Jinguji Tamamo licked his lips-this is exactly the expression of a little boy trying on a new toy.

Then she started to beat. At first, a series of drum beats were like that, but in the end, she struck the gong-no, she made a mistake when hitting the cymbals. She struck the cymbals at the same time and stepped on the pedals, so the two cymbals rang together. .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Jingongji stopped and smiled. "Wait a minute, little question! I'll do it again!"

After that, Yuzao Jinguji took a deep breath, and started from the beginning to beat that section of the drum-as a result, she stepped on the wrong pedal this time and hit the bass drum.

This mistake made everyone present frowned.

Jinguji Tamamo screamed first: "Wait a minute! Don't panic, this is a technical adjustment!"

Kazuma always feels that she is playing.

She really never played the drum.

Not only Kazuma confirmed this, the drummer also confirmed it. Looking at the drummer's expression, he was already regretting letting a layman move his baby drum.

Kazuma directly used a bamboo knife against the neck of the drummer who was about to step forward: "What are you doing? Don't even have the patience to listen to someone's performance?"

"She obviously has never played a drum, and I haven't fallen to the point where I'm going to be taught by someone who plays a drum for the first time!" the drummer said loudly, ignoring the bamboo knife against her throat.

Kazuma smiled slightly: "She did play drums for the first time, but she is super talented in controlling percussion instruments."

The words were visible to the naked eye, and the drummer's expression became distorted, as if he wanted to speak but stopped.

In the past, Saori Kitagawa had expressed envy, jealousy and hate on the talent shown in Kazuma. Kazuma boldly speculated that this drummer also has envy, jealousy and hatred towards talented people. .

After confirming the validity, Kazuma launched an additional attack: "She, but a percussion genius."

It doesn't matter whether you are genius or not. Now the definition of Kazuma is enough to stimulate drummers.

After that, if Jingongji manages the drums smoothly, it will definitely cause a murderous blow to the drummer, and maybe it will make him think of looking for the so-called "god of music" to try his luck.

As soon as the voice of Kazuma fell, Jinguji Tamamo opened his mouth and said, "It doesn't seem to be good to do it directly, I have to hum it to bring my emotions."

After she finished speaking, she sang directly, which is a Japanese nursery rhyme "Tong Xing Song".

To be honest, this song is quite supernatural, whether it is the tune or the lyrics.

The drummer exploded as soon as he heard the first two sentences: "I still sing nursery rhymes, is this humiliating us?"

Seeing that the drummer is about to explode, Kazuma increases the force exerted on the bamboo knife.

At this time, Jinguji Yuzao began to play drums.

At the beginning, it was just a simple beat to the song, acting as a rhythm group.

But after the first main melody ended, Yuzao added a meaningless prolonged hum.

After this humming, the drums hit like a storm.

Although it can still be heard that Jingong Temple has a big problem with proficiency, and obviously made a lot of mistakes, the drumbeat feels like a one-stop operation.

What Kazuma wants is this feeling of "obviously a novice but everyone can hear it has great potential".

He watched the drummer's expression.

The drummer was in a trance, and then gradually recovered, and then his expression changed to envy and jealousy in the process.

Kazuma was right in mind, what I wanted was this effect.

Envy, jealousy, and then anxiety, attracted the so-called family of the **** of music.

Kazuma is actually not sure that this will solve the mystery of serial murders, but for Kazuma, it is as important to kill a gangster, and it is also to protect the innocent.

Suddenly, Kazuma noticed that the drummer's expression changed from envy and jealousy to panic.

What the hell?

Kazuma looked back and followed his gaze, and saw Jinguji Tamamo squirting her hair desperately, like a GIF emoticon.

Kazuma: "What are you doing?"

Jingong Temple stopped shaking his head, and the braid slammed on the drum.

"Huh? Don't I think all rock drummers are like this?"

"This... your braids are so thick, don't you get tired when you shake your neck?"

Jinguji Tamamo touched his neck: "It's very tired, and it hurts even if the braids lash on the body..."

"Then don't shake it! Your image is gone!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm very happy to play drums, whether it's taiko or drum kits, I'm very happy!" Yuzao said and hit an impromptu drum beat again, and then stepped on the wrong pedal again, "Ahhhhhhhhhh, it shouldn't be. ..."

She played the improvisation just now again. This time she pedaled the right foot, but she stopped: "Well... it feels right when you don't think you made a mistake?"

