After drinking the coffee slowly, Hema got into the car and went straight to the address given by Hashimoto.
This address is in Okura, and it will pass through most of Tokyo.
But Kazuma didn't take the route in the city—anyway, the starting point was in Odaiba, so he simply drove up to the coastline and drove all the way along the coast.
"Wait a minute!" Asano looked at the sea on the left, "Why are you driving along the sea? Aren't you going to Okura?"
"I'm afraid we won't be able to get out if we enter the city. Although it's a long way to the beach, you see, the whole journey is smooth."
Asano raised his eyebrows and looked at Kazuma suspiciously: "It's really just because of this reason? Why do I think it's not so simple?"
After thinking about it with Ma, he patted the steering wheel: "Okay, let me confess, I just want to drop by and see the visiting USS Wisconsin."
"Eh? Why are you looking at that?"
"The ship of the same type as Missouri is worth a look just because of its impact." He Ma said enthusiastically.
Asano frowned: "You Dongda, is it a den of the left wing or a den of traitors? Isn't it a shame to lose the war?"
"What a disgrace. Before the end of the war, Japan was militaristic and the people were clinking with poverty. You didn't read Horikoshi Jiro's memoirs. Before the war, when he came home from work, he saw a little girl on the side of the road with her younger siblings hungry. Stomach waiting for parents to come home from work. Such a country would be better destroyed.
"So I want to cheer loudly at the end of the war, yes! It's a pity that the Americans didn't hang **, otherwise it would be perfect."
Asano seemed frightened by Kazuma's words, he glanced at Kazuma: "If this was before the war, your words would be enough for Tegaoke to shoot you."
"Look, you also know that the era before the war was a shitty era, right? So of course I have to take a look at the ships of the same class as the USS Missouri that signed the surrender agreement."
Asano: "Okay, you can watch it. But is today an open day?"
"I don't know. I'm not going up. I'll just take a look at it from a distance." He Ma said, looking at the sea on the left, and said, "Even if you can't see the battleship, it's good to see the sea view."
Asano replied angrily: "You can see the sea view all day long at the station, are you still not tired of it? Also, you are busy dealing with the beautiful reporter sister all day. I find it strange that the reporter industry is still dominated by men, right? Why are all the beautiful female reporters who come to interview you?"
He Ma muttered "How do I know", but in fact he knew that it was all the fault of Takashi Hanabo, who played up He Ma as a romantic saint, making people think that the beautiful female reporter sent could be snatched by her beauty. exclusive.
Of course, He Ma didn't fall into their tricks at all, and his strategic focus was still very good.
Asano gasped, turning his gaze to the window.
After a while, he suddenly smiled and said: "You are so charming, why don't you just take Mrs. Kitamachi? She will cheat, probably because Mr. Kitachi has a physical defect, and women also have needs."
This made Kazuma laugh out loud, because he remembered what Honami said last night.
"What are you doing? Sudden convulsions? Hold the steering wheel and don't swing it!"
Hema: "Don't worry, I'm skilled at driving."
"So why are you laughing all of a sudden? Possessed?"
"No, I remembered that my apprentice said the same thing to me last night."
"What same words?"
"Even lesbians have needs—I mean, women have needs too."
Asano: "Isn't this nonsense? If there's no demand, what do Johnny's male idols eat? By the way, you're also in the entertainment industry, don't you know?"
He Ma pouted: "I know."
In Japan, male idols and male stars are two concepts. Idols are at the bottom of the entire entertainment industry. Even if most idols become popular, they are regarded as the credit of the firm.
Unless the idols themselves have a background in theater troupes, most of them are the money-making tools of the firm, eating their youth food.
Before 1975, Japanese male stars either took the orthodox acting route, or were professional singers, and seldom became idols.
Around 1975, firms including Johnny's and the like began to launch various idolized boy groups, which valued appearance more than talent.
To put it bluntly, it is to rely on appearance to eat.
Of course, there is no "growth idol" of the later kind. The difference between idols in the Showa era and singers is probably only reflected in their singing skills, but at least they have entered the professional level.
