen Search Headquarters halfway out of the Police Department. If he didn't say hello to the Publicity Department, he might be considered absent from work.

It's not good to miss work on your first day of work.

I'll make a call later. Kazuma said, and then suddenly remembered that he didn't remember the extension number of the Publicity Department at all. Um, I don't know if the extension number of the Publicity Department can be transferred directly to the switchboard, right?

You actually don't remember the extension number of your department? Takenaka laughed and patted Kazuma on the shoulder, I'm afraid you are more suitable to be a salary thief than I thought. Press 0 to switch to the manual desk, and then let the manual Change the station. By the way, do you still remember the switchboard number of the Metropolitan Police Department?

Kazuma: I remember this.

After all, Kazuma had called the Metropolitan Police Department several times before, but they were all detective Shiratori transferred to the Fourth Investigation Division.

The beer at Takenaka's police station was served at this time. He took a big sip and then exclaimed: Good wine. One glass at lunch is really great.

He put down his glass and looked at Kazuma: By the way, I just forgot to ask you, do you have a driver's license? Without a driver's license, I'm afraid we would have to take a bus to visit Boy Z in the afternoon.

Kazuma: I took the exam just before graduating from college.

Okay, you drive later and I'll show you the way. We'll make a call after eating and go back to Sakurada Gate before setting off.

Thirty minutes later, Kazuma was full, and while the Takenaka Police Station was checking out, he went to the counter and called back to the Metropolitan Police Station.

The female operator at the manual switchboard suddenly asked after hearing Kazuma's voice: Are you a member of the Kiryu Police Department?

Kazuma was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: I am, what's wrong?

I'm your music fan! Please do your best as a public relations officer!

Kazuma was speechless: It seems that the news about me being thrown into the broadcasting class has spread.

Yes, we were talking about it just now when we had lunch. Are you going to compose an advertising song for the Metropolitan Police soon?

Kazuma frowned: Well, well, I did get similar instructions from the Minister of Police, but I didn't...

I will buy the single as soon as possible to support it! The operator interrupted Kazuma.

Kazuma could only shut up and smile.

Operator: By the way, which department do you plan to transfer to?

Broadcasting class.

Are you in the broadcasting class? The call will be transferred immediately. Please wait. After the operator finished speaking, a ringing tone came from the receiver.

After three rings, Inspector Xiaoxia picked up the phone: Metropolitan Police Department Publicity Section.

Kazuma: I'm Kiryu.

Tales from the Kiryu Police Department! What's going on?

I will go out with Police Takenaka from the 300 Million Robbery case in the afternoon to check on their current search status.

Xiaoxia patrolled and exclaimed: The three hundred million robbery, is it that robbery?

What other robbery could it be? It's the one reporters asked about at the press conference this morning.

Did you actually come to find me? You just need to fiddle with the reporters about this kind of thing! I understand, this is the first thing a new official needs to do when he takes office?

Kazuma waved his hand: That's not the case. I just remembered that I stopped by the 300 million yen robbery investigation headquarters, and then I ran into Police Takenaka, who is the head of the investigation headquarters.

Inspector Xiao Xia continued to exclaim: Did you actually take a look around by the way? I have been working at the Metropolitan Police Department for two years and I don't even know where the search headquarters is!

Kazuma thought about the nook and cranny where the headquarters was hidden, and thought that it would be normal for ordinary people to not be able to find this headquarters.

So, are you going out this afternoon? Are you coming back? Do you want me to inform the reporters that there will be a special press conference this afternoon?

There is no special press conference. As for whether I will come back... Kazuma glanced at Takenaka Police who came out after paying the bill. The latter mouthed, It's quite time-consuming on the way there. So Kazuma said, I probably won't come back. I'm going to visit the boy Z who was involved in the incident. He lives in a quite remote place.

That's it. Inspector Xiao Xia sounded a little disappointed, Then I can't hold the welcome banquet for you tonight.

Kazuma: It's okay to do it tomorrow. I'm not leaving the broadcasting class right away.

Understood. I will record that you are out on official business this afternoon.

Sorry, goodbye then. Kazuma said and hung up the phone, then took out a two hundred yen coin from his wallet and handed it to the guy looking at the phone.

It is said that in the future everyone will have a phone with them, and everyone will have to carry a battery weighing several kilograms, said Takenaka.

Hema laughed and said nothing more.

After leaving the store, Takenaka threw the car keys to Kazuma and got into the passenger seat.

Kazuma got into the driver's seat, started the car, and then turned around and reversed.

In this era, there is no such convenient thing as a reversing radar. Reversing relies entirely on the driver's skills.

In addition, Takenaka's car is actually a manual transmission, and Ma Ma has only driven an automatic transmission car in his life, but this time he took the test for a manual transmission brand.

Kazuma skillfully put into gear and increased speed, and then drove onto the road.

Get on the West No. 2 Expressway Ring Road. There should be no traffic jams now. If we're lucky, we can get there in more than an hour.

