After running around for more than an hour, Saori Kitagawa led Kazuma to the Earth House.
It has something to do with Ma’s impression of the name Earth House, and it’s related to a Ghibli movie I’ve seen in my previous life. Pure youth among boys.
And there is a branch hidden in the movie, that is, the owner of a grocery store called Earth House had a fruitless love affair with a foreign lady when he was studying abroad when he was young.
Kazuma likes "Listening Ears" very much. Although this is not Kazuma's favorite Ghibli movie, it is because there are so many Ghibli classics that this work can only stand backward.
Those Ghibli works in front of "Listen to You" are all out of specification, "Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind", "Spirited Away", "Princess Mononoke", "My Neighbor Totoro", "Laputa in the Sky"...
Hema thinks that from the perspective of online articles, the soul of Ghibli, Mr. Hayao Miyazaki, is definitely a systematic person, "Ding, reward 100 points of inspiration attributes" "Ding, reward storyboard drafts of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation"...
On the other hand, my own cheating finger, which doesn't speak human words, may not be as good as Mr. Miyazaki's "protagonist hanging", but the old man's hanging is specialized in animation art.
By the way, Kazuma's favorite Ghibli work is "Porco Rosso", and he likes it more and more as he grows older.
The first time I saw this work when I was a child, I thought there was something wrong with it. How could a pig be the main character
Later, as Kazuma's own muscles became more relaxed and his beer belly became more and more magnificent, he also became more and more aware of the romance of "Porco Rosso".
A man will eventually become a pig, but as long as he holds the joystick, his flying heart will wake up. Under the old and loose skin, the sea breeze of the Adriatic Sea never stops.
"Porco Rosso" is a fairy tale for old men.
"May you still be a teenager when you come back."
But now, it's still too early for Hayao Miyazaki to make "Porco Rosso". The old man may have just reached middle age, and the current Hayao Miyazaki probably won't be able to make "Porco Rosso".
In fact, Kazuma flips through manga magazines from time to time recently. He has the impression that Hayao Miyazaki's Nausicaa manga was serialized in the magazine a long time ago, and the animation was made later.
But unfortunately, Kazuma did not find "Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind", nor did he hear the name Hayao Miyazaki.
Okada Koji and Anno Akito are deep nerds. If according to the history of the original world, Hayao Miyazaki will participate in the production of Lupine III and emerge, then Okada Koji and Anno Akito have no reason not to know this senior.
Not sure what went wrong.
But now, seeing the earth house in front of Kazuma, hope suddenly ignited again, because this earth house is too similar to "Listen to the Ear", maybe the old man Hayao Miyazaki saw the earth house in reality, so he made it in the animation There is also a whole one.
It’s just that the earth house in the animation is a grocery store, and it also does some work such as repairing clocks, music boxes, etc. The basement of the grocery store is the workshop for making and repairing violins.
This earth house, you can tell it is a piano shop from the window.
To be honest, the electric bass and electric guitars in this store are quite different from the retro decoration style of the store.
He Ma looked in the store through the window, but found no one.
"Where are people?" He asked Kitagawa Saori.
"I can't see that people are normal. I told the shopkeeper more than once that his shop is a paradise for thieves, and he doesn't even know about things being stolen." Saori Beichuan shrugged, "However, it may be because I often go in and out. This store, the thieves all stay away from this store."
Kazuma: "It is also possible that a thief was once broken by a shopkeeper using karate."
At level 51, beating ordinary people is not the same as playing.
"Why are you so sure that the shopkeeper knows karate? I also practice martial arts. Why don't I feel that the shopkeeper has any warrior temperament?"
He Ma thought it was because you didn't have golden fingers.
On the mouth and on the horse, he said: "Maybe it's because you haven't reached the point where mind and skill are integrated."
"Then what is the unity of mind and skill, does it really exist?" Beichuan Saori glanced at Kazuma, and without waiting for Kazuma to answer, he pushed open the glass door of the Earth House.
When the door was pushed open, the bell hanging on the door rang to remind the owner of the arrival of guests.
However, no one came out to greet the guests.
Kazuma followed behind Saori Kitagawa and entered the Earth House.
He was completely on guard, and turned around and ran away if the situation was not good.
