On He Ma's side, the first night of the school trip passed safely.
In the morning, when the eight of them came to the dining room and sat down to eat, some classmates joked: "Why do you all look sick? It was very intense last night?"
"No, we did the questions very late last night." One of the boys in Hema's dormitory said, "I feel like I can go directly to Tokyo University now."
"Really? I don't believe it." The other boys booed, "You must have raided the girls' dormitory, right? With Nanjo and the others as internal support, it must be very simple."
"What's the matter with us?" The chairman and Nanjo brought Okada Anri and another girl who had no impression of Ma into the restaurant, and just heard the words here, and asked.
"Uh, this..." The boys who were still noisy just now fell silent.
Kazuma looked at the girl who didn't have much impression, it seemed that the last remaining girl in the girls group was pulled by Nanjo to live in the same room with him.
In other words, she is also a girl who is not liked by the girls in her class.
While lamenting how kind Nanjo was, Kazuma sat down cross-legged in front of the small table.
The restaurant of this hotel is Japanese-style. Usually, the small tables and cushions are taken away and it becomes a fairly open venue for activities. After rows of small tables are placed, it becomes a dining hall.
Classmate Tawu sat across from the horse, picked up the bowl and said at the same time: "I took a morning bath in the big bathhouse this morning, and when I was drinking milk, I heard the hotel staff say that the hotel seemed to be haunted last night."
He Ma frowned: "Haunted?"
He couldn't help looking at Gongji Yuzao, who had already turned his attention to this side and listened with his ears up.
"Yes, it's haunted," Mr. Tower House continued, "It is said that there are people wearing male student uniforms wandering in the corridors. If you don't look carefully, you may think they are students from our North Ge's High School, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a crazy person." Uncle Xi, muttering about something.
"But when the clerks approached and asked 'how can I help you', he ran away quickly."
He Ma: "Sounds like an uncle who got lost in a hotel at night?"
"But he's wearing a high school uniform." Student Tower House turned to look at the students who were already in the restaurant, "Where do we have students who look like uncles?"
He Ma turned his head and glanced, there was indeed no one, but there was a classmate who was an uncle at heart drifting by.
At this time, the chairman said: "It should be human beings. This hotel is not only a group of students from our school trip, but also students from a private school. They should leave tomorrow. Maybe they are actually students from that private school. "
Classmate Tawu looked strange: "Private schools, generally boys' school uniforms are suit jackets, right?"
"Recently, there has been a trend of becoming popular, but there are also many private schools that still use student uniforms."
Classmate Tawu blinked and blinked: "But even so, you don't have a good reason to conclude that it is a human being, right?"
"It's a human being. Since the clerks have multiple testimonials that it's not hallucinations or something, then he can only be a human being, right? He can't be a primate like a monkey, right?"
"It could be a ghost or..."
"Ghosts don't exist." The chairman asserted, "Most of the so-called ghosts, as well as ghosts, will turn out to be scaring themselves in the end."
"Aren't you a former member of the Spiritual Department? Does the Spiritual Department not believe in ghosts?"
The chairman said: "That's right, the content of the activities of the Department of Ghosts, before I joined, has become trying to find out the truth of supernatural events and explain supernatural things with science."
Classmate Tawu looked at the chairman and stood there dumbfounded: "Yes, is that so?"
"Yes." The chairman nodded.
He and Mr. Ma remembered that the chairman seemed to have said this before.
"However, if this is not a supernatural event," Nanjo joined the conversation, "doesn't it mean that there was really an uncle in a student uniform wandering around in the hotel yesterday? Isn't this a very dangerous thing?"
"You said that..." Hema became alert.
He couldn't help but be vigilant, so many troublesome things have happened in the past half a year since he traveled here. He suspects that he has Conan's physique, but he is not as exaggerated as Conan, and he will die wherever he goes.
"Let's go and inspect the corridor later." He Ma said.
Nanjo nodded: "Yes. Bring the wooden knife with you?"
"certainly."
