At eight o'clock in the morning, Kiryu Kazuma, who was doing morning exercises, watched the sleepy-eyed Kitagawa Sayori appear in the corridor outside the door of the dojo.
"Beichuan, do you need Nanjo's car to take you to school?" Hema asked.
Beichuan Shaxuri gave Ma a blank look: "I don't need to worry about that, I haven't changed my school uniform yet, and I'm going to school in my current clothes, which drives the dean crazy."
"Then take you home to change?" He Ma asked again.
"Are you an idiot? In this case, of course I'm skipping the morning class. I'm going to wait for the morning rush hour to pass, then take the tram home to change clothes, and then go to class leisurely."
He Ma: "Skipping class is bad."
"I want you to take care of it."
"Okay, I don't care. I impromptuly wrote the main theme for Anno-san's movie yesterday, come and help me compose the next song."
"Why should I arrange music for you!" Kitagawa Sayori shouted impatiently, "Climb!"
After she finished speaking, she headed towards the bathroom.
Hema scratched his head. He originally thought that Kitagawa Saori would come over and arrange the music while scolding, and become Hema's exclusive arranger, but he didn't expect that this trick would not work.
It seems that the favorability is not enough.
It doesn't matter to Ma, anyway, there will definitely be professional sound supervisors and arrangers to help him in the future, and he only needs to direct these people to create the music in his impression.
At this time, He Ma's idea is to finish the life-and-death battle of the cyberpunk swordsman whose name has not yet been determined, and then retire to the world and concentrate on the throne of the police chief.
So he didn't think about learning to arrange music by himself, anyway, it's over when it's done.
In the future, learn a shakuhachi, arty part-time job to brush BUFF and you're done.
While thinking about it, Hema continued to swing his sword - this kind of basic training cannot be lost, and Hema suspected that if he didn't do basic training, he would lose his kendo level experience and so on.
He didn't want to wait until he lost his experience before starting to feel distressed.
At this time, Honami Nanjo came to the kendo field and smiled when she saw Kazuma: "It's been a long time since I did morning exercises with you, let me come together."
"Okay, welcome." Hema said with a smile.
**
At ten o'clock in the morning, the headquarters building of the Sakurada Gate Metropolitan Police Department.
The Kandagawa Serial Murder Case Special Investigation Headquarters is holding a general investigation meeting.
This meeting used the stepped conference room used for the press conference, and Wuyang Wuyang was full of people.
A row of high-ranking officials from the Metropolitan Police Department sat on the rostrum, and the meeting was presided over by the Metropolitan Police Department's Kato Kato. The gold watch on his wrist could be clearly seen even off the stage.
There are three other high-level people wearing gold watches like this on the rostrum, and the only one who does not have a gold watch sits at the very edge.
"Let's get started." Kato motioned to the Metropolitan Police Department who presided over the meeting to search for the first section chief.
So the meeting began, and each search team took turns to report yesterday's situation.
Shimakata Yoshiaki was the first to report because he was responsible for the on-site investigation of the latest victim.
After everyone finished speaking, Police Officer Kato said, "It seems that there is no decisive progress. The island police department, what do you think of the latest victim?"
"I don't have any opinion. If it is a separate case, I have already judged it to be suicide and started writing the closing report."
Shimakata Yoshiaki's words immediately aroused a lot of discussion.
At this time, someone in the back row raised his hand.
Police officer Kato pointed to the back row: "You tell me your opinion."
It looked like he couldn't remember the name of the person sitting in the back, so that was all.
A young man stood up in the back row and said loudly: "I think, could it be some kind of imitator? Only the first victim committed suicide, and the others committed suicide by imitating the victim?"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, someone immediately refuted: "We haven't released the details of the serial killings, how can they imitate them?"
The young man argues: "The crime took place in Kandagawa, and as an area where college students live, their rumors spread faster than ordinary communities.
"The victim is also a member of an underground band. These people already have a wide range of underground information dissemination channels, and it is very likely that they will spread to the fan base through other band members!"
Police officer Kato raised one hand to signal the young man not to continue.
"What's your name?" Police Officer Kato asked.
"My name is Mu Suisan, the Minister of Police Rank Inspection." The young man replied.
"Your idea is interesting, Minister of Inspectorate, but it will not help our search. Does anyone have any other ideas?"
Policeman Kato scanned the audience, and finally his eyes reluctantly settled on the gongans in the corner of the venue, and he called the names of those who raised their hands: "Aramaki, what do you want to say?"
