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Agent Smith was in the communication car, reporting to "Gentlemen of Langley."

After giving a brief and concise report on the current situation, he routinely added the following sentence: "The detailed written report will be submitted later."

The voice fell, and the other end of the radio wave was silent, and there was only rustling static noise in Smith's earphones.

Smith waited for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, and the response came: "Agent Smith, ignore Kiryuu Kazuma."

"What? Why? He obviously knows a lot of inside information. If you don't care about him, maybe the inside information will be revealed..."

"Don't worry, even if he writes to all Japanese news organizations to disclose as soon as he gets home, it won't cause any disturbance." The voice over the radio said in an unquestionable tone, "To put it bluntly, we don't care."

Smith was silent for a few seconds, but was still not reconciled: "I think that curbing Japan's transformation is our primary goal."

"It's true, but it's just this kind of thing, we don't care."

"If Kiryuu Kazuma reveals these things to United**..."

"Agent Smith, I said one last time, we don't care."

Smith bit his lip: "Well, I understand. From now on I will no longer pay attention to Kiryuu Kazuma and no longer monitor him."

In fact, he said this still brought some personal emotions and had the intention to demonstrate, but the other side responded: "This is fine. Your manpower has more important tasks. One SR71 Blackbird has entered the take-off preparation process. It will drop VIPs over you in hours. You have to make sure that VIPs can successfully complete his tasks."

Smith frowned: "Blackbird? The technology of airdropping people with that thing has been completed?"

"It's not finished yet, but we don't care."

Smith frowned even more tightly: "You don't care that doesn't care, that's not right, who are you? Usually Langley gentlemen are routable, I want Senior Mission Director Donald to speak!"

"Approve, we will transfer it to Donald after we finish the call." The voice on the other side of the radio wave still sounded unwavering, as if the owner of the voice had no emotion at all. "As for who we are, you don't need to know. You just Need to know that the entire CIA works for us."

"Are you the President of the United States? Is the President's National Security Council? I ask you to verify your identity and apply for the identity verification process E1."

"Approve, start the identity verification process."

Then the opposite side was replaced with electronically synthesized sound, and a long string of numbers was reported.

Smith took out the electronic authenticator he carried with him. The complexity of this thing is roughly equivalent to the little genius phone watch popular among parents in the last life of Kazuma, but in 1981 this was a real high-tech electronic equipment.

Smith entered the numbers he heard, and the results soon came out. No matter who he is communicating with, he must be able to direct his "online".

"The verification is over. I... **** it, why must it be so ridiculous, full of mysticism? Are you really a secret association among those conspiracy theorists?"

"All you need to know is that our logo is printed on the dollar bills. Do you have any questions, Agent Smith?"

Smith sighed, "No more."

"Then, according to your request, the call will be forwarded to Donald, Senior Task Director."

"No, no need. Donald will definitely be a lot of words. I have to arrange to pick up the VIP. Let me first explain that there is no flat and hard ground for landing in the vicinity of ten kilometers. There are some in the mountains. The land is flat, but it's all rice fields, terribly soft."

"Don't worry, perform your task. Langley is over."

After talking over there, the communication was cut off.

Smith was speechless, then took out a green one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket, looked at Franklin's head on it and muttered to himself: "The logo is printed on the dollar bill? Is it the Federal Reserve Board?"

He shook his head and was about to put the dollar bills back into his pocket when suddenly his eyes swept across a triangular mark.

He stopped, looked carefully at the banknote again, and found the symbol he had just swept accidentally.

The symbol was there, but Smith had never noticed it before.

The all-seeing eye, the symbol of Freemasonry.

Freemasonry itself is actually not as mysterious as the conspiracy theory said. It is a public organization. When American politicians raise campaign funds, they often go to the Freemasonry dinner parties to give speeches and collect donations.

Most of the time Freemasonry does not look very different from those charity organizations or political lobbying organizations.

In the old European countries, Freemasonry will hold a cocktail party in high-level private clubs every time. Some topics of concern will be discussed at the meeting, but it only stops there.