Of course, having a wooden knife is better than not having one. Although Hema’s enemies had already started using DShka heavy machine guns in the last incident, such a big scene is like the Conan movie version, which can only happen once a year.
perhaps.
When He Ma thinks this way, he forgets that it is 1980, the Cold War is still going on, the Soviet Union is fighting in Afghanistan, the spies of KGB and CIA assassinate and infiltrate each other, and carry out so-called "black operations" everywhere.
After dinner, Kazuma took Nanjo and began to patrol the hotel with a wooden knife.
If the opponent is a martial artist with martial arts skills, Kazuma can see through it at a glance. It's a pity that most people don't have permanent buffs, and they don't have martial arts levels, which limits the scope of application of the golden finger of Kazuma.
He Ma hopes that he can see at a glance, "Oh, this girl is cleaning at level 15", "This girl is cooking at 18", "Oh, this girl is a bed bug".
It's a pity that there is no such good thing.
Now this golden finger plays a role in allowing the stand-in messengers to recognize each other. Hema can see the level of martial arts school, and the real martial artist can feel the so-called unity of mind and skill in Hema.
If the two sides meet each other, maybe they will have to have a happy Pokemon duel.
While Hema complained about his skills, Nanjo's small talk came in from his left ear and out of his right ear.
"Okada Anri is a little too cautious, and I'm not used to it," Nanjo said, and Kazuma didn't listen. "It's like bringing a maid with me. Am I a princess from the Warring States Period?"
He Ma reacted to the word princess: "You are just good, no, the princess in the Warring States Period is not one-tenth as good as you."
"Eh? Really? But, it depends on the princess. Mino's enchantress should be better than me, right?"
He Ma frowned, what the hell is Mino's enchantress? What about Mino's poisonous snake Saito Dozo? No, Kazuma remembers that when he memorized the history of the Warring States period, there was Saito Dozo, and his evaluation of experience was basically the same as that of the previous life.
"So, who is Mino's bewitching girl?" Hema couldn't help asking, "What is it?"
"You don't know? I saw that when you were reviewing, you said that the Warring States Period was well-done. How could you not know this?"
He Ma: "People are not sages, there are always blind spots in knowledge."
"Saito Dosan has a daughter that is not recognized in the official history, the bewitching girl of Mino, who once attracted thick fog and wanted to take the opportunity to attack Toyotomi Hideyoshi's fortification troops. As a result, the troops entered the fog and never came back."
He Ma: ? ? ?
Nanjo looked at Kazuma's dumbfounded look, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not familiar with these unofficial histories. It's great that I finally found some history of the Warring States Period that you don't know, and I can show it off to you. Do you know, rumors say that Ken Uesugi letter… "
"It's a woman, I know." He Ma Miao replied.
"Why do you know this?"
Nonsense, I also said this in my previous life.
And Ma Wo, but a die-hard fan of the game Warring States Lance.
He Ma and Nanjo just chatted all the way and patrolled all the way, interspersed with wandering in a daze, and spent today's free time before going out to see school together.
And in the utility room they passed by, in the gap between the storage cabinet and the wall, the green light on the C4 explosive detonator was flashing lightly, and each flash was one second closer to the detonation.
**
Kenichi Jinma and Rei Komori go to school together early in the morning.
As soon as the two met, Komori Shanling asked, "Uncle Xingxiong didn't come back last night?"
"Yes. He called back and said that there is a 'guest' from Tokyo." Kenichi Jinma said nonchalantly.
"Isn't something going to happen? The guests from Tokyo are here..." Komori Shanling looked worried, "Is there going to be another big thing?"
Jin Ma Jianyi also had a serious face: "I feel that things are unusual. My father has never lived in the police headquarters for such a long time in my memory."
"Oh," Komori Shanling sighed, "My father also came from Kyoto, but he has never returned home since he arrived in Osaka. Does he think he is the Great Yu of China?"
Kenichi Jinma comforted: "Don't worry too much, since someone from Tokyo has come over, it means that they came with clues, and this kind of cross-regional linkage is not common."