Kazuma glanced at the street sign and responded, Understood.

**

In fact, by the time Kazuma saw the pickle factory described by Takenaka, it was already two hours later.

As soon as I got off the car and horse, I smelled a strange smell.

What does it smell like? Kazuma frowned.

The pickle factory all smells like this. By the way, miso is also produced here. Takenaka said nonchalantly.

Kazuma smelled carefully with his super sense of smell, and indeed he did not smell any dangerous smell such as blood.

This is just plain stinky.

Kazuma: The real culprit of the 300 million yen robbery would live in a place like this? It's really hard to imagine.

Even if he is the real murderer, he will have to wait another three years before he can enjoy the money. Takenaka said, Maybe by then he will just buy a supercar and then show off in front of us.

Kazuma couldn't help but said: I think the time limit for prosecution should not exist. Across the sea, in China, there is no such thing as the time limit for prosecution.

Then their police force will definitely never be enough. Police Officer Takenaka said.

Kazuma was about to refute when he suddenly saw a middle-aged man appearing in the aisle on the second floor of the pickle factory.

The front door of the pickle factory was closed, and the side entrance required going up to the second floor through the stairs. The middle-aged man stood on the second floor with his hands on the handrails, looking down at Kazuma and Ma.

Takenaka: This is Boy Z. Don't be surprised. It was already seventeen years ago when he was called Boy Z. His name is Taken Kitō. Remember, this name cannot be leaked to reporters.

Kazuma nodded, while keeping his eyes fixed on Kidou Kenken, looking at him carefully.

He has strong muscles and looks like a worker that can be seen everywhere. His face is slightly dark and there is a small scar on his cheek.

Kazuma asked Takenaka: What happened to the scar?

He is a former Gokudo, so it's normal to have a scar. Takenaka responded, and then shouted to Takeru Muto at the top of his voice, Muto-san, we have a new colleague to see you! This is the Kiryu Police Department deputy.

Muto said: Can your department actually recruit such elites from the professional group?

No, no, he is the new public information officer and came here to learn about the progress of the search. Takenaka explained hurriedly.

Muto sneered: What progress can be made? Review the pickles shipped from this factory every month and review the factory's income?

Kazuma had already climbed up the side stairs and occupied Kidou.

He keenly discovered that Muto had a kendo level, Shinto-ryu level fourteen.

Kazuma: Have you ever practiced kendo?

Muto shook his head: I haven't practiced before.

Nonsense, the way you stand is obviously Shinto-ryu. Kazuma said forcefully.

For a moment, a trace of astonishment flashed across Muto's face, but he immediately denied it: I have never practiced kendo.

Kazuma: I am a disciple of the former president of the All-Japan Kendo Federation, Ueizumi Masato. Beichen Itto-ryu is not allowed to spread. I can see that you have practiced kendo. Why do you deny this?

Muto said coldly: Because I have never practiced kendo.

At this time, Inspector Takenaka also went upstairs and asked Kazuma doubtfully: What are you talking about?

Kazuma thought about it for a while and decided to avoid his sharp edge here, so he replied: I made a mistake. Looking at his stance, I thought Mr. Kidou had practiced Shinto-ryu.

Is this something that can be seen just by looking at your stance? Takenaka was shocked, I remember that you won the Jade Dragon Flag twice, and also participated in the East-West Japanese Kendo Competition, but I remember that you never participated in the Japanese A contest for player rights?”

Kazuma nodded: Yes, at that time I had just received the exemption, and then I was busy preparing for the first-class civil servant exam, so I didn't take part. In addition, I must have read it wrong just now.

After Kazuma finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Kidou: I'm sorry.

Muto sneered: I have no kendo background, but this is your conclusion after investigation.

Kazuma thought that there must be a mistake in the original investigation.

He took advantage of the emptiness when Muto turned around to lead the way, and once again confirmed the entry above Muto's head: it was indeed the 14th level of Shinto-ryu.

Obviously, this guy knows kendo, and it may be related to the detection of the 300 million yen robbery.

Kazuma has already made up his mind to read through the 300 million yen file when he returns to Sakurada Gate.

It's obviously not enough to just rely on what you get on that whiteboard.

Muto opened the door of the pickle factory in front, looked back at Kazuma, and said, Please come in.

Kazuma: Are there usually so few people in this pickle factory?

This is a pickle, and most of the time it only requires bacteria to work hard, Muto said coldly. People are only busier on the day of shipment. Before shipment, basically only me, the person on duty, is watching.

Kazuma said Oh, and then Takenaka Police explained: This pickle factory is a place where special personnel are placed. It is an affiliated company of the Metropolitan Police Department. Their pickles are mainly provided to the police academy and mobile teams.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows: The Metropolitan Police Department is still responsible for placing suspects?

Don't say that. The arrested person is called a suspect. Now he is just Juvenile Z. Before the civil prosecution deadline comes, and we can't let them run around, we can only put them in the search headquarters where they can be found at any time. That's the place. In fact, we are the ones who most want them to disappear suddenly, because then we can use the reason of 'major suspicion' to arrest them.