Before he finished his words, drummer Sang turned and walked towards the backpack and personal belongings placed on the side of the stage, picked up the jacket that was thrown on the ground, and left without looking back.

The bassist shouted to stay: "Wait! With Yisan! Come back! This is without the drummer, lead singer and guitarist, how can we open a LIVE later?"

"Isn't there a genius new drummer?" The guy called Yuyi dropped this sentence.

Kazuma patted the shoulder of Jinguji Tamamo, who was still happily playing drums: "Alright, let's go. How about I leave you here alone?"

"Wait a minute! I'm right now." She reluctantly put down the drum sticks and stood up.

After confirming that she was ready to follow, Kazuma strode out of the theater.

The band members who were left in the same place, look at me and I look at you, staring with big eyes and small eyes.

The bassist said: "Or, let's forget it today? It's so short of people, it can't be done at all."

"Yes, just forget it." The keyboard player sighed, "Take a hand and take these two lying down to the hospital."

"What kind of hospital do you pay? Tonight's LIVE is gone, and there is no income, eating will be a problem.

"Come on, as long as you still breathe normally, put it on the side of the road to cool down for a while, and you'll wake up."

The bassist waved his hand.

**

After the livehouse Kazuma, I saw the drummer in the crowd who had just put on his jacket without much effort.

To be honest, this person is also a vegetable, and he received such a big impact, and he did not give birth to a temporary entry.

The opponent has a big pace and walks fast, so Kazuma also speeds up the pace.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Yuzao Jinguji was a girl, and his steps were not so big, so he looked back and just saw Yuzao rushing to catch up.

Kazuma: "Why don't you go home first, and the rest will follow me..."

"Aren't the two detectives acting together?" Jinguji Tamamo shook his head, "I can follow, don't worry about me, keep an eye on it."

Kazuma nodded and continued to track the drummer.

I just heard the bassist call the drummer "Yuichi", and I don't know if it is a stage name, nickname or real name.

Fortunately, in this place of Kanda River, although the population density is very large because many college students come to rent, this place is not very lively, and the number of pedestrians in most streets is not very large.

In such a place, even if you don't rely on the recognition of the entry, it is still very difficult to track the goal of the drummer and such a person.

Kazuma follows the other side all the way down the street, looking back from time to time to confirm the condition of Tamamo at Jinguji.

Fortunately, Jinguji is able to play Taiko, and his physical strength is really good.

Following this journey, she turned out to blush slightly and her breathing was a little short.

As for Kazuma, the physical strength of Kazuma is not covered, there is no problem at all.

Finally, Kazuma saw the drummer come to the door of a disco, and walked in without hesitation.

On the neon sign of the disco, "Death Pit" was written.

To be honest, the name "Death Pit" always reminds Kazuma of the Skaven Skaven in the Medieval Warhammer. The Death Pit is a strategic location for Skaven Skaven and can build legendary buildings...

But obviously this disco has nothing to do with Skaven, and there is no Skaven’s iconic green triangle on the neon sign.

The color of the signboard is not green either. You have to know that the iconic color of the rat man is green. It is green everywhere, which is very "healthy".

Kazuma was about to hit Huanglong. Suddenly it remembered that he was carrying Jinguji Tamamo. He glanced at the dress of the group of people who gathered to smoke at the entrance of the disco, and then looked back at Jinguji Tamamo The innocent dress of the young lady who came to go outing.

At this time, the people at the entrance of the disco had spotted Jingongji Yuzao and began to whistle.

After all, even the innocent dress does not show up, but it can't conceal Yuzao's proud curve.

Kazuma is astounding. If you bring Yuzao into this disco, I'm afraid that someone will soon develop into a fight because someone wants to come up and wipe the oil.

Kazuma will never let this group of "Lesse" touch their baby apprentices with salty pig hands.

Therefore, taking Yuzao in is bound to fight.

In the best case, the fish will be blown out by the fighting.

The worst possibility is to stun the snake.

Kazuma thought for a while, and felt that it was still not possible to bring in the female dependents, and the female dependents in.

Let's not talk about the possibility of screaming at the grass, it is inconvenient to take the girl to fight or do anything at that time.

Unless it is Honami's kind of girl who can fight side by side with her.

But even if it's Honami, it's inconvenient to bring in.