"I want to say that this may be a suicide incident. Ghost-like characters were found at the scene of the suicide, and the death method of entering the refrigerator and freezing yourself to death is also very **** style. They will pass this strange Actions to pursue a sense of ritual... ”
Someone yelled to interrupt Huangjuan's words: "Baga, you just want to turn the case into a rape case and lead the search, right?"
"Do you still want to say that this ** may be supported by the KGB?"
Aramaki said calmly, "It could also be the CIA, they are very good at these things."
At this time, Police Officer Kato said: "Until we find more evidence, we still believe that this is a serial killing incident caused by a pathological serial killer. If Gongan has any information that can prove that this is a religious incident , welcome to share with us.”
Aramaki: "There is no information about this yet."
After speaking, he sat down directly.
As soon as Shimagata Yoshiaki looked back at Aramaki, the detective Shiratori sitting next to him tilted his head and said to him, "I feel like Aramaki is holding something in his hand."
This kind of search meeting does not strictly arrange seats according to departments, so Shiratori from Class 4 has the opportunity to sit next to Shimaka from Class 1.
Shimagata Yoshiaki replied: "They want to share information with us openly, but I will suspect that there is fraud in it."
"Even if we share it, we won't say it at the meeting, but use a fax machine." Shiratori said in a teasing tone.
Yoshiaki Shimagata smiled.
Shiratori Akira continued: "But the search now has indeed reached a dead end. There is no murder weapon. No matter how the forensic autopsy looks, it looks like suicide..."
Yoshiaki Shimagata interrupted Shiratori: "I think it is also possible that the victim walked into the refrigerator by himself under coercion, and then the refrigerator was sealed..."
Shiratori interrupted Yoshiaki Shimagata in turn: "How do you explain that there are no traces of struggle?"
"At the beginning, I may have knocked on the refrigerator door to pray, and then I was deprived of strength by the cold, so I could only curl up and wait to die." Yoshiaki Shimakata replied.
"In that case, how can it be possible that there are no bruises on the hands? With the support of the desire to survive, people will explode with strength beyond imagination. There must be bruises on the hands."
Shimakata Yoshiaki didn't answer, because he didn't know what was going on.
For the next hour, the search session drew to a close in a sterile hypothesis-rejection cycle.
Shimakata Yoshiaki was actually not particularly depressed. As a veteran of the Metropolitan Police Department, he was used to such fruitless search meetings.
Once the case is so serious that it is necessary to establish a search headquarters, the speed of detection of the case will drop unprecedentedly. This is already the norm for the Japanese police.
According to Shimakata Yoshiaki's idea, it is the most effective way to form a task force with capable personnel and give special powers to special affairs. However, this is not feasible in modern Japanese bureaucracies.
To coordinate the joint actions of various departments, there must be a search headquarters, so that there is a place for consultation between departments.
Then everything is bound to slow down.
After the meeting, Yoshiaki Shimagata stopped Shiratori Akira who was about to leave, and asked, "Did you really find nothing over there? There is no information about Jidao either?"
Jidao is also very annoyed by serial killers like this. After all, Jidao still pursues order, which can be regarded as lawful and evil. They can't stand chaotic and evil guys like serial killers.
Therefore, when the Japanese police encounter any serial murder cases, they will ask Jidao to help collect information.
Jidao is also willing to sell face to the police, so that he can talk and do things better in the future.
This is the main reason why Shiratori from Search Section 4 was put into the search headquarters.
Shiratori shook his head and pointed to the smoking area next to him.
Shimakata Yoshiaki understood, and followed Shiratori into the smoking area, then took the cigarette handed by Shiratori, then took out his own zipo lighter and lit it, and shared the flame with Shiratori.
After putting on the lighter, Shiratori said: "The Kanto United is now busy dealing with the two new foreign gangs."
"Korean and Chinese?"
"Yeah, young people don't talk about martial arts, and the Kwantung United has suffered several blows."
"You mean, the Kanto United can't help you with this incident?"
"I mean, this incident may be related to the Korean Zhenquan Association and the Chinese Fushou Gang. There is reliable news that not long before the serial murder incident, there was a popular underground band in the Kanda River area. New narcotics…”
Shiratori said that his voice gradually became weaker, and Yoshiaki Shimagata took up the conversation: "You suspect that these incidents are related to each other, and the anesthetic is sold by the Zhenquan Association or the Fushou Gang?"
"That's what I think, but... Aramaki's state today, I know that guy, he will say this, which shows that he already has someone to suspect."
"Is it the idea to instigate people to enter the refrigerator to commit suicide? Maybe you can consult a religious expert?"
"Maybe." Shiratori shrugged, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, patted Yoshiaki Shimakata on the shoulder, and turned to leave the smoking area.