After all, the Earth House entry that He Ma saw on the head of the shopkeeper said "an ordinary piano shop".
This golden finger doesn't speak human language, and this piano shop is probably not ordinary.
He Ma originally believed so firmly.
However, as far as Ma Gang entered the store and saw, this is indeed an ordinary piano store.
Beichuan Saori opened his voice and shouted: "Old man! Come out to pick up the guests!"
No one came out.
Beichuan Saori said to Kazuma: "Look around casually, I will go to the back to find someone. I guess I fell asleep in the recliner again."
"Oh, good." He Ma nodded and continued to observe the situation in the store.
Kazuma saw a handful of shamisen sitting on a special shelf above the counter.
In this room of Western musical instruments, there is such a shamisen, it is difficult not to attract attention.
He Ma stepped forward and carefully observed the shamisen, but with his pure layman's eyes, he couldn't see any problem.
There is no decoration on the shell of the shamisen, and there is no such thing as a family pattern, and the inscription of the maker cannot be found.
Things made by famous Japanese craftsmen will definitely leave traces such as inscriptions. This behavior itself will "appreciate" the item.
This is true for swordsmiths, and the same must be true for craftsmen who make shamisen.
Kazuma reached for the shamisen and turned it over—
"This is rumored to be a work from the Asuka era." Suddenly, an old and thick voice came into Hema's ear.
He Ma turned his head violently, and saw the old drummer who had seen it before, coming out of the shop.
Behind the old man, Saori Kitagawa winked desperately, seeing that it meant Kazuma quickly put down the shamisen and apologized to the old man.
Hema put the shamisen carefully, and then smiled at the old man: "In the Asuka era, there was shamisen..."
"Are you an idiot? How could there be? I'm just trying to see the knowledge of the University of Tokyo. However, this one of mine can be regarded as a guqin." The old man walked behind the counter and stroked the shamisen affectionately.
"Unfortunately, one string is missing, so I can't play it anymore."
He Ma frowned, and glanced at the large guitar strings hanging on the shelf next to the counter.
After all, the piano store, of course, sells "consumables" such as strings.
"A special qin, of course, needs special strings." The old man said, and then he didn't seem to intend to get entangled in this aspect, so he directly changed the subject, "What's your business to come to me, Kiryu and Mr. Ma."
The sudden honorific caught He Ma a little off guard, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't dare to take it. Old man, I'm here..."
"He said you know karate." Sayori Kitagawa snapped, "And you are a very powerful master."
The owner frowned slightly, looked at Kazuma again, and obviously softened his tone when he spoke again: "Tell me, I look like a karate master."
"I don't know, it's just a feeling." That's all He Ma could say.
You can't just say "Hello, I can see the entry, thank you", right
The shopkeeper stared at Kazuma for a while, then sighed softly: "Yes, I know a little about karate. But I have given up martial arts for many years."
Give up martial arts for many years and return to level 51
"Right now, I'm just a playful old urchin, a drummer who is constantly in the rain. If Mr. Kiryu came here to talk about martial arts, then I can only issue an order to drive away."
Kazuma hurriedly said: "No, Bu Dao is confirmed by the way. I want to ask your opinion on the recent incident of the God of Music."
"I have no opinion." The store owner replied quickly, "There is no god in this world. If there is, then the goal of rock and roll is to kill him. Walking on the road of rock and roll, but pinning the hope of entering the music hall on gods, this kind of rubbish I don't even bother to look at them."
He Ma wanted to remind the old man that what he just said was his opinion on the God of Music, so it was not that he had no opinion, he was contradicting himself.
But after looking at the old man's 51-level karate level, He Ma felt that the old man was right, but he just didn't think so.
He Mazheng wanted to make a side note from another angle, but the old man asked: "How long have you... been acting with Sha Xuli?"
He Ma didn't expect the other party to ask this question, and he was stunned for a second before answering: "It's been a week, mainly to find bands that may be involved with the god of music. But except for the original URB band, other It's all gone."
The old man looked at Saori Beichuan, and then asked Kazuma: "Didn't you sing together?"
He Ma: "Uh... all running around, so no."
The old man curled his lips and changed the subject abruptly: "Choose a piano."
He Ma: "Huh?"
Beichuan Saori was also confused: "Old man, what are you doing?"