The police in Osaka and Kyoto, because they are geographically close and closely connected, often cooperate with each other.
But it’s different in Tokyo. The Osaka Prefectural Police has always been uneasy about why the police agency in Tokyo is not called the Tokyo Prefectural Police, but the Metropolitan Police Department.
Osaka people have a kind of competitive spirit with Tokyo. It was still the era of the shogunate, and small merchants in Osaka liked to wear small shoes for the officials sent by the shogunate in Tokyo.
After the Meiji Restoration, the people of Osaka couldn’t figure out why the emperor won the shogunate and the Imperial Palace moved to Tokyo. Why
In addition, the top executives here are all graduated from Kyoto University, and the Metropolitan Police Department is mainly from the University of Tokyo, so... I understand everything.
The Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department generally doesn't make fun of themselves, and sends people to Osaka on business. If they really want to chase fugitives or something, they will not jointly handle the case, but directly hand it over to the Osaka Prefectural Police.
Send someone directly to explain that the problem is serious.
And based on the common sense that Kenichi Kinma had cultivated since he was a child, when he heard that someone was coming from Tokyo, he guessed it was a gongan.
Komori Sanling said: "The people from Tokyo, could they be gongans? If so, is there going to be another student movement?"
When Komori Shanling and the others were in elementary school, the student movement was surging. As family members of the police, they were deeply impressed by this.
"I don't know, I think it's about the bomber." Kenichi Chima was speechless.
"Why don't we help with the search too?" Komori Shanling said suddenly.
"Stop making trouble, what use can we be, and cause trouble for Dad and them. Trust Dad and them."
"But I'm just restless. My eyelids have been twitching since this morning, and I always feel that something very bad is about to happen."
Looking at the girl with a worried face, Ma Jian suddenly put her against the low wall by the side of the road without any warning: "Isn't there still me here? If something really happened, there must be no problem with you. , no difficulty can knock us down, even if it ends up in a scene like Romero's Dawn of the Dead, it doesn't matter.
"I will absolutely take you to meet the daddies."
Although Komori Shanling's cheeks were red, she spoke very coldly: "I want to remind you that at this distance, I can beat you better."
After finishing speaking, Rei Komori grabbed Kenichi Kinma's arm quickly, and then turned around to restrain him.
"Take it easy, it hurts! Wrong, wrong, you are amazing! You are very amazing! Let me go!"
"Don't let it go! Don't let it go until the blush fades from my face!"
"You are unreasonable! Ah, dislocated and dislocated! Really dislocated!"
**
At this time, Osaka has woken up from sleep, the streets are full of commuting pedestrians, and the tram cars are full of people.
The shops on both sides of the street are also open one by one, and the energetic Kansai dialects come and go one after another.
Vitality pervades every part of the city.
Since the last student parade four years ago until now, Osaka has never encountered anything that can disrupt this peaceful scene.
The big explosion in Kyoto next door is nothing more than a "story" on TV and newspapers to the people of Osaka.
Li Zhenghe was buying breakfast in the convenience store downstairs of the small apartment building that was used as a temporary base of operations.
He suddenly found a cute little girl sitting behind the counter reading a book in the store.
Li Zhenghe glanced at the clock on the wall and knew that it was waiting for the school bus to pick him up.
"Little girl," Li Zhenghe spoke with an authentic Kansai accent, "Where did you go to kindergarten?"
The little girl was not wary either, probably because Li Zhenghe's Kansai dialect sounded too kind.
She reported a string of addresses.
Li Zhenghe took a candy from the shelf and put it among the instant food he bought. When the little girl finished paying the bill proficiently, he stuffed the candy into her hand: "Uncle gave it to you. There will be a performance at the citizen's mansion this afternoon. Uncle will play a big grizzly bear, remember to watch."
The little girl grinned: "Uncle, you don't need to act, you just look alike."
"Oh~" Li Zhenghe roared in a wonderful and pretty way, making the little girl giggle, "Remember, come."