At least according to Smith's past knowledge, it only ends here.

But at this moment, looking at the all-seeing eye that was on the dollar bills for granted, but has been ignored by him, and recalling the communication just now, Smith shuddered—it was a midsummer night.

Smith collected the dollar bills and took a deep breath.

——We have to pick up the VIP.

Damn, skydiving from the SR71 Blackbird flying in the stratosphere at three times the speed of sound, it's really a loss for the technical lunatics at the Skunk Factory to do it.

Don't drop the VIP directly into meat sauce when the time comes, and you have to take the time to recover him from the field by a spoonful.

Smith muttered and opened the door of the communication car.

According to regulations, when Smith is reporting upwards, no one can stand within five meters of the communication vehicle.

Smith's partner and deputy Li was boringly smoking a cigarette five meters away.

"Hey, let's go, we have work to do. Washington sent us a special express." Smith waved to Lee and greeted him.

"Sent from Washington? Do you know how many hours it takes for Washington to fly here? Even if we start from the West Coast, there is enough time for us to have a drink and sleep beautifully."

"Guests are coming by SR71, airborne." Smith said concisely.

Li whistled: "Make America great."

This was Reagan's campaign slogan. Later, a young man with blonde hair who knew everything learned it and changed it to continue using it.

"Let's go," Smith said.

He originally wanted to talk about the mysterious new boss, but after hesitating for a while, he thought it was better not to talk about it. There are already enough conspiracy theorists in this world, and the number of them should not be increased.

**

Early the next morning, Kazuma opened his eyes, and the first reaction was to confirm his shorts.

Fortunately, there is no need for replacement.

He sat up, patted his face, and cheered up.

——Today, I’m going to ask Miss Akani if ​​there has been any camera theft.

He stood up, rolled up the quilt quickly and pushed it aside.

The people from the hotel will clean the bedding later, which is the case these days.

Kazuma After a simple wash in the bathroom, the door is opened.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of vocal training in the next room.

It is Kobayashi Kazumasa who collaborated with Kazuma this time, that is, Kazumasa Oda's heterogeneous body.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and knocked directly at the door of Kobayashi's room.

"Please come in."

Hearing the response inside, Kazuma opened the door and entered the room. He saw Kazuo Kobayashi sitting on the windowsill holding the guitar, humming while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's actually you." Kobayashi Kazumasa saw Kazuma and quickly stood up, "I thought it was Mr. Zhang or Mr. Oiwakawa. I'll make tea for you..."

Kazuma What do you want to do, you won't make tea when you come to Da Zhang or Da Iwakawa, right?

Kobayashi and Masao entered the pantry, but immediately looked sorry and the probe came out and asked, "I only have instant coffee. Is this all right?"

Kazuma: "As long as it is not black tea."

"Okay, no black tea." Kobayashi Kazuo retracted into the pantry, "I don't like black tea, do you think it's too dry?"

"No, it's just that I want to sleep when I drink black tea."

"What a strange physique."

While talking, Kazuma Kobayashi came out with two cups of instant coffee, handed a cup to Kazuma, and sat back on the window sill with a cup in his arms.

"It's really choking, Mr. Kiryu, it's obviously here to gather the wind, but I came across a new type of bacteria. I don't know how long we will be isolated."

Kazuma said smoothly: "Usually fourteen days."

"Is that so? You deserve to be a student of East University, you know so much."

No, this is the experience brought by the previous life.

Kobayashi Kazushima put a few sips of coffee on the windowsill, picked up the guitar and played again.

This time he played the chords that the arranger Mr. Zhang just wrote for "Sudden Love Story".

I have to say that although Kazuma doesn't know who this teacher Zhang corresponds to in his previous life, he is good at it.

Kobayashi Kazuo started to sing.

Kazuma has never thought that one day I can listen to Kobayashi Kazumasa's concert at such a close distance, it will still be one-on-one.

That's it, Kazuma applauded gently.