"Stop talking nonsense, choose a violin." The old man came out from behind the counter, came to the violin stand, thought for a while, then took down a violin and handed it to Kazuma, "I think this one is very good. He and Sha Xu The new violin in it is just right to form a match."
Hema didn't pick up the guitar, waved his hand and said, "I don't know how to play the guitar, besides, it usually goes with the guitar, isn't it the bass?"
The old shopkeeper looked at Kazuma unabashedly with the eyes of sand sculptures.
Kitagawa Saori explained: "It is very common for two guitars to form a pairing in a rock band. The bass often forms a rhythm instrument group with the drum set, but it is rarely said to be paired with the lead guitar."
Kazuma: "I see, Beth should come with Mikako."
"Mikako is... ah, she, does she also play music? It doesn't look like it." Kitagawa Saori was also a woman who attended a pajama party at the Kiryu Dojo, so she naturally knew Mikako.
But she obviously didn't get to the point of horse.
Kazuma was about to share knowledge about Mikako’s status in Kiryu Dojo with Sayori Kitagawa, when the owner of Earth House interrupted him: “Are you going to pick up the guitar or not? Being a man is a little bit more responsible.”
He Ma didn't know why this would involve a man's responsibility, but now he doesn't like others to question his responsibility, so he immediately took over the guitar.
Hema held the guitar and looked at the old man: "Then?"
Old man: "Nonsense, memorize it! Have you never seen how to memorize a guitar?"
Because the old man spoke too forcefully, He Ma didn't even refute, and obediently carried the guitar on his back—of course he had seen how to recite the guitar, and he had seen Bushming playing and singing on TV a few days ago.
The old man took down another guitar by himself: "Come on, let me teach you how to play some basic chords."
He Ma: ? ? ?
Not only Hema was confused, but also Saori Kitagawa: "Why? So many people came to ask you to teach guitar, but you refused!"
The old man ignored Beichuan Saori, but stared at Kazuma: "Just be more straightforward, do you want to learn?"
Kazuma looked at the 51-level karate above the old man's head again. However, to be honest, there is no reason to refuse someone who teaches me something for free. The problem is that the timing is not right now.
"Well, I have to investigate the serial murder case..."
"Are you a policeman?" the old man asked.
And the horse shook his head.
"No, not yet."
The old man asked again: "Then you are a detective?"
"No, of course not."
"Then what murder case are you investigating? What does this have to do with you?"
Kazuma: "Uh... because you can't ignore Tokyo's tomorrow?"
The old man looked at Kazuma for the third time, and then grinned at Kazuma: "Unexpectedly, you are very rock and roll. Looking at the songs you wrote before, I thought you were a sissy love song writer."
He Ma recalled the songs he had "published" until now, and thought that the ones I "copied" now are not a bitch, and I didn't copy "Light Spot", right
But the old man's smile was fleeting, and the next moment he asked He Ma seriously: "Are you going to learn or not?"
In fact, Hema really wants to learn. He has been practicing the harmonica for a year and his skills have reached the top level among amateur players. He also has the idea of learning other instruments.
After going to university, the pressure of schoolwork is much less than when preparing for the exam. In addition to practicing swords in my spare time, it is also good to learn a musical instrument.
Learning a musical instrument helps to improve your compulsion, and high compulsion is more likely to get a strong entry—that's how He Ma understands it.
So He Ma nodded: "Okay, I will learn."
It shouldn’t be a problem to leave the investigation for a day. If something big happens and you need to do it yourself, Detective Shiratori will call—wait, it seems a bit strange to say this, it feels like Kiryu and Ma have become the Metropolitan Police Department like thighs...
Received Kazuma's affirmative answer, the old man plucked the strings and played a quick impromptu.
To be honest, this paragraph is a bit cool.
Reminds Kazuma of the famous guitar SOLO in "Through The Fire And Flames" by the Dragon Force Band.
He Ma: "We won't learn from this passage, will we?"
"What are you thinking? It's too early for you to play this part."
"Then when will I be able to play like this?"
The old man looked at Hema and said, "Learn to crawl first, then walk."
"Wait, it's not usually said that way, it's not usually said..."
The old man interrupted Hema's conversation, looked at Beichuan Saori and said, "Saori, you come too."
