Leaning against the police car, Hema slowed down a little before looking up at the Dongdu Police Station in front of him.
"Is this the police station that will be bombed this time..." he said.
Sato inspector directly panicked with a Kyushu accent: "Don't explode!"
"Just kidding." He Ma waved his hands, "By the way, I'm going to call my... uh, family, is it okay?"
"It's not criminal detention, no problem. Go to the office and use our phone."
He Ma: "Wait a minute, isn't this in compliance with the rules? Shouldn't there be a dedicated phone for outsiders?"
"Tokyo may be like this, but look at our police station building, which is a remnant of the building from before the war to the present, and we have been using it all the time. Do you think there will be a special room for calling criminals inside? "
He Ma looked up at the police station again, and the traces of time could indeed be seen with the naked eye.
"Okay, as long as you can make a phone call." He Ma said.
"Don't worry, we don't have any interest in the content of your call."
He shrugged with Ma, in fact, he didn't have any secrets to say, he just wanted to make a call to see if Honami could come and get him out.
The Jade Dragon Banner will go to war tomorrow, but staying overnight at the police station the night before will definitely have an impact on tomorrow's state.
Now Kazuma has seen at least two threatening strongmen. Gosho Noo Keijiro has a higher level of kendo than him, and he also has special entries. Although Shimoinaba has no special entries, his kendo level is also real.
After all, Shimo Inaba is also from a family of policemen, so it's normal for him to be strong in swordsmanship.
But Shimo Inaba didn't go to the University of Tokyo, which meant that he couldn't enter the Metropolitan Police Department and become the gold watch team to take over his father's class.
Of course, generally speaking, the eldest son or the second son should be the successor, and the third son can play wild.
But Shimoinaba is so concerned about the internal affairs of the Metropolitan Police Department, I am afraid that he also has the heart to enter the Metropolitan Police Department and inherit his father's mantle.
Theoretically, it is possible, if it is possible to search the head of the first section, and then go straight to the criminal minister, there is still a little chance to be promoted from the police department.
With Shimoinaba's back against his father, the chance of success is slightly greater.
A permanent police department like the white bird criminal police can only wait for retirement to be promoted to a higher level. On the day of promotion, they pack up and go home with their wives and children.
This Shimo Inaba is probably very eager to defeat Kazuma, who has been a lot of limelight in front of the police in the past year, on the Yulong Banner.
Besides these two, who knows how many strong people will be on the Jade Dragon Banner tomorrow.
You have to maintain a perfect competitive state.
After making up his mind with Ma, he strode towards the police station, turning his head and asking, "If you want to go to the office, which way will you go after you get in?"
Director of Inspection Sato followed Kazuma, pointed to the corridor on the right side of the door, and then teased: "You are so familiar with the road, you really think of going to the police station as a tourist."
He Ma spread his hands together: "It's not that I want to come by myself, this is called peace when you come. By the way, I got a little hungry after a fight. Does your police station provide supper?"
"Yes, but the logistics department of our police station only provides ramen at night." Sato inspector touched his stomach, "I'm a little hungry too, can I order you more?"
"Okay." He Ma nodded.
At this time, Sato's partner, the young policeman who had only been in the industry for three years, asked curiously: "It is said that the police station in Tokyo is so rich that they will give prisoners meat. Is it true?"
Kazuma nodded: "Really, but it depends on where the police station is. The police station in Kandagawa that was bombed before was relatively poor and could only serve pork chop rice. Like the police station in Setagaya District, it would Serving the prisoners Matsusaka steak."
Although Setagaya District is on the edge of Tokyo, it is close to Kanagawa Prefecture—the same Kanagawa Prefecture that is the main stage of "Slam Dunk".
But Setagaya is not an "urban-rural fringe", but a well-known rich area in Tokyo.
The young policeman's eyes widened: "Matsusaka steak? I can count the number of times I've eaten Matsusaka beef on one hand!"
"He must be talking nonsense. You are not good enough. When you get to my age in the police station, you will be able to tell at a glance whether the person in front of you is talking nonsense." Chief Inspector Sato paused, looked at Kazuma, "Even if it's the police station in Setagaya, it's impossible to be rich enough to serve people with Matsuzaka steak, okay? At most, we can use ordinary Wagyu steak!"