"good!"
In fact, there was no performance at all, Li Zhenghe just didn't want the little girl to go home too early.
It's too close to the venue of "Big Root". Moreover, depending on the situation, this place may become the bastion of Li Zhenghe's final resistance.
It's better for the children to come back later.
As soon as Li Zhenghe went out, Xing Jishang came to meet him.
"I can't see it. I heard that you kill this kind of child without blinking your eyes."
"If she's a young soldier with a gun, or the child of someone who owes me money and won't pay back, I will. But she and I don't have a feud, do we?"
"this… "
Xing Ji still didn't know what to say.
Li Zhenghe: "Just take it as an artist's quirk."
"All right."
The two went upstairs with a large pile of instant food.
In the current scene on the second floor, if a policeman broke in suddenly, he would be scared to death.
The M16s that have been prepared are lined up on the long table.
For Li Zhenghe and the others, it is much more difficult than Kalashnikov.
But if you want to pretend to be Korean, of course you can't charge Kalashnikov in the street.
The Japanese secret service and the CIA probably know where Li Zhenghe and the others belong, but ordinary people who have seen it on TV and newspapers do not know.
When they see the M16, they will naturally think of the US military. Even if the government declares that this has nothing to do with the US military, the public will question why there are so many M16s and where do they come from? How to prove that this was not deliberately flowed out by the US military? Is there a problem with the material management of the US military
However, how to guide the tide of public opinion is not something Li Zhenghe and the others have to manage.
KGB's public opinion warfare experts and the moles they control will complete the next task.
Li Zhenghe picked up an M16, fiddled with it, and shook his head: "Compared with this soft shape, I still like Kalashnikov's tough lines."
**
At 8:30, the students from Beige's High School boarded the bus for today's school in a noisy manner.
The chairman whispered in Kazuma's ear: "When we get to the second meeting point, you and Nanjo will just run away."
"Aren't you going?" Hema asked suspiciously.
"I'm in charge of head nodding. If I go, the bus won't leave, and the teachers will look for us everywhere until we're all picked up and put on the bus. So, you and Nanjo go. The same reason, Mikako is in Class C, and she will definitely not be able to leave, because the chairman of Class C is a meticulous person and will not collude with Mikako."
And the horse nodded.
The Chairman added: "Have a nice date."
"... don't you care?" Hema asked.
Nanjo sat on the other side of Kazuma, also looking at the Chairman.
"It's just a day, it's not a big deal." The chairman smiled.
Nanjo looked at the chairman with complicated eyes, but she didn't say anything.
At this time, the Kimura tour guide picked up the microphone and pushed the microphone switch, making a harsh buzzing sound, which suppressed the noise of the whole car at once.
"Hi, we meet again. Today I am in charge of your class. I will let everyone fully experience the charm of the city of Osaka. But before that... Chairman, is the Chairman here?"
The chairman stood up: "The whole class has already boarded the bus, and I just finished ordering."
"Okay, got it. Let's start then, driver Sang, we can set off."
After the voice fell, the sound of the engine that had been idling suddenly became louder, and the car began to accelerate slowly.
**
"Mainichi Shimbun" newspaper Osaka branch, editor-in-chief Matsuto Kyuo had just sat down in the office, before the chair was warmed up, the white one of the two landline telephones on the table rang.
A large enterprise like a newspaper office usually has a switchboard like a hotel. Most of the calls from outside are made to the switchboard, and then the operator of the switchboard will receive the corresponding department.
There are only a few landlines in the newspaper office that can directly answer external calls. These landlines do not share the same number as the newspaper switchboard, and are generally not listed in the local "yellow pages".
The white one on the desk of editor-in-chief Matsuto Jiuxiong is one of the landlines that can directly answer external calls.
Basically, no one would make this call, and once it came, it usually meant that there was some earth-shattering news.
Because of this, Song Deng Jiuxiong hesitated when he heard the phone ringing in a hurry.
In his impression, there shouldn't be any major events that would make this phone ring recently.