"Eh? Shall I come too?"
"Yes, how can the band not have a lead singer, come on."
He Ma: "I don't know a single chord, it's too early to start a band, right?"
"It's simple. I'll teach you a basic chord first, and you can just repeat the chord later. I'll be in charge of the other parts, and Sasuke will hum. I always think that in music education, It is very important for beginners to have a sense of participation and understand the beauty of music.”
The old man took two high stools, one for Hema and the other for him to sit on, and then dragged Beichuan Saori between them.
"You play this chord." The old man said and demonstrated it to Kazuma, "For Jian Hao, this is very simple, right?"
He Ma: "Is there a logical connection?"
"Of course there is. Swordsmen have very flexible fingers and good hand coordination. After all, it is very important to change the gesture of the knife-hand at any time in a real sword battle."
Hema raised his eyebrows, and followed the chords that the old man played just now.
It felt a little weird, but somehow it popped up.
Old man: "Sure enough, the simplest chord is not difficult for you. Then you just keep repeating this chord, pay attention to the rhythm and beat."
Speaking of which, the old man stood up, took a metronome, adjusted it, and placed it on the small table beside Hema.
The pendulum of the metronome began to swing back and forth, making a clicking sound.
The old man followed the rhythm of the metronome and demonstrated the chord again.
Came here once like Ma Yi, but it was obviously rushed.
"It's okay, it's normal for beginners to rush to shoot, just play more." The old man waved his hand, and then said to Saori Kitagawa, "Country Road."
"Hey, do you want to sing in English? I can't speak English anymore." Saori Kitagawa shook her head like a rattle.
"The Japanese version that sings Xiaoxia's lyrics is also fine."
He Ma frowned slightly.
Xiaoxia
"The version she wrote lyrics also has an English part." Kitagawa Saori frowned.
"It's just the word 'countryroad'. It's fine, Mr. Kiryu won't care about it."
"That's not the problem! I..." Beichuan Saori glanced at Kazuma, and changed the expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "Okay, I'll just sing."
The old man clapped his hands, sat back on the high stool, and said to Kazuma: "You are a beginner, start first, and we will meet again when you get used to the rhythm."
Hema nodded, and began to play the chord just now to the rhythm of the metronome.
It turned out to be wrong the first time.
The old man said: "It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, keep going. Don't stop!"
"Understood, I will work hard." Hema replied, continuing to repeat the chords.
He repeated it several times, and gradually felt that he had grasped the essentials. At this time, the old man nodded to Saori Kitagawa.
So Saori Kitagawa opened her voice: "Countryroad~ Tekomi Red..."
Japanese English pronunciation and Ma almost laughed out loud.
"He laughed at me!" Kitagawa Saori stopped and pointed at Kazuma.
He Ma: "No, I just thought of happy things."
"What happy thing?" Kitagawa Saori was unexpectedly cooperative.
But I can't keep up with the horse all of a sudden, I can't say "my fox is pregnant", right
The old man coughed: "Be serious. Come back with Ma!"
Hema nodded obediently, and resumed playing the chord that had just been broken.
The old man glanced at Saori Kitagawa who was full of displeasure.
The latter sighed and started all over again.
Kazuma didn't laugh this time, so Kitagawa Saori's humming continued.
The old man chose a suitable time to join in the performance, so the two guitars and the voice of heaven were combined into a moving ditty.
Hema was very surprised. He didn't expect that playing this simplest chord could really become a part of the music.
His fingers that plucked the strings also became more flexible and brisk.
He suspected that some temporary buff had been added to him.
At the end of the song, the old man asked He Ma: "How do you feel?"
He Ma replied truthfully: "I am touched. The seemingly plain and boring chords can actually become part of such a melody."
"This is the charm of music. However, there is a bad trend now. Composers are valued, and arrangers and orchestrators are underestimated. This is not good, very bad. I think a great composer must also be an arranger himself. And an expert in orchestration will do.
"Which of the great musicians in the past didn't write each part of the symphony by himself, researching where to match the violin, where to use the trumpet, and where to play the clarinet.
"Nowadays some composers don't know more than three kinds of instruments. It's ridiculous."
The old man was suddenly filled with righteous indignation.
He Ma complained: "You just said that, it's really rock and roll."