Kobayashi Kazumasa smiled modestly: "I can't sing well to show my ugliness. I changed the chord of Teacher Da Zhang a little..."

"Very good!" Kazuma gave a thumbs up, "Just sing as you, I said."

After all, this is the true master of "Sudden Love"-the other-time and space-time counterpart. The changes he made, Kazuma, of course, have no brain support.

Kobayashi Kazumasa: "Well... don't you talk to Mr. Zhang first?"

"This is the song I wrote, and I have the final say." After finishing Kazuma, I realized that it was a bit cheeky to say so in front of the real original author?

Kobayashi Kazumasa: "Really... Thanks to the kindness of Mr. Kiryu. As a singer who has just debuted for a few years, I can get the appreciation of Mr. Kiryu who is the pinnacle of his debut. I am really terrified..."

"Don't say that, when I listen to your song, I feel that this sudden love is none other than you."

Next, Kazuma made a few more polite words with Kobayashi, and after drinking the coffee, he was about to stand up and leave.

Kobayashi Kazumasa suddenly asked, "Does the song on side B have any eyebrows?"

Kazuma: "Ah, there are eyebrows."

In fact, he already had eyebrows--or he had already figured out which one to copy.

There is already this "Sudden Love" as the title song. This song has the strength to become a national hit regardless of the quality of the song or the style.

Therefore, Kazuma intends to put a song on the B side that is more than the current era.

For example, get a song from 2000 or even 2010.

Things like "riding on the back of a silver dragon" and "LEMON" are all within the consideration of Kazuma.

Although I had long thought about what to copy, Kazuma had always told Oiwakawa Houyi that he had no inspiration.

This is actually pretending, he wants to behave more like a creator.

Obviously Kobayashi Kazumasa believed the nonsense of Kazuma.

Now that I heard Kazuma say that there are eyebrows, Kobayashi Kazumasa looks very happy: "Great, it seems that the old Chinese saying that there must be a good luck after a disaster is very reasonable."

Kazuma also echoed with a smile: "That's it, but if you write a new song, you will have to suffer a catastrophe, I am respectable, thank you Bumin."

"That's true. If you want to, Mr. Kiryu, you might be able to make up for ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties."

"Then I should become a Buddha." Kazuma waved his hand, "I still want to stay in this world for a while."

As soon as the voice fell, Kazuma heard someone shouting in the hallway: "Kazuma! Where are you?"

Just by listening to this loud voice, you would know that it must be Meijiazi.

"I'm leaving now." Kazuma stood up, "Thank you for your coffee."

"Looking forward to the new song." Kazuma Kobayashi stood up and delivered Kazuma to the door.

As soon as Kazuma opened the door, I ran into Mei Jiazi running in the corridor.

"Ah, you are here in Kazuma! Frighten me, I thought you were missing." Mikako stopped and let out a long sigh of relief, "Go, let's go for morning exercises. Let me see if cholera makes you fist weaken!"

"Nonsense, you definitely want to take this opportunity to find a place."

"Hey, it's a fine tradition for us Japanese to see through. Let's go."

Mikako grabbed the hand of Kazuma and dragged him to the stairs.

Kazuma turned back and waved to Kobayashi Kazumasa.

Xiaolin nodded, then closed the door.

Going down to the second floor, Kazuma met Akane Kaede head-on at the corner of the stairs.

Kazuma immediately grabbed Mikako in front of her and told her to stop, then said to Akanishi Kaede: "Miss Akani, is it convenient now?"

"Uh," Chi Xifeng glanced at Mei Jiazi and found that the latter was completely indifferent, and then nodded, "I have nothing to do, why, I have investigated the eyebrows? But the **** master is already dead..."

Akanishi Kaede has always believed that the **** Lord Masao Ota killed Watanabe and Oda.

Now that she looks like this, she doesn't intend to hold the dead person accountable.

Kazuma shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that. I want to ask a question, did you have a camera loss incident last year?"

Then something unexpected happened.

After Chixifeng heard that the camera had lost four words, a cloud of haze appeared on her face.