Could it be... Miss Yuko
Yuko is Songdeng Jiuxiong's little lover, she knows the number of the white landline on Songdeng Jiuxiong's desk, so that when she is bored, she can call and have some sweet phone porridge with Songdeng Jiuxiong without worrying being interrupted by others.
But Song Deng Jiuxiong glanced at the wall clock, it was only eight o'clock.
Yuko-san should still be sleeping at this time.
That's just news.
He picked up the phone: "Moses Moses?"
On the other side of the phone, there was a harsh voice that had been processed with a voice changer.
"In a certain hotel in Osaka Prefecture, a time bomb was planted and it will explode at 8 o'clock tonight. We give the Osaka Prefecture Police 12 hours to raise 10 million US dollars and put it in our designated location, otherwise the bomb will explode. Don't Thinking about evacuating the hotel guests, as soon as we found out that the guests started to evacuate, we would detonate immediately."
The Songdeng Nine Clans frowned: "What?"
But the phone has been hung up over there.
Song Deng Jiuxiong frowned, he was a little puzzled, this person just finished the series in one breath, regardless of whether others can hear clearly...
Song Deng Jiuxiong was speechless.
He realized that he was not the first news organization to receive the call, and he didn't hear clearly, so naturally other colleagues heard clearly.
Kuo Matsuto pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly picked up the yellow internal phone: "Notify the emergency meeting. The executive editors of the Social News Department and the Current Affairs News Department will come to my office immediately. Also, let the external relations department call the Osaka Prefectural Police, Ask if there is a … um, if there is a reporting blackout today."
He put the phone down and waited for a moment, and the executive editors of the two major news departments opened the door and walked in.
"Senior Songden, what's going on?" Jiu Lai, the executive editor of the current affairs news department, asked.
"You can contact the police stationed in Osaka... No, you take someone directly there, hurry up."
The Japanese police have resident reporters. Whether it is the Metropolitan Police Department or the Osaka Prefectural Police, there is a special large office for the resident reporters of major newspapers.
These reporters fought wits and bravery with the police's publicity officers all day long. Over time, they became very familiar with the situation of the police and became experts in digging up police news and interpreting police trends.
These old fritters are well acquainted with many criminal police officers, and sometimes their judgments on the facts of the case are even more accurate and faster than those new recruits from the elite team who have just graduated from college and entered the police system.
Executive editor Kulai nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away. But... what are you going to interview?"
"This is what you have to figure out, anyway, something happened, go!"
**
After listening to the report, Kyoma Yukio turned his head to look at the leader of the gongans who came from Tokyo on the last Shinkansen yesterday.
"Sakuma, is this it?" he asked.
Sakuma frowned and glanced at Aramaki.
"I always feel that something is wrong." Aramaki scratched his head, "This seems to be a very common operation to obtain US dollar cash. It is not possible to directly issue secret instructions."
"That… "
"Moreover," Aramaki interrupted Kumoma Yukio, "I can't prepare 10 million U.S. dollar bills with random numbers in 12 hours, and 5 million is barely the same. Activities for obtaining U.S. dollar bills generally provide A reasonable amount that can be easily gathered within the time limit.
"This was the case in the case of the kidnapping of a rich man in Saudi Arabia before. The demand made there was exactly equal to the amount of green tickets kept in the rich man's own vault."
"Is there still such a way of thinking?" Jinma Yukio exclaimed.
"Yes, spies are the embodiment of rationality. In order to achieve the goal, all aspects will make the most reasonable arrangements. Spies like James Bond are... not common in reality."
"I thought you would say that it doesn't exist." Detective Komoriyama who was also present said.
This time, Sakuma replied: "Super spies, we can hear related rumors from time to time in our business. For example, before sneaking into the US military's highly secret air force base to replace the screws on the U2 reconnaissance plane, and then they didn't know it. A Soviet spy who slipped away unnoticed.