So Kazuma said to Tamamo, "In this way, you go home first. I will go in to see the situation by myself."

Jinguji Tamamo replied: "It is okay, but I think it is better to have someone who can take care of each other? Go in alone, even if you are not safe, you are not afraid of ten thousand just in case."

Jinguji didn't object to Kazuma not taking herself in, obviously she knew that going in might be the fuse of a weapon fight.

Kazuma thought for a while and found it reasonable.

At this time, it is suitable to enter the disco together-only Amao!

So Kazuma said: "You go home first, I call the public phone to call Amao."

While talking about Kazuma)," he walked towards the public phone booth not far away while taking out coins.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that he had no coins on his body-he would usually bring a few 500 yen coins for emergency or something, but he changed his clothes yesterday and seemed to forget to take out the coins in his pocket!

Kazuma turned around awkwardly, and said to Jinguji Tamamo, who had already taken out a monthly pass and was going to take the bus home: "Lend me 500 yen..."

Jingongji was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "Before you went out today, didn't Chiyoko check what you brought? Her sister was negligent today."

"Don't tell me, lend me some."

Jinguji Tamamo took out his wallet, first took out a few 500 yen coins from the side coin pocket, and then drew a 10,000 yuan bill, and stuffed them together in Kazuma.

"I think to go to the disco, you have to have a million yuan bill on you." She said, "although I haven't been to the disco."

——So you want to go in and see, right? You definitely want to go in and see!

"Then, I'm leaving." Jinguji Tamamo said, reaching out to help Kazuma tidy up the collar, "Be careful."

Kazuma nodded, just at the bus stop not far away, the bus came in.

Jingong Temple rushed all the way to the bus stop, squeezing into the bus before the door closed.

Kazuma watched the bus leave, then walked to the phone booth, threw a 500 yen coin into the coin slot, and dialed his home phone.

**

More than an hour later, Amao arrived.

"My coats are all washed and they haven't dried yet," Amao pointed to the clothes on his body, "so I borrowed a set of clothes from Senior Huacheng."

Kazuma looked at Amao and nodded: "Yes, it looks like a idle college student. When I go in, my expression is a bit fierce and doesn't look like a good person."

Amao smiled, "Master, have you forgotten what I did before I changed my evil and returned to the right?"

After speaking, he immediately put on the classic expression of a bad boy, looking murderous and defiant.

Kazuma clapped his hands: "Okay, very alike! By the way, have you been to a disco before?"

"Of course I have been there. We grabbed money from the lower grades for playing Pachinko, singing K and Bengdi... Ah, I know this is wrong, and we have already paid back the money!"

"Okay, then you are an expert, this time I want you to lead my master in."

It's not Kazuma, he has been a man for two lives and has not been in a disco until now.

It is common to enter a nightclub to entertain customers, but a nightclub is not a disco after all, at least it is a private room.

In a place where a large group of people like a disco get together and twist their bodies crazily, Kazuma enters for the first time today.

Think there is a little excitement.

Amao led Kazuma across the road and came to the "Death Pit" photo. He glanced at each other with the group of people at the door, and then the group continued to smoke and chat by themselves.

Amao led Kazuma into the door.

Kazuma asked in a low voice, "Did you make the cut right after looking at each other?"

"No, no, there are no incisions. This kind of thing depends on the momentum. At a glance, I know ‘ah this is the same kind’, even if I didn’t dye my hair today."

Speaking, the two entered the second door.

This second door is obviously much heavier than the one just now, and it has better sound insulation.

After entering the second door, Kazuma's ears are as if they are temporarily deaf.

The whole room was full of hum, hum, and the crowd was writhing crazily under the psychedelic lights.

There is a DJ scratching on the stage-no, there is no disc scratching in this era. Should the DJ be madly twisting the knobs on the synthesizer?

Anyway, while making noise, the DJ shakes his head like he did when Jinguji was playing drums just now.

Kazuma is speechless: "Would he really not shake his head?"

Amao: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

The noise is so loud, it is impossible to talk normally.

Kazuma waved his hand: "Leave me alone! Take me for a stroll, I'm looking for someone."

Before Amao came, Kazuma had been staring at the exit of the "Death Pit", unless the drummer called Yuichi walked away through the back door, otherwise he must be in this disco.

How is the key to finding him?