His partner Takayama Detective and Shimagata Yoshiaki's partner Gyoda Keishi were waiting outside.
**
As the time progressed to the afternoon, Kiryu Kawa immediately finished his one-day course at Dongda University, and directly grabbed his classmate, who was also a freshman in the Kendo Department, and said, "Go and tell the minister, I have something to do today, and I need to ask for leave for club activities."
Although the university clubs will also participate in various university competitions, the curriculum arrangements for everyone in the university are different, so the management of clubs in high schools is much more flexible than that of high school clubs.
If you have something to ask for a day off or something, there will be no seniors blocking you the next day asking why you skipped club activities.
After the classmate left with his leave information, Jinguji Tamamo asked, "I'm going to investigate, right?"
"Yes." Kazuma nodded, "Let's start with the underground band first. Chiyoko pretended to be interested in the underground band this morning, and got a lot of words from Kitagawa Saori. Let's go to the underground band as she said. Let’s take a look at the music house commonly used by several underground bands.”
Kazuma originally wanted to inquire about information from Kitagawa Saori himself, but he didn't expect Chiyoko to do it for him in the end.
But it may also be that Kitagawa Sayori was arrogant and told Chiyoko on purpose.
Jinguji Yuzao tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I'll go with you too. I'm not here. The two male seniors of the seminar should be able to breathe a sigh of relief."
Hema looked at Gongsi, thinking what you did to the seniors, could it be possible that the seniors kneeled on the ground and used them as chairs for you
I made up the Jingu Temple with the queen's posture with my brain, and it feels quite interesting.
Jinguji Tamamo patted Kazuma's forehead lightly with the book in his hand: "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking of the queen form where you used the two seniors as chairs." He Ma replied truthfully.
"So you want to see this, then let the two seniors..."
"No, no, no need to trouble the senior. I don't want to see it that much, so let's go without talking nonsense."
"Do you go by bus or subway?"
"Of course, Nanjo's car is too conspicuous, so I asked her not to send a car today." He Ma said.
Jinguji Tamamo blinked, then put the Bunko novel that he had been holding back into his schoolbag.
Today's Yuzao is wearing a plain dress, she looks like a young lady who is out for an outing, and she still smells good.
"Then this is a date!" she said, "How about we part first and then meet in front of the Hachiko statue?"
Hema complained: "We're going directly to Kanda River, the loyal dog Hachiko is in Shibuya, it's a long way around."
Jinguji Tamamo shrugged: "Okay."
He Ma felt that she seemed a little lost, so he said, "Why don't we say goodbye at the door and meet at a place near Kanda River? Also stipulate the line of meeting, 'Have you been waiting for a long time?'"
"I just arrived too." Jinguji Yuzao said.
He Ma scratched his head: "You have finished your lines, so let's go straight to the next step."
"You mean to watch a movie?"
"Going to visit the underground band!" He Ma corrected.
The two chatted like this, while leaving the campus of Dongda University.
**
To be honest, Kiryu and Ma have never been to an underground band in their lifetime.
He has been to the Midi Music Festival, but he didn't go to see underground bands, he only went to see long-established "ground" bands, such as zero or black panther.
The most underground band he had ever heard was probably the Universal Youth Hostel, but this one became popular later and became an underground band.
He and Ma also went to the music festival held by Cui Jian once. This time, he must have gone to see Cui Jian. What kind of flower house girl, fake monk, listened to these, all famous songs that are popular all over the country.
He Ma's impressions of underground band performances are basically from film and television and animation works.
For example, "Saga Idol", the kind of underground band performance where the head falls off, Kazuma still wants to watch it once.
Now that I entered this LIVEHOUSE with Ma, the first feeling is dark and stuffy.
Obviously the ventilation here is not very good.
There was already a band on stage, but only the drummer was playing, and the rest of the band gathered to smoke and chat.
This band looks quite visual, and the guitarist simply dresses up like an enemy soldier in Fist of the North Star, and the moment he appears on the stage, he will be told "you are dead".
At the beginning, the band members didn't even notice that Kazuma and Jinguji Tamamo entered the livehouse. It wasn't until Kazuma got close to the stage that no one saw Jinguji next to Kazuma.
He whistled a frivolous whistle.
He Ma has heard such a saying in his life: most of the so-called music players are bastards, thinking about sex every day.
He Ma originally thought this was too subjective, but now with the group of people in front of him, he suddenly felt that the statement he heard in his previous life might be true.
At this time, the only one among the musicians who did not hang the instrument turned around, and then came to Kazuma and squatted down, but his eyes were all on Jinguji: "Hey, here is a lost kitten."