Showa idols even have to know how to do carpentry, and can pick up an electric drill to repair doors.
As a half-legged person in the entertainment industry, He Ma is of course very aware of this.
He also has a friend who is a big reporter, and he often listens to Takashi Hanafang telling the secrets of the entertainment industry.
Asano: "I see that Johnny's recently launched a new group, completely following the visual style, but the singing skills are not good at all, and it is a little better than the karaoke level."
"Be content. In more than ten years, there will be idols who are not at the level of karaoke Maiba."
"Really? What do fans of that kind of idol look at? Just look at the face?"
"Otherwise?" Hema asked back.
"That's so meaningless." Asano frowned suddenly, with a look of disgust on his face, "If the entertainment industry has become like this, it would be better to be destroyed."
He Ma: "I agree."
Kazuma, who comes from the era of flooding traffic stars, can't wait to agree with both hands and feet.
After that the cab fell silent, only the roar of the engine.
Asano said suddenly: "Seriously, can you use your charm to win Mrs. Kitamachi? It will save a lot of effort."
"What are you thinking, I don't have the ability to pick up girls."
"Hey, obviously I have met so many beautiful apprentices."
"It depends on my personality charm." He Ma boasted brazenly.
Asano did not retort, he stared at the blue sea reflecting the afternoon sun outside the window for a while, and then agreed: "Indeed, you are damn attractive when you are holding a knife. Although I am a man, and I don't have that aspect Obsession, but I have to admit it."
Kazuma tilted his body to the side, and distanced himself from Asano.
"Drive well, don't get into a car accident." Asano said, and then he changed the subject, "It seems that Mrs. Kitamachi's derailment is a certainty. The question is, does the Kitamachi Police Department know about it? If they know that Mrs. has been unfaithful , wouldn’t it be strange to hand over his trump card to Madam? Could it be that he still expects Madam to take these things to avenge him?”
He Ma: "Maybe it's because there is no one else to trust except his wife. He is the police department of the police department, and the police department has no tradition of matching people with partners."
After all, the daily work of the police department is basically a battle with various documents, and there is no need to bond with a partner when dealing with official documents.
Unlike the criminal police, if you develop a bond with your partner, you may be able to use a double combo skill or something during the battle.
After accumulating enough bond points, you can also activate the riding skill, ride on your partner's neck, and then the two of you will launch a reloading rush together.
Kazuma told Asano all this.
Asano: "What is it? The partner still has this function?"
"Of course I did, I tried it, when I was running a group on the desktop." He Ma said.
"Don't take the stalking of running a group as a fact!" Asano said speechlessly.
But immediately he asked enthusiastically, "What's the specific situation?"
"Are you also interested in running a group?"
"I ran. I played with people when I was in police college. I ran Dungeons and Dragons at that time. I still play the communication running group now."
The communication running group is to write one's own actions like writing a novel and send it to the host of the game, and then the host writes the result of the action as a novel and sends it back.
In fact, it is equivalent to a kind of interactive fiction through the post.
There are quite a few companies in Tokyo that are doing this now, and among those who act as hosts and are responsible for writing replies, there are a large number of future famous screenwriters.
Such as Xu Yuanxuan.
It was not surprising that Asano had a communication group and a horse. He recalled it for a while, and told Asano what happened when he ran a group in his previous life as what happened in this life.
"At that time, it was a Cthulhu rule group, and a group of people ran to an ancient tomb in Egypt to explore."
"Wait a minute, the Cthulhu rule... is COC? Wow, isn't this a new rule recently?"
"That's right, you know that when we were in college, we belonged to the New Ghost Story Research Association, right? They studied Cthulhu and various folklore studies. The seniors of our association have basically become folklorists and folk novelists."
Asano was speechless: "Then how many of your seniors are still alive?"
"Live well, Cthulhu is all fake, okay? Most folk legends are basically the embodiment of people's awe of the mighty power of nature in an era of underdeveloped technology."
As Hema said, he is also Yuzao's confidant, and of course he must seize the opportunity to contribute to the elimination of the mystery.
"Okay, okay, continue." Asano urged.