"There is also the 'Firefox' who sent pilots to the Soviet Union a few years ago and finally succeeded in stealing the MiG-25, dispelling the MiG-25 phobia in the entire NATO camp."
Aramaki nodded: "These legends have basically no evidence. We are intellectually inclined to believe that this is a well-planned espionage operation rather than a feat accomplished by a single super spy, but... there is no evidence that this is not done by super spies. We The principle is that if there is no evidence to prove that it does not exist, a question mark should be placed.”
Kinma Yukio: "I see, let's talk about the threat of explosion. If that's not their real intention, then what's the purpose of this? Goofing around?"
"It's possible." Araki nodded, then looked at the wall clock on the wall, "After a while, they should create another explosion, proving that their threat is real, a real threat."
As soon as the words fell, someone knocked on the door of Ma Xingxiong's office.
"Come in."
As soon as Xingxiong Jinma answered the door, the door was opened, and a young criminal policeman rushed in to report: "The police are watching Jinma, the reporters are starting to gather!"
Jin Ma Xingxiong stood up, went to the window and opened a corner of the curtain, and looked towards the police station entrance.
A van with the logo of Fuji Broadcasting, one of the four major private broadcasting bureaus, was parked on the side of the road, and the female reporter in charge of the broadcast was touching up her makeup beside the van.
While Ma Xingxiong was observing, the second reporting vehicle stopped at the gate of the police station.
Then Ma Xingxiong also saw a photographer with a "long gun and short cannon" who had just got off at the bus stop next to the police station.
He was speechless.
"If it was me, a bomb would be detonated at the gate of the police station at this time." He whispered.
At this time, he noticed that the gate of the police station was opposite, and a bicycle delivering ramen was parked on the side of the road. The box containing the ramen was still hanging on the back seat, but the rider was nowhere to be seen.
This lonely bicycle parked on the side of the road really looks too out of harmony.
"Damn." Jin Ma Xingxiong cursed, turned around and picked up the inside line, "Guardian, do you see a bicycle delivering ramen parked there across the road? Go check it out! No, don't check it out, drive the crowd away, I'm here Let the bomb disposal experts go."
**
As soon as the executive editor, Hisurai, rushed to the gate of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters with his camera assistant and writers, he saw a bomb disposal expert in a potbellied explosion-proof suit running towards the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters carrying a ramen delivery box.
"What the hell?" Jiu Lai glanced at the colleagues who had already gathered at the door, and pulled one casually, "Hey, what's going on?"
"I'm just a cameraman." The one held by him said, "I have no right to say what's going on, you should ask her, she has the right to decide whether to tell you or not."
Jiu Lai followed the cameraman's line of sight and found that it was an old acquaintance, so he stepped forward and patted the shoulder: "Hey, what's going on?"
"It's you." Sato reporter from Fuji Broadcasting glanced at Kulai, "I just dismantled a bomb, put it in the ramen box, hung it on the back seat of a bicycle, and placed it right where we are standing now. far away."
Kulai was stunned: "Isn't it? The editor-in-chief... let us interview this?"
**
Yukio Kakima looked at the dismantled bomb while listening to the report of the bomb disposal expert.
"The equivalent of this thing should not be large, and even if it detonates, there won't be many casualties." Arakimaki said beside him, "It's just used to put pressure on us."
Detective Komoriyama Daisuke muttered: "Is this really a bluff?"
Kinma Yukio: "Whether it is or not, we have seized a bomb. Let's try to see if we can find anything based on this clue. In addition, we will ask hotels in the whole of Osaka Prefecture to see if they have seen it. to some strange person."
Daisuke Komoriyama: "There are so many hotels in Osaka, it takes a lot of time to ask each one..."
"Then call in more manpower! Now set up the search headquarters immediately, use the small auditorium as the venue, gather all the telephone landlines that can be searched in the bureau now, one person per landline, press the yellow leaf to call the hotel in the mansion. "
"yes."
To investigate a major case, the Japanese police first set up a search headquarters, find a large room, set up tables and equipment from scratch, and arrange everything, and then the personnel will drive in and start investigating the case.