"Wait for me," He Ma Fuer said, "If you want to deny it, you can deny it all at once, don't give up half of it."
Director of Inspection Sato spread his hands: "I don't know what kind of life the rich people in Tokyo Setagaya live, and what about the police in Setagaya. Don't worry if you say that I have been a policeman for so many years and have never been out of Kyushu Island. My son is always She clamored to go to Tokyo to see the world."
While talking, the three of them walked through the long corridor to the office.
Through the window of the office, one can see the minibuses with members of the Japanese Taida Kendo Club just driving in.
"Don't look at it, call quickly, and then record what you need to record. After finishing the supper, I will give you a clean bed." Sato inspector urged.
He Ma nodded, and then started to touch his pockets, but he couldn't find the note in his memory after searching for a long time.
On the note paper was written the telephone number of the front desk of the hotel where Tamamo, Honami and the others stayed today, as well as the number of the room they booked.
As long as you call the front desk and ask the front desk to transfer to the room, you can contact the girls.
Now that there is no mobile phone, this is very convenient.
Pagers will become popular in two years—and soon everyone will call pagers BP machines. At that time, the symbol of a big boss is a briefcase in his hand, BP machines and car keys on his waist.
But the time has not come yet, so Kazuma can only continue to use note paper to write down the phone number.
And now he fumbled in all his pockets, but couldn't find the piece of paper.
—It’s broken, there’s no way to contact Honami to protect her.
It seems that I can only sleep at the police station tonight.
Kazuma couldn’t help complaining that the police in Fukuoka can’t do things. You see, in Tokyo, I won’t be left at the police station overnight even if I shot down all the U.S. military planes. get a good night's sleep.
Fortunately, Tamamo will come to dream at night, and then in the dream, let her bring Honami to come to protect him early in the morning.
But Yuzao and the others should sleep in the same room tonight, and sleep well at night. Early tomorrow morning, Yuzao will directly blow up Honami and go to the police station for security.
Sato inspector looked at the side and stood in front of the phone like a wooden man, and asked suspiciously: "What? Forgot your home phone number?"
He Ma had a brainstorm—you can call the Kiryu Dojo. Yuzao has no choice but to leave the phone number and room number of the hotel at home, just let Chiyoko look for it.
He Ma started dialing, first pressing the Tokyo area code, but the phone immediately started to busy tone.
"What's going on? I just pressed..."
Kazuma looked back at Sato suspiciously.
Sato pressed his forehead hard: "Damn, forgot, recently someone here secretly called Tokyo long-distance to go to the radio station to order songs, and then caused this month's phone bill to explode, so the boss stopped the long-distance function..."
What the hell
"Why do you have to call Tokyo Broadcasting Station to order songs?"
and Ma asked.
"Eh? Is there any problem with this?" The young policeman, whose name Hema still doesn't know, is full of doubts. "I listen to those radio stations, and I often say, 'The following is a call from a reader from Sapporo'. People in Sapporo can call, and people in Fukuoka can call." Isn’t it strange to order songs on the phone?”
He was speechless, he had just finished cooperating with Sony Music, and lived with a group of Sony Music musicians in Hot Spring Street for three weeks, listening to a lot of inside stories about the music industry.
After his new single is released, the marketing department will go to some radio stations with a wide coverage to place advertisements.
Most of the requests for songs from such remote places are "implanted advertisements" placed by tape publishers.
Looks like one guy took this seriously.
If he was born a few decades later, he would probably take the Qiafan advertisements of those UP owners seriously, thinking that these UPs are really playing the mobile games they released videos.
While He Ma was thinking this way, the old policeman sitting at the desk next to the water dispenser turned around with a water glass in his hand.
"There is a new development in this matter. The prisoner seems to be inspired by the deeds of Kiryu and Ma, and he also wanted to write a song. Then he found a friend and released the tape, thinking that it would be a big hit.
"However, things didn't work out as expected, the tapes couldn't be sold at all, and my friend almost lost everything in order to chase his dreams.
"So he figured out a way to call the radio station to order songs by himself.
"Our radio station in Fukuoka is okay, and it doesn't cost much to make a few calls, but the station in Fukuoka can only cover Fukuoka and some surrounding areas, and he thinks the effect is not good.
