No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Hey, hello friends, I am Ruyue Fengshui, a well-known Japanese painter.

In order to get rid of the people who defiled Mount Fuji, I came to kill people at night.

I just finished sending the painting, and I didn't bother.

With a snap, the knife came out, very quickly!

Traditional kung fu focuses on turning chickens and cutting a thousand essences (referring to vital points) in four liang (pointing to the knife).

Just as I was about to do it, someone suddenly came out of the bathroom.

I have a look!Ow!It turned out to be a young man in his 20s, weighing more than 90 kilograms.

He rushed over with a bang.I was careless, no flash!

This young man doesn't talk about martial arts, come to deceive!Come on, sneak attack!

Is that okay for a 60 year old comrade?This is not good!

I came up with a left straight cut, a slap, a right straight cut.

The young man didn't grab my hand, just raised it with a kick.

He's not a slapper, this leg is very strong and well-trained.

It seems, come prepared!

I thought I was going to go to jail next.

Unexpectedly, oh, the young man let me go.

It seems that he still values ​​peace and speaks of martial virtue.

I looked back at the door, wondering if I should go or not.

The young man blocked the door with a snap, and soon.

He said Mr. Ruyue, you can't leave.

I said, well, you let me go, and you bullied a 60-year-old comrade.

This young rat tail juice, don't make such cleverness again in the future.

……

Suzuki Qiaoqiao released people just to suppress the arrogance of Damu Yansong.

Anyway, the knives were shot, and there was no murder weapon.

He is now blocking the door again, and Ren Ruyuefeng cannot escape.

Damu Yansong didn't think so much, and was startled:

"You, you, you... why did you let him go?"

"Ang, I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao subdued Ruyuefengshui with one hand and reminded:

"If you are more yin and yang, I may still slip."

Damu Yansong looked aggrieved, and dared not speak:

"you!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao ignored him, took out his mobile phone with one hand, and pressed the call back:

"Brother Takagi, come up here, room 67 on the 11th floor of Building B, I have subdued the murderer."

Ruyuefeng Shui knew this person, and he had seen it during the day. It was a police officer of the Mihua Police Department.

After the other party hung up the phone, he asked:

"How did you know I was going to kill?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao did not hide it, and answered truthfully:

"Actually, I didn't expect you to come. I thought it would be someone else."

"Really? So, you're hitting the wrong way."

"more or less."

Ruyuefengshui was caught on the spot when he committed the murder, but he could not be exempted from guilt.

There seemed to be a wonderful music in his heart, and he took the initiative to confess:

"To be honest, after killing him, I still have two goals."

This result did not match the estimate, which surprised Suzuki Qiaoqiao:

"Mio Tokiwa?"

"Yes, she funded the twin skyscrapers and blocked the most beautiful Mount Fuji."

"Apart from her, who else?"

"And Yuan Jiaming who assisted with the investment, Mr. Yuan."

As for the architect Hidehiko Kazama, he was not on Ruyue Fengshui's assassination list.

This guy is a laborer who collects money and does errands.

Even if he didn't invite him, the other kittens and dogs would also build the Twin Towers.

Ruyuefengshui leaned forward and began to tell her motive for the murder:

"I found a small hill at the end of Nishitama City.

For decades, I have been painting on that small hill, and I have achieved today's achievements.

But because of getting older, climbing the mountain is getting more and more difficult.

So three years ago, in order to continue painting Mount Fuji for the rest of my life, I bought that hill and built a house.

And in the place with the best view, the studio is built.

From that window, you can see the whole picture of Mount Fuji at a glance. "

His tone changed from the first full of nostalgia to the hysterical anger now:

"Those nasty guys who built twin skyscrapers and split the beautiful Mount Fuji in half. I can't accept their desecration, so I want to kill them."

Hearing this, Suzuki Qiaoqiao twitched the corners of his mouth,

I feel that people who engage in art in this world are very paranoid:

"Teacher Ruyue, can I ask you something?"

"You said."

"In your eyes, is Mount Fuji the most beautiful mountain?"

Ruyuefengshui straightened his chest and said proudly:

"Of course, Mount Fuji is the most beautiful mountain, and it is the belief in my heart."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked as usual, and continued to ask:

"Since it is the most beautiful mountain, is it the most beautiful from any angle?"

Ruyuefengshui hesitated for a moment and replied:

"Yes, any angle is the most beautiful."

If he denied it, he would contradict his previous answer.

How can a flawed mountain be called the most beautiful?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao nodded secretly, and followed suit:

"Don't you think it's a will to lose the angle of painting?"

Ruyue Fengshui glared at him, a little angry:

"Young man, what do you mean?"

"Painting spots can't be used, I want to remind you to go out and have a look.

Go to the mountains to paint, to the groves, and even to the twin skyscrapers.

Just like you like women, you can't just look at the face, but also the chest, the legs, and the buttocks.

Just looking at one thing is a very superficial act, and there is no belief at all.

If you really love, you shouldn't just stay in one place.

Different scenes and angles should be used to express the different beauty of Mount Fuji.

There is a story in China that when viewed horizontally, there are peaks on the sides, with different heights from far and near.

The twin skyscrapers block the painting point, you can just change the position to paint, why do you want to kill? "

Ruyuefengshui was speechless, revealing a self-deprecating wry smile.

In his heart, the past memories followed:

"Maybe... it's because I'm getting older, it's not easy to change the things I think.

No matter how much other people say, they won't listen. It's sad that you only feel remorse when you hit your head and bleed blood. "

Seeing that the old man was a little pitiful, Suzuki Qiaoqiao comforted:

"Teacher Ruyue, relax. You are considered an attempted murder, we will see how the court decides.

If you can get out of jail alive, walk around again.

As long as you have Mount Fuji in your heart, you can draw Mount Fuji anywhere. "

Gee, this chicken soup is good.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao himself couldn't take it anymore, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

"As long as you have Mount Fuji in your heart, you can draw Mount Fuji anywhere"

Ruyuefengshui repeated this sentence repeatedly, thoughtfully:

"Unexpectedly, a 60-year-old comrade like me ended up teaching young people a lesson.