Kazuma reminded: This case has passed the time limit for criminal prosecution. It should be impossible to arrest him again, right?

Oh, yes, you really can't be arrested. Zhuzhong patted Xianyang lightly and said, Mine.

Muto said impatiently: Can you come in?

Kazuma hurried towards the door he opened.

It was a very normal office inside, with an attendance book hanging by the door. Kazuma flipped through it and found that it was full of Muto's name.

The handwriting looks very similar.

Takenaka followed Kazuma through the door, watched Kazuma flip through the attendance book, and said, One of the reasons why we didn't decide to prosecute Kidou back then was that their handwriting was different from the handwriting of the threatening letter.

Kazuma was shocked: Is there such a thing? Shouldn't things like threatening letters be cut out from newspapers?

General threatening letters do look like that, so the handwriting doesn't matter. But the threatening letter about the 300 million yen robbery was handwritten.

Kazuma couldn't help but hold his chin: Then it might be that he deliberately exposed his flaws.

While saying this, he glanced at Muto Takeken.

The latter looked intently at the magazine on his desk as if he hadn't heard him at all.

It was a weekly magazine called Fang Chun. The content of this issue was about the cheating of a certain national actress. The cover showed a photo of the actress kissing her cheating partner goodbye.

Kazuma pouted.

Is there any connection between the hidden swordsmanship and handwriting?

Using your kendo prowess to forge handwriting?

He Ma himself can do this kind of thing. The words he cuts on the wall with his sword are definitely different from the handwritten words.

But the problem is that the cut characters cannot be too small.

Kazuma felt that he should look at the notes left back then to be sure.

Another thing is to determine how on earth this guy's kendo background was missed back then.

Kazuma thought as he put down his attendance book and turned to observe the room.

In addition to the attendance notebook, there are many notebooks in this room. Kazuma picked up one and found that it was the shipment record of pickles. He changed another one and found that it was the salary cashier record.

Kazuma: Are your savings and other things also under police surveillance?

Of course. Muto spread his hands, I suspect that the knowledge I am receiving now has violated human rights. When I am freed from this damn life, I will find a lawyer to sue you.

Kazuma: And spend a lot of money on legal fees? Why does it sound like you're sure you'll get a lot of money in the future?

Don't use such words, it's useless. Muto said coldly, If you have the ability to sue me, just sue me. Anyway, I almost became your scapegoat ten years ago. At that time, Detective Takenaka's partner worked hard to Wanting to beat me to submission and make me confess, he even beat me and sentenced me...

Police Takenaka interrupted Muto: There is no punishment. Everything we do is within the scope of the law.

Muto just snorted.

Kazuma glanced at Takenaka and asked curiously: What's going on with the partner mentioned here?

Referring to my senior, Detective Kimura. When the robbery occurred in 1968, I was a young detective who had just entered the Metropolitan Police Department. According to the rules, a senior would lead me to investigate the case, and Detective Kimura was that senior. But This was seventeen years ago, and Detective Kimura has also retired.

Kazuma frowned: So was there torture?

Definitely not. Zhuzhong spread his hands.

Muto snorted heavily.

Kazuma guessed that he was indeed sentenced at that time, but these practices were common practice at the time, so there was no problem.

By the way, it turns out that the Metropolitan Police Department attaches great importance to the confessions of prisoners. As long as there is a confession, no matter how ridiculous the case is, it can be convicted.

Kazuma looked at Kidou, casually asked a few questions about his life, and then said to Takenaka, I don't have anything else to ask.

Takenaka stood up happily: Okay, let's go. By the way, Kitou, I'll share some of the pickles.

Kazuma was shocked: You want pickles?

My wife likes the taste of the pickles here, so I always get some pickles every time I come here. Jingjing Zhuzhong shrugged, It's not like enriching my own pocket, it's just a little pickle.

Muto stood up, left the office, and came back after a while carrying a mesh bag.

Kazuma took the mesh bag first and carefully inspected the contents. It seemed that they were indeed two jars of pickles.

But this amount doesn’t look too cheap.

Kazuma handed the inspected pickles to Takenaka.

At this time, he decided not to tell Takenaka about Kitou's kendo skills.

The two left the pickle factory. Takenaka put the pickles into the trunk of the car, and then asked Kazuma: How are you going back?

I have to go back to Sakurada Gate, Kazuma looked at the sky, I want to see the files on the 300 million robbery case.

Okay, I'll give you the key to the filing cabinet. You won't find any clues to the investigation, right? Zhuzhong asked with a half-smile.

Kazuma shook his head: It's not that simple. I just took a look at the file so that I can fend off the reporters tomorrow.

Yeah, thank you for your hard work. In this case, I'll drive you to the subway station. It should be quite convenient for you to take the night bus to Sakurada Gate.

Okay. Kazuma agreed decisively, and then got into the co-pilot's seat.