"Sorry, I'm a canine." Jinguji Tamamo said with a smile.
The musician laughed loudly, turned around and said loudly to his friends: "She said she was a canine! There are still some who admit that they are bitches..."
Before he finished speaking, he flew backwards, knocked down the sound mixer placed on the edge of the stage, and then flipped back for another round before lying on the ground without moving.
He Ma put the bamboo knife on his shoulder, looked at the musicians who hadn't recovered from their senses, and said, "Who else has a dirty mouth?"
Others looked at Kazuma, as if he had been hit by a hold spell, and suddenly someone shouted: "Ah! You are that... that Kiryu Kazuma!"
"Yes, I am the savior of Osaka, the recipient of the Kuixing Banner..."
"He is that Kiryu Kazuma." Jinguji Tamamo interrupted Kazuma's chant again.
"Don't keep tearing me down, Yamato Nadeko."
"It's Yamato Nadeko's task not to let her husband get too carried away."
"But I'm not your husband." He Ma said.
Jinguji Tamamo just smiled and didn't speak.
Shrugging with the horse, he decided not to expand in this direction, and he strode straight to the stage as high as his chest.
The musicians all showed fear, only the drummer continued to play the drums, as if nothing had happened.
Hema took two steps forward, and suddenly found that the eyes of the group of musicians had moved from him to the side, so he turned his head in doubt, just in time to see Jinguji Yuzao struggling to climb onto the stage.
He Ma: "There are stairs over there."
"I've already crawled." Jinguji said as he bent down and patted the dust on his skirt.
Hema took a step sideways a moment before she bent down, blocking the sight of others.
"Thank you." When Jinguji straightened up, he smiled at Kazuma.
Hema turned around and looked at the musicians: "I'm here to ask you something. It is said that someone is selling a new kind of pill recently, saying that they can meet the god of music."
The guitarist who was dressed like Fist of the Hokuto asked, "Are you a jiaozi?"
"Not yet." Hema replied.
"Then why are you asking this?"
"I'm playing a detective game. If you don't tell me, my bamboo knife will let you experience the feeling of weightlessness."
"The feeling of weightlessness? I really want to experience it..."
"Stupid, he meant to let you fly and fall freely. What people experience in free fall is the feeling of weightlessness." The bassist twitched the back of the guitarist's head.
He Ma interrupted their interaction, and asked: "So, how can I buy the medicine that can meet the god of music?"
"You also want to meet the god of music?" the guitarist asked again.
"I don't want to, but if it allows me to meet the god of swordsmanship, I don't mind competing with the god of swordsmanship." He Ma said so, but he would never use this thing.
Because Ma and Ma had watched a lot of anti-drug promotional videos in their previous lives, and they had the impression that there were related promotional videos almost every year. I don’t know if it’s only in Guangdong, or if the whole country is so tight.
The school also organizes everyone to watch anti-drug movies from time to time, so anti-drug is engraved in Hema's DNA.
He Ma couldn't understand those public knowledge who demanded the legalization of drug use following the opening of the United States. He subjectively believed that these people may not have even attended elementary school, so they have not been baptized in anti-drug education.
When he became a policeman in the future, he and Ma would definitely follow the principle of killing one when they saw one.
No, you don't need to wait to be a policeman. During this investigation, you can just praise the person who sells this kind of music god by the way.
Facing the problem with the horse, the guitarist shook his head: "Give it up, no one will tell you how to get this thing, you beat us all to death, and you won't get any information."
"Really, then I'll give it a try." After talking with the horse, he suddenly exerted force and sent the guitarist flying away. Then he looked at the bass player, "What about you? Are you going to fly too?"
The bass player replied frankly: "I really don't know. It is said that the servants of the God of Music will guide those who also love music, but I obviously don't love music enough, so I didn't receive guidance."
Hema curled his lips, looked back at Gongji to ask for her opinion, and after meeting Jingongji's eyes, he replied: "I don't think he's lying."
In fact, He Ma also felt that the bass player was not lying.
"Family of the God of Music, and guidance, why does this feel more like a **** than a ****." He Ma muttered to himself.
Jinguji Yuzao: "It does feel like this. The current situation is very suitable as the opening chapter of Cthulhu's new ghost story. The strange beliefs that spread quietly, the dead with strange causes of death, this development continues, even if you see the octopus tentacle monster It's not surprising."
"Should I learn to sail a boat on land with one hand?" He Ma asked.
"It's okay to raise a vicious dog."
Jinguji Yuzao responded to the stalking with Ma, and suddenly she remembered that she just said that she was a canine, so she let out a "woof".