Kazuma glanced at the smoky environment, and couldn't help but be stunned: the difficulty of finding someone from this group of demons is really not ordinary.

But Kazuma thought for a while: This is the same as if he is here to trade problematic drugs, then he can't dance in the crowd.

He must be in the deck next to him, and that's where he can "talk about things".

So Kazuma patted Amo on the shoulder and pointed to the deck.

Amao nodded immediately and led Kazuma to the deck.

The two quickly arrived at the deck area. Before Kazuma looked at the people sitting in the deck one by one, a waiter greeted him and said, "What would you like to drink?"

It seems that when you get to the deck, you have to order a drink.

Kazuma: "You have coffee..."

Amao: "I want whiskey."

"Understood, a glass of whiskey, how about you sir?"

The waiter looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma Understand, here you can only order wine.

He has been living in Japan for a long time, and subconsciously began to obey the rule that he can't drink before the age of 20.

If I ordered coffee just now, I'm afraid it would have been a waste of investigation this time.

Kazuma: "I want vodka."

"A glass of vodka, pay first, sir." As the waiter said, he flattened the empty plate and stretched it out in front of Amao and Kazuma.

Kazuma took out the ten thousand yuan bill given by Jingongji just now and put it on the plate.

The waiter looked at Kazuma expectantly, obviously waiting for the sentence "No need to find it."

Kazuma: "Find good money and send it back with wine."

So the next moment, Kazuma enjoyed an epic face-changing performance.

Is it so explicit?

The waiter replied feebly: "Sir, wait a moment, what you want will come right away."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Amao naturally sat down at the nearest deck, and Kazuma hurriedly followed up and sat across from Amao.

"Will you really drink a bar later?" Kazuma asked.

"I'm really bad. I've drunk alcohol a long time ago, and so have cigarettes." Amao shrugged, "I was not as tall as I am now, so I always hide from ghosts after drinking. The patrolmen, it's quite exciting."

Kazuma: "Now you look like a real adult, you should not be checked by the police."

"I hope so. It's a big deal when I go back, find a tie or something to tie it on my head."

Kazuma laughed.

Amao turned his words: "Did Master see the target?"

"No." Kazuma shook his head, "When I was stalking outside, it was pretty easy to follow because of the visual band of the target, but now in this room, all the **** people dressed in visual bands ..."

"Master, you can do this. When the wine comes, you are holding the wine glass, pretending to be looking for someone to make friends, and running around in the deck area. This is normal, and no one will take care of it."

Kazuma is speechless: "Why are you so proficient? How many times have you been to the disco?"

"I'm the former bad guy, I am clear about the disco affairs." Amao said, patted his chest.

Kazuma shrugged.

At this time, on the stage where the DJ was, a strong man stepped onto the stage.

The strong man carried the guitar on his back, went straight to the DJ, punched the DJ to the ground, and threw it on the stage.

The people who had been jumping to the Die stopped twisting and burst into cheers like a tsunami.

Kazuma points to the stage: "What's the matter with this? Customs?"

Amao shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I have never seen this scene. It should be unique to this disco."

A band came on stage and began to tune.

The people in the disco no longer twisted, shouting "URB" and "URB" together. The loudness of the voice even overwhelmed the sound of disco music that was still playing.

Kazuma glanced at Amao, who spread his hands on him.

Obviously this URB is also beyond the scope of Amao's knowledge.

Kazuma suspects that this URB is the name of the band. But now the scene where everyone chanted three English letters rhythmically, always reminds Kazuma of the scene when European and American audiences chanted TSM in unison when watching the League of Legends Global Finals in the previous life.

When Kazuma crossed, S10 hadn't started playing. I don't know if S10 will have the share of the big glass master.

At this time, someone finally remembered to turn off the music. A guy dressed up by the staff ran up to the stage and went to the DJ station to turn off the current music.

The lead singer of the URB band picked up the microphone and shouted to everyone in the audience: "Let you wait a long time!"

Cheers from below.

"Let's work together to smash the **** of music!" The vocalist shouted again, raising the universal gesture representing rock and roll while shouting.

The people below also raised the same gesture together, shouting "God of Music"!

Goose bumps appeared on the back of Kazuma.

What the hell, this Nima wouldn't really be the sacrificial scene of any foreign god, right?

Like to play the **** of music, use music and art to seduce people... the king of yellow clothes?

No way, no way?