They are undoubtedly professional in this regard, and they are quick and good. No police organization in any other country can be faster and better than them.
Because the police in other countries directly investigate the case and do not do this.
At the order of Kumoma Yukio, the entire Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters took action. The staff of the General Affairs Division and the criminal police of the Search Division all went into battle to move tables and equipment.
In this way, 40 minutes passed, the search headquarters was set up, and the criminal police began to work.
**
Here, Kiryu and Ma just finished visiting the first destination of the day.
He glanced at Nanjo, then at the positions of Daimon Goro and Tachibana teacher, then took Nanjo's hand and hid directly.
The chairman glanced at where they were hiding, and waved gently.
Then the chairman followed the brigade and boarded the bus.
Pulling Nanjo with the horse, squatting in the shadow of hiding, looking in the direction of the bus.
He was a little worried that Yamada Yang would spoil it with his big mouth.
However, nothing of the kind happened. The bus full of students started to move quickly, and the three buses left the parking lot one file at a time.
He Ma: "Okay, let's go, let's go to see 'Big Root'."
"You are really looking forward to this meeting." Nanjo looked at Kazuma's face, "I feel that you have become more radiant."
"Huh, really?" He Ma touched his face.
Nanjo nodded again and again: "Well, really. You... so you like SF (science fiction) so much?"
In my previous life, I bought a sci-fi world with Ma for 13 years, from the third grade of elementary school to my graduation from college. To put it bluntly, he is indeed a senior sci-fi fan.
But to be honest, the sci-fi world after 2005 has not been very attractive, and Hema's interest has gradually shifted to fantasy works such as Kyushu Fantasy.
Regarding Nanjo's question, Kazuma hesitated for a while, and then thought that in foreign countries, there is actually no clear distinction between science fiction and fantasy, and they are both regarded as "fantasy novels".
So he nodded with Ma: "Yes, I like SF very much."
You can't say that you are going on a "pilgrimage", can you
Embark on a pilgrimage to gain 100 piety...
Hema pulled Nanjo to the bus station.
Although Nanjo is very rich, Hema thinks that he should spend his own money on a date, but he is so poor that he can only take the bus.
While waiting for the bus, He Ma heard two people dressed as office workers chatting next to him: "Recently, I always dream of a large number of fish with arms and legs rushing up from the sea, which is very scary."
"What? Did you just see that B-movie?"
"What B-movie?"
He Ma glanced at the two office workers.
He probably guessed which B-movie it was.
It is indeed a B-movie that will make you crazy and lose your sanity after watching it, and then have nightmares.
"I...maybe I've seen it." The office worker who had a nightmare touched his head, "My girlfriend likes to watch B-grade movies. Recently, when I go home, I'm always drunk, and I may watch it with her in a state of deliriousness. How many? I can’t remember, and she hasn’t come to my house for several days, and she would definitely call and chat with me until late at night, but now it’s as if she disappeared.”
He Ma couldn't help but look at the office worker a few more times.
**
Li Zhenghe was speechless: "There was no explosion."
He no longer looks at his watch.
"It looks like the bomb at the gate of the Osaka Police Headquarters has been confiscated. They should follow the clues to find the garage soon. When they start exchanging fire, the Osaka Prefectural Police will definitely mobilize as much police force as possible to the garage." Li Zhenghe Glancing at Xing Jishang, "We will act at that time."
"What if they didn't touch it so quickly?"
"Then we will start later. Considering our manpower, whether we start at 12:00 noon or 6:00 pm, the difference in the number of hostages we can control in the end will not be too big. Just don't wait until seven or eight o'clock when all the people are gone. Just do it again."
Li Zhenghe leaned back on the back of the sofa, looking at his subordinates who were still memorizing the details of Korean life in the manual.
"Remember to burn all the manuals later. Also, be careful, don't two people memorize the contents of the same manual. When both of them are captured, the Japanese ask 'do you two live in the same manual? Together', 'Still having sex with the same girlfriend?' That would be embarrassing."