"So he set his sights on the big broadcasting stations covering the whole country."
The old policeman spoke up to this point with great interest, and finally his mouth became dry, so he picked up his teacup and took a big sip.
Director Sato took advantage of this gap to comment: "Is there such a thing? I don't know whether to call this person stupid or praise him for having a dream."
The old policeman shook his head: "If he didn't finally come up with the bad idea of using the police station's phone to make long-distance calls to Tokyo to order songs, I can give him a thumbs up for his courage to pursue his dreams."
Hema suddenly remembered that he was going to eat ramen today, Huacheng booked the place by telegram one day in advance.
In this day and age, long-distance phone charges are very exaggerated.
It seems that the Dongdu Police Station has been screwed over by this dream-chaser young man, otherwise the long distance would not have been stopped.
He Ma: "But, if you stop the long distance, will it not affect the handling of the case?"
"The impact still has an impact. When you encounter a case where you need to call outside Fukuoka, you can only go outside to make a public phone call." The old policeman sighed, "You said that if you call a public phone without a receipt, you will not be reimbursed at all. .But this month I took a case about going to Saga, and the steel forge used up an entire coin purse just to make a phone call.”
When the old policeman said such things, he exuded the air of a porter who was familiar with Ma.
When I lived in the unit compound with Ma before, I felt that the uncle in the reception room looked very amiable.
No matter how much conflict there is with the local children, as long as they break through the Maginot line guarded by the master in the reception room, the local children will not dare to cross the threshold again.
He Ma looked at the old policeman again, and then confirmed that the old man was only a teacup with "Self-defense counterattack against Vietnam" written in red paint from the uncle in the reception room in his impression.
The old policeman also looked at He Ma: "What did you do? I wasn't here when you first came out to the police. Look at the tendons, the fitness trainer, right? Did you have sex with the rich wife who hired the trainer again?" "
He Ma was in awe of the old policeman's associative ability at once: Good guy, there is no connection at all.
Sato pointed at Kazuma: "This one is 'that Kiryu'."
Kazuma: "I am the guardian of Osaka, the nemesis of the Bomb Demon..."
"Ah, it's that Kiryu!" The old policeman interrupted Kazuma's report, "What a coincidence! What date is it in July? Let me see..."
The old policeman put on his glasses and turned to look at the calendar on the wall.
"Huh? Is this date wrong?" He stood up and walked to the wall calendar, "How do I remember that yesterday was this date? Really, no one tore the wall calendar apart from me?"
The old policeman tore off the page of the calendar with the date of the day before yesterday and threw it into the wastebasket next to him.
"It's about time," he looked at the correct date, "So Kiryu is here to participate in the Jade Dragon Banner, right? He got into trouble before the Jade Dragon Banner? This is too careless!"
Kazuma: "How do you feel that everyone in Fukuoka knows that the Jade Dragon Banner fight will start tomorrow?"
"Please, we are the police. We will be worried when we encounter large-scale events." The old policeman turned to look at Kazuma, "Especially after the hostage-taking incident at the Osaka SF Convention last year, the police will pay more attention to large-scale events in the jurisdiction."
He Ma: "Then you must be very lucky that Yulong Banner is a kendo competition, and everyone present is very good at it."
"It's good for a fart. Didn't those terrorists in Osaka get shot? Kendo is a competitive sport after all. It can't compare to a gun." The old policeman said.
He Ma was about to say something pretentious about "swords are fast within seven steps", when someone knocked on the door of the office.
There were not many people in the office at night, so I turned to the door together with my partner Ma, Sato and the old policeman with eight eyes.
Honami Nanjo stood at the door in a white-collar suit and a pair of glasses.
"Excuse me, are Kiryu and Ma here? I'm here to bail him out."
Honami had seen Kazuma a long time ago and met her eyes, but she still said that, as if she was not a young lady at the moment, but a lawyer hired to save her, and it was the first time she met Kazuma today.
Kazuma raised his hand: "I am Kiryu Kazuma, who are you?"
Honami originally wanted to be serious, but she still laughed: "Forget it, I won't act. I'm not a lawyer, but this one behind me is."
The elegant young man wearing glasses came out from behind Honami and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I am the agent of the Nanjo Foundation in Fukuoka. Kenji Gumi is my senior brother."