"I don't want to talk about this unless you tell me what it has to do with Watanabe's death!"

Kazuma is staggering.

He couldn't tell Chixi Feng that "maybe a half-demon was seen by Watanabe and took a photo."

"If you don't tell me the connection between the camera incident and Watanabe's death, please show your police handbook. As a law-abiding citizen, I have an obligation to assist the criminal police in investigating the case, but..."

"You commissioned me to investigate the truth of the incident." Kazuma counterattacked, "You conceal information from me, so how can I investigate the truth?"

Akanishi glared at Kazuma: "But this is not something that is difficult to investigate. Please check it out by yourself, about the camera. I don't want to recall this thing anymore, I don't want to at all."

After saying this, Chixifeng passed by Kazuma angrily and went upstairs.

Mei Jiazi looked at Chi Xifeng who was leaving in a huff, and muttered: "What is she pulling, she doesn't look as good as I am, and her chest is not as big as I am, so the school that took the exam is a little bit better than me. If it is better than English , I am better than her."

Kazuma ignored Mikako's mumble, he frowned at Chixifeng's back-what's the matter? Is there any secret?

"Then what, Mikazi." Kazuma interrupted Mikazi's thoughts, "Huashan-jun is not pulling his stomach now, right?"

"It's good, Kazuma, people started to have diarrhea after eating super spicy ice cream. It was already seven days ago. You haven't paid attention to Mr. Huashan at all in the past seven days?"

Kazuma scratched his head.

Mei Jiazi continued to complain: "Somehow it is your apprentice who gave the tuition."

"Well, it's my fault. Anyway, he's alright, right? Go, let's go find him."

"Huh, where's the morning exercise?"

"Relax, practice with you, practice with you until you beg for mercy. But I want to find Mr. Huashan first."

Kazuma said while dragging Mei Jiazi back to the third floor, and went straight to the room of Mr. Huashan along the corridor.

**

As soon as Hanayama Zhao opened the door, he was surprised: "Huh? What's the matter? Master, it's unusual for you to come to me so early."

Mikako rushed and said, "He wants to ask you about the Meiji University Institute of Fantasy Creatures."

"Fantasy Creature Research Association, come in, Master." Mr. Hua Shan gave way and said respectfully.

Kazuma stepped through the door and sniffed first.

Hanayama: "Master Kiryu, don't worry, my stomach has been healed for several days. And I usually pay great attention to personal hygiene. There is absolutely no peculiar smell in the room."

Kazuma is a bit embarrassing: "Uh, okay. It's mainly because I was a bit impressed by hearing your movements outside the toilet in the first two days. Let's talk about the Fantasy Creature Research Association. Are they famous?"

Hanayama took out the cushion and asked Kazuma to sit down, and replied: "They were not well-known at first, after all, they were just a strange research conference. Meiji University has many strange research studies, researching supernatural, researching Ruins—by the way, Ruins Research seems to be going to a small island full of ruins this summer."

Kazuma: "Really..."

In fact, he probably guessed what island it was. In his previous life, there was a small Japanese island that flourished on social media by relying on the ruins of the scene for a while, and it was written by the media every other time.

Hanayama continued: "That's it. But last year the Fantasy Biology Research Association became the focus of attention of Meiji University students because they died two in a summer vacation, and there was a vegetative."

Ok? Two dead? Did you die in the summer?

Kazuma: "Are you sure that two are dead?"

"Yup."

"One is Watanabe-kun, and who is the other?" Kazuma asked immediately.

Hanayama: "It seems that it was Ozawa. Watanabe-kun died in the clubhouse. You should know this master. As for Ozawa, it is this Ozawa who really made a lot of noise.

"Watanabe-kun’s camera disappeared when he was staying together. At that time, the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association suspected that Ozawa had stolen it. Because Ozawa’s family is not very good, he is reluctant to go to college. He usually fights a lot. Work to make ends meet."

Kazuma frowned, because doing a lot of jobs always reminded him of Amao.

He urged: "What then?"