Everyone laughed together.
**
Ding Zaixu was eating popcorn while watching a B-movie on TV.
He loved this way of life to death. When he was in his hometown, the most exciting entertainment was to watch the performance of the Putianbao Orchestra.
At that time, he fell in love with the rock and roll of the Putianbao Orchestra, but now that he came out, he realized that he was so innocent at that time.
At that time, he still believed that music was the love of his life, but now he has not played music for a long time - watching B-grade movies, or going to the custom shop of Cangtianjue, isn't it good
Ding Zaixu is immersed in the B-grade movie, he has seen this movie several times, and then there will be his favorite violent scene... I really want to try the same thing in reality if I have the chance.
At this time, Shi Enzhou, who had been staying in the back room, opened the door, walked out unsteadily, and went to the door.
"Wait a minute!" Ding Zaixu yelled, taking the remote control to stop the video recorder, "Where are you going?"
"Buy cigarettes." Shi Enzhou answered lightly.
"I have this!" Ding Zaixu stood up and rushed over, grabbed Shi Enzhou, took out more than half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed them into Shi Enzhou's hand.
Shi Enzhou stared at the cigarette in his hand for a second, then turned around and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then slowly fumbled in his pocket.
Ding Zaixu looked at Shi Enzhou from the side. Xing Jishang had told him in the morning to keep an eye on Shi Enzhou and send him away with a silenced pistol if necessary.
Ding Zaixu didn't have any resistance to shooting a companion who was already a little bit wrong-it would save money for himself, so why not do it
But now, Ding Zaixu was suddenly a little curious, wanting to know what happened to Shi Enzhou.
"Brother Enzhou, have you often seen hallucinations recently?"
Shi Enzhou glanced at Ding Zaixu: "Why, you want to laugh at me?"
"No, just curiosity. What did you... see in the hallucination?"
Shi Enzhou was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "It's hard for me to describe to you, language is based on logic, but hallucinations have no logic."
As he spoke, Shi Enzhou raised his hand and tapped his temple with his index finger.
"Even if I wanted to describe it to you, it would be difficult for me to do so. So, have you seen Picasso's paintings?"
"It's included in the textbook, as a model for criticizing exaggerated Western art." Ding Zaixu said.
"It's kind of like that. They're like running out of Grznica, no, ten times weirder than that. I know they're not real things, so I'm not afraid of them, but I often see them make I'm... getting a little weird."
"This, this way..."
Shi Enzhou fell into deep thought, scratched his neck with his hand, and said while scratching: "I think it may be the reason why I accidentally took a lot of industrial alcohol as wine when I was drinking. It may also be because it has been more than ten years. Before, the sequelae of the injury suffered during the Yanagawa group's encirclement and suppression battle.
"What is the cause, I am too lazy to explore.
"Anyway, I'm seeing more and more hallucinations now, more and more frequently, but it's no problem, taking sedatives can effectively suppress them."
Just as Ding Zaixu was about to say something, he noticed that Shi Enzhou's hands had been picking at his neck, and the skin had been torn and bleeding was coming out.
For some reason, this scene made Ding Zaixu feel a little creepy.
Shi Enzhou noticed Ding Zaixu's gaze, and only then did he react. He stopped scratching his neck, calmly picked up the tissue box on the table, took two tissues and pressed them on his neck.
"Sorry." Shi Enzhou said, "It's too itchy, if you don't pay attention, you will become addicted to it."
Ding Jae-wook: "It's okay. Don't you... don't light cigarettes?"
"Oh yes, I was looking for matches... Strange, where did my matches go?"
Ding Zaixu took out the lighter, clicked it on, and stretched out the flame in front of Shi Enzhou.
"Thank you." Shi Enzhou lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, exhaled a smoke ring, and watched it rise.
And Ding Zaixu silently decided not to talk to Shi Enzhou in the future.
If Shi Enzhou made any strange moves again, he would draw out his gun and shoot without hesitation.