The old man glanced at Kazuma and laughed.
He Ma also laughed, and after laughing, he asked the question he was most worried about now: "This... guitar is expensive, right? Is it... gave it to me?"
"No." The old man shook his head.
He Ma's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to carefully take off the guitar—what if the paint is scratched off after memorizing it for a long time? What should I do if the sweat on my hands breaks the strings
The old man looked at Hema and continued, "This is your salary in advance."
Kazuma stopped his hand about to take off the guitar strap, and asked suspiciously, "What do you entrust me with?"
The old man smiled without saying a word, then turned to Saori Kitagawa: "By the way, the new vinyl of the Eagles has arrived."
"Really?" Kitagawa Saori was overjoyed, "I want to hear it!"
"I knew you wanted to listen, come here."
"I want to record it on tape and take it home to listen to!"
"Tapes are going to suck, haven't you convinced your dad to buy you a record player yet?"
The old man and Saori Kitagawa were talking while walking towards the record player in the corner of the shop.
Kazuma, who was left alone, hesitated for a moment, but also followed.
Before following, he didn't forget to turn off the metronome.
**
Sakurada Gate, Metropolitan Police Headquarters.
"I have no clue at all." Keishi Gyoda dropped the file in his hand and let out a long sigh.
"It looks like we should be transferred to other cases soon." Shimakata Yoshiaki seemed to have accepted the status quo.
"Is the search headquarters turned into an 'existence system'... This is the first time I have experienced such a thing since I joined the job." Gyoda Keishi said.
He is much younger than Shimakata Yoshiaki, so naturally he has not experienced so much.
The so-called existence system is similar to the existence of the fleet. It just needs to keep existing, and there is no need to really investigate anything.
"You haven't been to the 'Headquarters Floor', have you?" Gao Shan Detective asked, "There are several search headquarters that maintain a system on that floor. Everyone is drinking tea and reading newspapers and waiting for the prosecution period to cancel the search. In a sense From a practical point of view, this kind of life is quite enviable, at least get off work on time every day."
After Gao Shan finished speaking, everyone present laughed.
He was right, as long as you don't want to accumulate meritorious service and don't want to increase in value, staying in the search headquarters of the existing system is a good way out.
Of course, there are also some enthusiastic young people who are focused on solving difficult and unsolved cases, and go to these tea yamen to work seriously.
Now these young people have basically become uncles, and they have begun to join forces.
The white bird detective said: "Let's go to have a meal later. After the search headquarters is transferred to the existing system, we will have each search department do its own work. I don't know when the next time we will act together. We should commemorate it."
"You're right, it's time to celebrate." Shimakata Yoshiaki echoed.
The case did not progress and the investigation was put on hold, but the criminal police went to celebrate. The operation was successful but the patient died. Things like this are quite common in Japan.
Keishi Gyoda picked up the phone on the table: "Let me make a reservation. But who will pay for it?"
Detective Shiratori raised his hand: "I'll do it."
"Oh, Mr. Shiratori, it seems that the consultant position in Mitsubishi Heavy Industries is quite lucrative."
"If you don't say a few words, no one will think you are dumb." Shiratori glared at the speaker.
At this time, Keishi Gyoda was about to pick up the receiver, and the phone suddenly rang loudly.
Keishi Gyoda immediately picked up the phone: "Hello? Yes, it's the search headquarters. What?"
Keishi Gyoda stood up with a whoosh. This action made the air in the search headquarters, which was filled with a relaxed atmosphere, tense again.
"Say it again! Well, well, well, I got it!"
Keishi Gyoda hung up the phone and said to Yoshiaki Shimagata, "The lead singer of the URB band committed suicide by hitting a wall in the prison."
"What?" Shimakata Yoshiaki was shocked.
However, Keishi Gyoda continued to report: "In addition, Yoichi, the new drummer of the URB band, also self-harmed, and was stopped by the prison guards of the prison."
Shimakata Yoshiaki stood up: "I'll rush over right away."
Originally, the group of URB bands were locked in the Metropolitan Police Department, and they were transferred to the criminal office after the interrogation was over, waiting for the prosecution and subsequent processing.
Yoshiaki Shimagata once thought that the lawyer named Shibayutahisa would release these people on bail, but Shibayutahisa did not do so.