"Then Watanabe died, and there were rumors that Ozawa was holding a grudge and killed Watanabe. The bullying started before school started.

"It is said that Ozawa's apartment rented, as well as his hometown in the country, received a lot of anonymous letters, the kind of anonymous letters collaged with words cut from newspapers, saying that he was the murderer."

Kazuma: "Is it bullying again?"

Kazuma's sister Chiyoko was bullied in school. Chiyoko herself said that she came out by kendo, so the dojo is especially important for her.

Huashan changed from the usual careless performance of dog licking, with a solemn expression: "Yes, it's bullying again. I didn't expect that bullying would happen after going to college. I don't know if it will be a social person. Encountered this kind of thing."

I'm afraid - it will.

However, the rich second generation of Huashan, under the Japanese social system, probably not many people will bully him after becoming a social person.

Huashan sighed: "In short, the bullying started, and I don't know who did it. Maybe it was a lynching executed by the entire Fantasy Creature Research Association like the murder on the Orient Express. Then I heard that before school started. One day, Ozawa-kun jumped off the roof of the apartment building rented by Mr. Watanabe."

Kazuma: "Watanabe-kun's apartment?"

"Yes, it's an old Tuandi building."

The name Tuandi Building is somewhat similar to "Khrushchev Building" and refers to a series of real estate projects developed by the "Japan Housing Corporation", referred to as Tuandi.

The design of Tuandi Building does refer to the Khrushchev Building of the Soviet Union, and it also incorporates the Japanese longhouse culture. Before the war, there were a large number of longhouses in Japan. This is a kind of public housing similar to a large house. The bottom people live.

The Tuandi Building mainly houses a large number of middle-class families brought about by the post-war development.

Before the war, Japan did not have such a number of middle-class people, so the transition from the long house to the Dandi building can be regarded as a reflection of the progress of Japanese society.

Hanayama paused, as if recalling details: "It seems...Watanabe-kun is not too wealthy, but his parents are both Tokyo natives and general club members of large companies, so he can provide for Watanabe Meiji with his salary. University, that's it.

"So Watanabe didn't rent an apartment near Kanda River like me, but rented an apartment in Danji Building-of course I rented an apartment in Kanda River to experience life...

"I heard that the stolen camera was quite expensive. To buy it, Mr. Watanabe worked the entire summer vacation in the last year of high school."

Kazuma: "Really?"

"It should be true, but I also heard that after the camera was lost, Watanabe stopped everyone to question Ozawa, and also said'not Ozawa' personally, but this kindness was made after Watanabe died. Ze's situation is even harsher.

"After all, the bully believed that Ozawa was the murderer,'repaying grievances with virtue and unforgivable', that's probably the case."

Huashan stopped and sighed.

Kazuma tapped his finger on the tatami: "There is another Ozawa-kun. Before my investigation, no one told me that there is such a person. The **** probably does not know Ozawa, but the people of the Meiji University Fantasy Biology Research Association I don’t want to mention...then it’s you, you're having diarrhea!"

Huashan was taken aback: "Huh? So, is this to blame me?"

Kazuma: "Well, no wonder. In the future, remember to eat carefully and don't eat everything."

"But, when you see spicy ice cream, you would want to try it, right?" Huashan argued for reasons, "Don't you want to try it?"

Mei Jiazi: "I really want to try it, but when I think of your miserable way, forget it."

Kazuma: "You don't even have a sense of measure without Mikazi!"

Mei Jiazi shouted: "What do you mean!"

Huashan nodded solemnly: "Master's education is right~lightnovelpub.net~Hey! What do you two mean!"

Kazuma: "Don't mind, by the way, Mikazi, don't you still have to do morning exercises with me? Let's go..."

As soon as the voice fell, Kazuma heard the sound of an engine in the air.

It's the sound of a helicopter's engine.

He walked quickly to the window and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine. He happened to see a Chinook twin-rotor helicopter with the US Marine Corps logo flying through the air.

What the hell? What are the Americans doing?

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