Kazuma glanced at Amao, who also frowned.

After meeting his gaze, Amao asked Kazuma: "Master, the sight in front of me...reminds me of **, how can I distinguish between music fanaticism and religious fanaticism?"

Kazuma: "Maybe there is no need to distinguish."

Kazuma reminds of the SCP Foundation, which he paid a lot of attention to in his previous life. This is an open new ghost story creation project created by many people. There is an SCP in this project, which is a stalk. The content is that the SCP Foundation puts the Beatles and Elvis The enthusiasm caused by musicians like Michael Jackson is regarded as an anomaly.

Because it was unable to contain this phenomenon, the SCP Foundation finally decided to assassinate Elvis and others.

There is an appendix at the end of that document, which is the evaluation of the ethics committee of the SCP Foundation. It is believed that this phenomenon may not be SCP, but just the craze caused by normal music.

Now that Kazuma has witnessed the "music craze" with my own eyes, I suddenly felt that the SCP might not be playing tricks-maybe this is really some kind of anomaly.

If so, many things can be explained.

This kind of fanaticism, to be honest, is no different from religious fanaticism.

It's just that music lovers didn't start the crusade.

Moreover, the frenetic scene in front of Kazuma may really be the mass of the **** of music, a **** who does not know where it came from.

When I get home, Kazuma will definitely talk about this with Tamamo.

At this time, the waiter with a stinking face just returned, and put the wine and change on the table in front of Kazuma.

Kazuma put away the change, picked up the wine glass, and glanced at Amao: "I'll go around."

Amao nodded: "I'm here to serve as a backup."

Kazuma stood up and walked into the depths of the deck area with a leisurely pace.

At the same time, the URB band on stage began to sing the first song.

Kazuma I can't say that I have listened to rock in the last life, and I think I still have a certain appreciation for rock and roll.

The rock of the URB band made him involuntarily turn his head to look on the stage.

This band, the unexpected level is pretty good?

So, after seeing the **** of music, can you really improve your music creation ability?

Kazuma was thinking about it, and I ran into someone head-on, and the wine in my hand splashed over Kazuma.

He turned his head to look at the person he met, about to apologize, and suddenly found that the other person was not kind.

The brawny man who is a head taller than Kazuma looked at Kazuma condescendingly: "Oh, this lost lamb, can't seem to find where his home is?"

Kazuma smiled: "I just want to find someone to make friends."

"People who love music are friends, do you love music?" the brawny asked.

Kazuma: "Of course, I love music too much."

"But what you brought is not a guitar, but a bamboo knife." said the strong man.

"This..." Kazuma was about to explain, suddenly there was a warm cheer around.

He and the strong man turned to look towards the stage.

I saw a person climbed onto the stage from the front of the stage, went straight to the drummer of URB, knocked the drummer down with a punch, grabbed the drumstick and started to beat.

The person on stage is the drummer and Yi who led Kazuma to this disco!

Violent drums resounded throughout the disco. The other members of URB were planning to come up for a fight, but their expressions changed as soon as they heard the drums.

The lead singer shouted: "A new family member is born! Let us go crazy for the music!"

Kazuma half-opened his mouth, he felt more and more that this popular so-called new drug is not as simple as **.

Where does the general ** have this effect?

Can it really improve the level of music creation?

At this time, the strong man in front of Kazuma said: "Do you want to see the **** of music too?"

Kazuma nodded decisively: "I'm interested."

He wants tangible evidence.

"Then you are looking for the wrong place," said the strong man. "We don't even know what this group of people are going crazy here."

Kazuma looked suspiciously at the strong man.

The other party changed his ferocious expression just now, and spread his hands together: "We are just a safe and secure disco. We pay the protection fee to Inagawa, who manages this site, every week, and then we have to use the money to manage the police officers in this area. Occasionally, she would give gifts to the daughter of the chief of police station.

"We are good people."

Kazuma frowned. He knew that he would be forced in this disco, and he probably couldn't find anything.

The enemy had been alarmed and ran away cautiously.

But this time it's not completely unprofitable.

Kazuma turned his head and glanced at the drummer Yoichi who was playing passionately on stage.

At least Kazuma knows someone who must have an affair with the **** of music.

In addition, I discovered an underground band URB that may all be related to the **** of music.

Next, just keep an eye on the drummer Yoichi and find Shaxuri Kitagawa to learn about this URB band, and you can always find any clues.