This made Shimakata Yoshiaki think that people like the URB band may not be very important.
Afterwards, these people should be prosecuted for crimes such as mobilizing a crowd to make trouble and detained for six months to a year.
But now, everything has changed.
When Yoshiaki Shimakata, Megumi Gyoda, and Detective Shiratori Takayama arrived at the prison, lawyer Shibao Tahisa was already waiting at the gate of the prison with a briefcase.
"Shimata Police Department," Shiba Utahisa looked at Yoshiaki Shimagata maliciously, "I suspect that my client was abused in the prison. I will sue you on behalf of the mother of the deceased Okada Takeshi."
Yoshiaki Shimagata gasped.
The death in the prison may be turned into a scandal. When the time comes, the wolves of the law and the crows of the newspaper will work together, and the consequences will be disastrous.
Those dignitaries in the Metropolitan Police Department wearing gold watches are fine, just bow and it's over.
At worst, he would punish himself with three cups, go to a remote place to work as a police inspector for a few years, and come back as a strong candidate for the police chief.
But the criminal police who were kicked out as scapegoats below were suffering.
Keishi Gyoda stepped forward and asked, "How do you know the news is faster than us?"
Shibayutahisa laughed and said, "It's a coincidence. I just happened to accompany Okada Takeshi's mother to visit him today. The sad old mother is crying over there. The reporters must love this scene."
Shimakata Yoshiaki really wanted to punch this guy in front of him.
As a police department who survived all the way to the scene, he hated these gentle scumbags to death.
After coming out of university, the natural status is not to mention high, and he does not do personnel affairs all day long.
Shibayuta took off his glasses calmly, and then looked at Yoshiaki Shimagata: "Shimagata Police Department, you can do it now if you want to. I will take off my glasses myself, so that I don't have to worry about the broken lens blinding me and causing you to face More dire lawsuits."
Yoshiaki Shimagata gritted his teeth and wanted to punch, but was blocked by Shiratori and Takayama.
"It's not worth it! The island side! It's not worth it!" Detective Shiratori said repeatedly, "He just wanted to provoke you! Why don't we go to the corpse and prove that Takeshi Okada's death is related to this guy's visit today!"
Shibao Tianjiu laughed again, and while putting on his glasses, he said: "When the incident happened, I was always in the waiting room of the criminal office, and there were kind police officers staring at me the whole time, and of course there was a newly installed closed circuit The camera shoots the whole thing.
"What's that called in your jargon... oh yes, it's called an alibi."
Yoshiaki Shimagata gritted his teeth and looked at Shibayutahisa.
White Bird Detective and Takayama Detective dragged him to the prison.
Keishi Gyoda stood where he was, staring at Shibaota for a long time before turning around and catching up with his companions.
Shibayuta pushed his glasses, with a disdainful smile on his face.
At this time, he saw another figure entering the prison.
"Yo, it's Maori detective, this is... your partner?"
The Maori detective pressed his gun and stared at Shibao Tianjiu viciously.
His partner is a bit chubby, but he is very kind: "My name is Megure, Megure Suizan, lawyer Shibao, we have some questions for Okada Takeshi's mother, Ms. Okada, would you like to sit in?"
"Of course, I am Ms. Okada's attorney." Shibao Tianjiu showed a completely different smile from just now, and he seemed to be the cautious unknown lawyer again.
"Then, this way please."
After Mumu finished speaking, Mouri detective said: "Be honest. Although I can't detect crimes, my eyes are sharp. No matter what tricks you try, you can't escape my eyes."
Chai Shengtian Jiu nodded again and again: "Of course. I can't do anything, keep my hands in your sight at all times, Maori detective. But in this way, I can't take the briefcase, or you can help me ?”
Maori detective glanced at Mu Mu, who nodded.
So the Mori detective reached out and took the briefcase from Shibao Tahisa, while the other hand remained in a position ready to draw the gun at any time.
Mu Mu said: "Brother Maoli, don't be so nervous. The other party will not be moved by the criminal if they are violent. This will not be good for them. Relax. I am even worried that your gun will go off if you are like this."
"Don't worry, I maintain my firearms carefully every day, which is different from those who have not oiled their guns for several years." Mori Goro said, staring at Shibao Tianjiu.