He Ma was shocked, how cute are you at this time
Look at the occasion! Aren't the Japanese the most concerned about air
At this time, Jinguji cleared his throat and winked at Kazuma.
Hema followed Jinguji's gaze and glanced at the drummer who was still playing, and understood what Jinguji meant in seconds.
In fact, he also had a similar idea: this drummer may be very fond of music because he plays to me so much.
And just now the bass player said that those who love music will be guided by the family of the God of Music.
The drummer seemed to be easily guided.
and the horse walked towards the drummer.
The drummer didn't look at Kazuma at all, and continued to play drums towards mine. In this stuffy space, the passionate drum sound was a bit out of place.
Standing still in front of the drum set, He Ma asked loudly, "Can I ask you a question?"
The drummer raised his eyes and glanced at Kazuma, but continued to play drums without replying.
It seems that drumming is the only meaning of his life.
But to be honest, He Ma always felt that there was something missing in this person's drumbeat.
Although the drums are very dense and powerful, Kazuma can't feel the surging vitality that he felt from the drums when he watched the movie "Burst Drummer".
Is it because the plot of the movie has a blessing effect on the male lead's drumbeat
Hema recalled what the bassist said just now: the servants of the god of music will guide those who love music—does this mean that those who sell this kind of thing will send those who encounter bottlenecks in music, People who are eager to break through should be the target
There is such a possibility.
He Ma decided to take a gamble, so he said contemptuously: "Your drum... sounds like it has no soul."
The drummer stopped and looked straight at Kazuma with anger in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Kazuma: "I'm Kiryu Kazuma, a musician. A super awesome musician."
Although Kazuma has decided to quit Anno and the others after finishing the animation, it is no problem to use the title of musician to get information.
Anyway, Kiryu and Ma didn't brag about this awesomeness, but someone else helped him brag about it, or it was in a professional music magazine.
The drummer sneered: "How dare a person who writes about music be called a musician?"
"But the music I wrote has been widely sung. Now, in the late-night music program, people call every day to find out where the stars are. You don't think I wrote them all, do you?"
He Ma also returned the drummer with a sneer: "And you are still playing the drums here, and no one is listening."
The drummer threw the sticks and stood up, as if to beat the horse.
The bass player rushed over and stopped him: "Don't! You can't beat him! The lead singer and guitarist are still lying unconscious on the ground!"
He Ma continued to sneer, and tried to make his son-in-law twist his lips.
Then he pointed at Jinguji Yuzao next to him: "My friend, I also have some experience in drumming, why don't you let her demonstrate it to you?"
The drummer looked at Tamamo Miyajima with hostility: "Her? Huh!"
Jinguji Yuzao looked at Kazuma with a troubled face: "I am better at playing taiko drums, but I have never played drums before."
He Ma: "It's all drums, you can do it!"
"Okay, I'll give it a try. Let me explain first, because it's the first time I'm playing, maybe I'm only a little better than him." Jinguji said.
Hema: NICE ridicule!
The drummer was full of hostility, directly gave up his position, and made a gesture of please to Jinguji Tamamo.
Jinguji Tamamo calmly took off the schoolbag and handed it to Kazuma, walked around behind the drum set, took the drumsticks from the drummer, and sat down.
"Let me see, what is this pedal for?"
She turned to the drummer.
Looking at her expression, He Ma thought that this would not be her first time playing drums, would she
It feels like she's quite excited
At this moment, Jinguji Tamamo's expression looked like a little boy who got a new toy.
The drummer didn't answer Jinguji's question, but still stared at her hostilely.
So Jinguji stepped on the pedals and tried it out, and the big drum at the bottom of the drum set made a thick sound.
"Oh, that's how it is." Jinguji changed the pedal, and one of the several cymbals was fired.
"Oh!" Jinguji was even happier.
After trying the pedals, start experimenting with the timbre of each drum one by one with the sticks.
The drummer finally got impatient: "Stop acting! Play if you know how to play! Get up if you don't know how to play!"
"It's indeed the first time I use this, I didn't play you. But this kind of thing, as long as you have enough experience in playing percussion instruments, it won't be difficult to learn. I have even played things like chimes and fou Woolen cloth."
Hema frowned, thinking, Nima, have you ever played foul? Is it the fou that King Qin played on King Zhao
While complaining in his heart, Hema held the bamboo knife firmly to prevent the drummer from doing bad things to Jinguji because he was too angry.
After all, Jinguji is the weakest girl in the dojo.
Finally, Jinguji Yuzao finished trying all the drums and cymbals. She put down the sticks and started to roll up her sleeves: "I totally understand! Look at mine!"