So Kazuma showed a regretful expression: "Well, then I will ask these people on the stage later."

"It's useless." The strong man shook his head. "Many of us have asked questions like the God of Music, but they said a lot of things they didn't understand. I asked, "You just talk about music." Who is the god, is it Elvis or John Lennon,' and they laughed."

Kazuma is half pretend and half is really shocked: "Even Elvis and John Lennon are not the gods of music?"

The brawny man shrugged: "Yes, I also think it's very ridiculous. In their opinion, these are just ‘God’s Envoys’ or ‘saints’."

Kazuma took the opportunity to say its own reasoning and tried: "Is this a new religion?"

"Who knows, I personally feel that the popularity of rock and roll is already religious enough." The strong man shrugged, then snapped his fingers and called in an attendant, "Come on, give this a new glass of vodka, after all, it's me. Overturned his vodka."

The waiter nodded: "Okay."

The strong man added: "Send it to the guest's place."

The meaning is obvious, it is to make Kazuma go back to your seat and don't sway.

Kazuma went down the donkey: "Okay, I'll go back and wait for vodka. Wouldn't you come and sit down and chat together?"

"No, as the manager of this disco, I am still very busy." The brawny man bowed to Kazuma, turned and left.

The waiter stood there and looked at Kazuma. It was obvious that he would not get the wine unless Kazuma was returned.

Kazuma can only turn around and go back to his seat and glance at Amao.

Amao: "I feel like I touched a nail?"

"Yes, the Lord should have run away. It is estimated that there will be no pill trade that can meet the **** of music in this place for a long time." Kazuma is speechless.

"Shooting the grass and scaring the snake?"

"That's right. But if we don't come in and see, we can never be sure that there is a real problem here." Kazuma whispered.

At this time the waiter brought up the wine.

Kazuma waited for the waiter to leave, and poured the wine from the glass directly into the trash can under the table.

He would not drink any beverages from someone who might be the enemy.

Amao: "How about I go out and call Officer Shiratori?"

"It's useless. The other party has left the relationship clean and can only grab those on the stage. But seeing that means, they will not reveal the secrets 100%."

Amao also glanced at the stage, also looking helpless.

"Let's go." Kazuma said.

Amao nodded, and poured the little wine in front of him into the trash can under the table.

Then the two stood up and moved towards the door.

**

On the second floor of the Death Pit, the man in the peaked cap asked the death pit manager who came upstairs: "Interpol?"

"No, it's not like. On the outside, it feels tenderer than the average detective, like a college student, but... it also feels very oily. It's very smooth."

The man in the peaked cap frowned.

The manager continued: "And I always feel that the person talking to me is a bit familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere."

In this era, image transmission mainly relies on newspaper photos and TV. For people who don’t read newspapers and TV often, it’s normal to be unfamiliar with the face of Kazuma.

But the name Kiryuu Kazuma, many people should have known it by word of mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ especially the residents of this underground world, for being alone in the Kanto united three-generation organization People's names are somewhat heard.

However, just now, Kiryuu Kazuma did not report the family.

The capped man pondered for a few seconds, and then said to the man at the door: "Follow them."

The subordinate nodded immediately, and then left quietly.

The capped man then said to the manager: "We are going to move, and we can no longer stay in this spot where people are staring at."

The manager hurriedly asked: "Then if someone comes to sell something, we should..."

"Don't worry, the **** of music will guide the dependents to find new selling points. You just need to continue to provide the dependents with places to use their musical strengths."

The manager hesitated, but still nodded: "Understood."

To be honest, the manager doesn't believe anything like this kind of nonsense about what the **** of music guides his family.

But since they didn't want to tell him what was going on, he didn't bother to ask.

To seek life in the underground world, it is often a blessing to know less.

"Is there anything else I need to do?" the manager asked.

The capped man shook his head: "No, you are doing well. If the police come, you can tell all you know. When you need legal aid, someone will naturally shoot a lawyer and come to you. ."

The manager bowed to the capped man, and then exited the room.

The capped man stood up immediately, without looking at the alternate passage leading to the back door, opened the window of the room directly, jumped out of the window, and quickly disappeared into the night with the parkour action that would be awe-inspiring after seeing Kazuma).

The wind blows into the room from the open window, causing the curls of the unextinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray to dance with the wind.

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