I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 74

　　 Kazuma swept the overwhelmingly happy Chiyoko with complaining eyes.

　　 However, Chiyoko has been depressed for a day today, and now relaxes, it is understandable to want to have a good time.

Kazuma glanced at the Jidaos who began to confront each other, and sighed: "Well, you have to wait for your president at my door, I don't care. If your president wants to come, come, anyway, the police Tomorrow, I will ask for a leave of absence on the grounds of being injured until the end of Golden Week, and I will not have to go to school."

　　 Chiyoko: "Huh?"

　　 "Ah, I forgot to tell you. By the way, the police will also ask for leave for you, the reason is to take care of the injured brother." Kazuma said to his sister.

　　 Chiyoko: "Mr. Police is really gentle."

　　 Kazuma shrugged, then pulled Chiyoko up and went into the house: "Let's go, leave them alone."

　　 "Is this really good? At least invite them into the room, otherwise tomorrow morning will scare the neighbors passing by..."

　　 Kazuma looked back at the battles of the Jidaos, and shook his head: "No, just let them stay here. Let them go in the house and it won't be clean."

　　 And the room feels like it can't fit, so many people are crowded in the yard.

　　 Kazuma took my sister two steps into the house, remembering something, and turning around to say to the philosophers: "Some of you are thirsty. You can drink tap water in the yard."

　　Theoretically speaking, tap water in Japan can be consumed directly.

　　 Bando turned around and said to Kazuma: "Oh silk, I understand! Let us rest assured here!"

　　 Kazuma is too lazy to correct this misleading statement.

　　 Let him go, it's a bit notorious, maybe it will be better in the future.

　　 Kazuma today has a lot of exercise, plus the blood loss from the wound, its physical energy has been overdrawn.

　　 He wants to sleep beautifully now.

　　 Chiyoko was dragged into the house by Kazuma)," but she still looked at the Jidao outside the door with concern. It seemed that she really didn't want to cause trouble to the neighborhood.

　　 But she can't get rid of the poles, so she can only give up.

　　 Just like this, the night passed and the sun rose.

　　 The little boy Junta who delivered the newspaper rode his bicycle as always and started earning his pocket money.

　　 As long as one month's worth of newspapers are given away, he can buy the remote control car he has been thinking about! Junta relied on his beautiful imagination of the remote control car, inciting his legs to step on the pedals desperately.

　　 Turning to the front of the street, Junta was preparing to take out the newspaper ordered by Kiryu's house, which covers the largest area on the street, and throw it into the yard with a precise throw, but the scene in front of him made him squeeze the brakes.

　　 The tires of the bicycle rubbed against the ground and screamed.

　　 The boy also stepped on the foot brake with his feet, and finally did not hit the pole that was stuck in the middle of the road.

　　 Chun Tai opened his mouth, looking at the Ji Dao who silently stared at each other.

　　 I don't know how long these poles have been standing here, anyway, many people can see traces of dew on their bodies.

　　 They were facing each other at the gate of the dojo like terracotta warriors, exuding a biting aura.

　　 Jun was too at a loss, and suddenly there was a rough voice next to him asking: "Oh, boy, what's the matter with you?"

　　 Chuntai followed the prestige and almost did not pee in the same place-he saw a scarfaced uncle wearing big sunglasses, looking down at him "kindly".

　　 He squeezed out his last courage and said tremblingly: "I, I deliver the newspaper...Yes, it belongs to this family."

　　 "That's it, then give it to me." As he said, Uncle Scarface snatched the newspaper for Kiryu's family directly, "Don't be afraid, boy, we are making a movie."

　　 Junta looked around, thinking you are a lie, where is the camera?

　　 But he didn't dare to ask, he nodded, turned around, got on the bike and ran away.

　　 Today at school, Junta has another legendary experience that he can brag about with his friends. Maybe he can still play cool in front of Ayumi, whom he secretly likes.

　　 Thinking like this, Junta, who was scared to cry just now, grinned.

Before Junta went far, he heard a woman's exclamation behind him. He guessed that a housewife who went out to rush the morning market was frightened, but it was none of his business. He just wanted to stay as far away from this place as possible.

　　 Sakata Shinsaku took the newspaper he had just brought from the newspaper boy, and walked to the letter box that was knocked to the ground in the car accident yesterday, lifted the box up, firmly inserted it on the ground, and stuffed the newspaper in.

　　 Then he faced Jinshan Heita again.

"Jin Shansang," he said, completely different from what he said to the boy just now. By comparison, he is indeed very kind to the boy. "We just stood like this, isn't it good? Already scared. Many people have been reached. If this continues, it will affect the daily life of neighbors in the neighborhood. It goes against the teachings of your benefactor, Kazamsan, right?"

　　 "It's really rare, Sakatsan also knows the teachings of Kazamsan." Jinshan Heitai retorted, "Your attitude to that boy just now is not like a tiger of Baifeng who knocked out a **** road with a steel pipe."

　　 "I really like children, in every sense." Sakata Shinsaku responded.

　　 Jin Shanping sneered too: "If one day you are planted, I will definitely eat Matsusaka beef to celebrate."

"Don't say it as if you are a good person, do you do wicked things less? Are the winds above you doing less?" Shinsaku Sakata pushed his sunglasses, "We are all people who can go to Hell. Don't despise each other, isn't it good to get along with love?"

　　 Jinshan Heitai did not refute.

　　Because I can't refute it.

　　 In this world, good Jidao only exists in movies or TV series. UU reads www.uukanshu.com and these works are generally invested by companies with Jidao background.

　　 One day in the future, God's punishment will definitely come to him. Jinshan Heitai knows this very well.

　　 But before that, he will try his best to climb up, he will not stop.

　　 Nishinyama Heita again confirmed his inner determination, and then continued to confront Sakata Shinsaku.

　　 At the same time, the Metropolitan Police Department Building, Chiyoda District, Tokyo.

　　 Although he was busy late into the night yesterday, the Shiratori detective came to the Metropolitan Police Department to search the fourth class early today.

　　 As the fourth class specifically responsible for dealing with organized crime, it is now under the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and it will not be cut out to establish an "Organized Crime Countermeasures Department" until more than two decades later.

　　 From the moment he walked into the Metropolitan Police Department building, the Shiratori detective felt like he was being noticed by everyone.

　　 After entering the floor where the Criminal Department was located, this feeling became stronger.

　　 When they entered the office where the fourth class was searched, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

　　 The door of Class Four was quickly crowded with colleagues from Class One, Two and Three who were onlookers.

　　 Shiratori's partner, the Takayama detective, first began to applaud.

　　 At first it was only sporadic applause, and then the whole office thunderously applauded.

　　 The head of the fourth section of the search opened the door from his office, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, went directly to the Shiratori detective, and delivered the coffee to him.

　　 "Thank you, Shiratori-kun." The section chief who was younger than Shiratori said in a voice that praised his subordinates.

　　 Shiratori smiled and raised his coffee cup to greet everyone.

　　 The section chief waited for a few seconds, and when the applause fell, he said to Shiratori: "Go to the Office of the Minister of Criminal Affairs later."

　　 Shiratori nodded silently.

Chapter end