"In short, our story that time was to explore an Egyptian tomb, and then our senior sister got a character card of a doctor of archeology in a wheelchair."
In fact, this was done with a friend from Ma's life. Now, for the convenience of telling, Hema put this story on Senior Sister Ganzhong Meiyu.
Anyway, the friend in my life with Ma Ma is also quite short, which is just right.
"The first wheelchair is powered by Nima's internal combustion engine, but the game host (KP) actually allowed her to use this card to run the mission.
"Then during the process of exploring the ancient tomb, I encountered an unspeakable monster. The doctor of archeology decided to use a wheelchair to run around. The host couldn't let this guy pass an extremely difficult test of car driving skills.
"It turned out that this product was a big success, so I drove the wheelchair and galloped."
Asano laughed out loud.
He Ma continued: "At that time, I was about to be thrown away by my teammates. I looked at my character card and found that I had high riding skills, so I applied to the host for a riding appraisal."
Asano laughed out loud.
"In the end, I also threw a big hit, so my character, a burly brute, rode on the archaeologist's neck, and the archaeologist drove his own internal combustion engine wheelchair and ran wildly in the ancient tomb.
"The host was left speechless by our two great successes, so he decided to make people who witnessed this wheelchair galloping have to undergo a sanity test because they doubted life.
"I didn't expect that this group of people usually fail in various appraisals, but this time they all succeeded in the appraisal.
"Not only that, but all of these people passed extremely difficult checks and climbed into wheelchairs."
I paused with Ma in order to better prepare my emotions.
"So," he said solemnly after brewing a good mood, "in the tomb of ancient Egypt, a wheelchair driven by an internal combustion engine drove a group of people like a motorcycle in an Indian military parade, and ran wildly."
Asano laughed and sighed: "It's really lucky that you didn't let the host of the game die."
"He couldn't stand us for a long time, and tried to kill us several times.
"It's a pity that although our group of people failed in various appraisals when looking for clues, they succeeded in various tricks when fleeing for our lives.
"At this moment, the host couldn't stand the wheelchair running wildly in the ancient tomb, so he decided to parachute the BOSS in front of us.
"He intends to use an extremely difficult lucky test to determine whether they will collide violently with the boss.
"As a result, our group achieved another big success.
"That's when I said something like, 'I've got my brawl weapon in my hand, I think we should all get a brawl verdict.'"
"Didn't the host jump up and strangle you?" Asano asked while suppressing a smile, and answered by himself, "Oh, yes, the host probably can't beat you."
"Obviously I can't beat it." Hema stepped down from the donkey, and then continued, "Maybe the host has given up too, he is already in a hurry to send us plague gods away to start a new team with other kinder players. So the host agreed to a fight call for everyone in the wheelchair."
He stopped with the horse and skillfully demonstrated his tricks.
Asano was also very convinced, and urged loudly: "Tell me, what happened in the end?"
"We smashed the boss." Only then did He Ma say the ending.
Asano was so happy that he kept shooting his thighs.
After laughing enough, he adjusted his breath and said, "Running is really interesting. You can move freely. As long as you can beat the host, you can do whatever you want. It's a pity that it can't be like this in reality. If we now In the case of the death of the Beicho Police Department, you only need to throw a dice to get the key evidence, so you don't have to work so hard."
He Ma: "Yes."
Asano was about to say something more, when he suddenly pointed to the front and shouted, "Hey! Look at the sea! Is that the Wisconsin?"
Kazuma turned his head and saw the beautiful hull of the Iowa class.
"Yes, that's it." Hema was also happy, after all, this was the first time he saw a battleship still in service.
He and Ma also went to the Wisconsin in his previous life, but at that time he had been turned into a museum.
I don't know if the Museum Wisconsin can move to fight aliens like Missouri.
He Ma looked at the mighty warship and exclaimed, "He is so beautiful."
"Yes, it's really beautiful." Asano nodded in agreement, and then added, "I don't know what the Yamato would be like if it was still there."
"It's impossible for them to still be alive. Even if they survived the war, they would be dismantled and sold for scrap," He Ma said.
Asano curled his lips: "Tch, I really have no dreams."