After more than an hour of running around, Kitagawa Saori led Kazuma to the earth house.

Kazuma’s impression of the name Earth House is related to a Jeep movie I’ve seen in the previous life. The movie is called. The main story is about a girl who wants to be a writer and a boy who wants to be a luthier. Pure youth between.

　　 And there is a branch line hidden in the movie, that is, the owner of a grocery store called Earth House. When he was studying abroad when he was young, he had a fruitless love with a foreign lady.

　　 Kazuma I like it very much, although this is not Kazuma's favorite Jeep movie, but that is because there are so many classic Jeep, so that this work can only stand back.

　　 The Jeepney works in front are lined up, one more than the other specifications,...

Kazuma feels that from the perspective of online texts, the soul of Jeep, Mr. Hayao Miyazaki, is definitely a systematic person, "ding, reward 100 points for inspiration" and "ding, reward handed-down masterpiece storytelling." "...

　　 On the other hand, my non-human golden finger may not be as good as Mr. Hayao Miyazaki's "protagonist", but his master specializes in animation art.

　　 Incidentally, the favorite Jeep work of Kazuma is, and I like it more and more with age.

　　 It was the first time I saw this work when I was a child, and I felt that there was a problem with this work.

　　 Later, as his muscles became looser and his beer belly became more and more magnificent in Kazuma, he became more and more aware of romance.

　　 A man will eventually become a pig, but as long as he holds the joystick, his flying heart will wake up. Under the old and loose skin, the sea breeze in the Adriatic Sea never stops.

　　 is a fairy tale for old uncles.

　　 "May you still be a teenager when you come back."

　　 But now, it's still too early before Hayao Miyazaki is freed up. The old man may have just reached his middle age now, and he may not be able to shoot Miyazaki now.

　　 Kazuma actually flipped through manga magazines from time to time recently. He remembered that Hayao Miyazaki's Nausicaa manga was serialized in the magazine for a long time, and then he made an animation.

　　 But unfortunately, Kazuma was not found, and I have never heard of the name Hayao Miyazaki.

　　 Okada Koji and Anno Akira are both deep house. If according to the history of the original world, Miyazaki would participate in the production of Lupin III and show up, then Okada Koji and Anno Akira have no reason not to know this predecessor.

　　 I don’t know what went wrong.

But now, Kazuma sees the earth house in front of me, and suddenly hope is rekindled, because this earth house is too similar to the inside, maybe Mr. Miyazaki saw the earth house in reality before he was in the animation. I also made one.

　　 It's just that the earth house in the animation is a grocery store, and it also does some work such as repairing clocks and music boxes. The basement of the grocery store is the workshop for making and repairing violins.

　　 This earth house, you can see from the window that it is the piano store.

　　 To be honest, the electric bass and electric guitars are placed in this store, and the contrast with the retro decoration style in the store is not so big.

　　 Kazuma looked at the shop through the window, but no one was found.

　　 "Where's the person?" he asked Saori Kitagawa.

"It's not normal to see people. I told the shopkeeper more than once that his shop is a thief's paradise, and he doesn't even know that something has been stolen." Kitagawa Shaouri shrugged, "However, it may be because I often come and go. Thieves keep away from this shop."

　　 Kazuma: "It's also possible that a thief was interrupted by a shopkeeper with karate."

　　 Level 51, playing ordinary people is not the same as playing.

　　 "Why are you so sure that the shop owner can do karate? I also practice martial arts. Why don't I feel the warrior temperament of the shop owner's old man?"

　　 Kazuma thought that it was because you didn't have gold fingers.

　　Kazuma on the mouth said: "Maybe it's because you haven't reached the level of integration of mind and skill."

　　 "Then, does it really exist?" Kitagawa Saori glanced at Kazuma, and before Kazuma answered, he pushed open the glass door of the Earth House.

When 　　 pushed the door, the bell hung on the door rang to remind the owner of a visitor.

　　 However, no one came out to welcome the guests.

　　 Kazuma followed Kitagawa Saori and entered the earth house.

　　 He was completely on guard, turned his head and ran away.

　　 After all, Kazuma saw the entry of the Earth House on the head of the shop owner, indicating that it was written as "an ordinary piano store."

　　 This golden finger doesn't speak human language, this piano shop is 80% uncommon.

　　 Kazuma originally believed so firmly.

　　 However, as far as Kazuma first came into the store, it was indeed an ordinary music store.

　　 Beichuan Saxuri opened his voice and shouted: "Old man! Come out to pick up the guests!"

　　 No one came out.

　　 Kitagawa Saori said to Kazuma: "Just take a look, I'll go to the back to find someone. I think I fell asleep in the recliner again."

　　 "Oh, good." Kazuma nodded and continued to observe the situation in the store.

　　 Kazuma saw a handful of shamisen placed on a special shelf above the counter.

　　 There is such a handful of shamisen in this room of western musical instruments, it is hard not to be noticeable.

　　 Kazuma stepped forward and carefully observed the shamisen, but with his pure layman's eyes, there was no problem.

There is no decoration on the shell of 　　 shamisen, and there is no such thing as a family pattern, and there is no inscription of the producer.

　　 Things made by well-known Japanese craftsmen will definitely leave traces such as inscriptions. This behavior itself will "appreciate" the value.

　　 This is the case with swordsmiths, and it must be the same with the craftsmen who make shamisen.

　　 Kazuma reached out and picked up the shamisen and turned to the back—

　　 "This is rumored to be a work from the Asuka era." Suddenly, an old and strong voice penetrated into the ear of Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma turned his head violently and saw the old drummer who had been seen before coming out of the store.

　　 Behind the old man, Saori Kitagawa was desperately winking his eyebrows, seeing that it meant to let Kazuma put down the shamisen and make amends with the old man.

　　 Kazuma carefully placed the shamisen, and then smiled at the old man: "Asuka era, there is shamisen..."

　　 "Are you an idiot? How could it be possible? I'm just trying to see the knowledge of Dong University students. However, this one of mine can be regarded as a guqin." The old man walked behind the counter and stroked the shamisen affectionately.

　　 "Unfortunately, one string is missing, so I can't play it anymore."

　　 Kazuma frowned and glanced at the large guitar strings hanging on the shelf next to the counter.

　　 After all, the piano shop, of course, sells strings such as "consumables."

　　 "Special piano, of course, must be equipped with special strings." The old man said, and then he didn't seem to want to be entangled in this aspect, and he changed the conversation directly, "Come to me, Kiryuu Kazuma teacher."

　　'S sudden honorific name caught Kazuma off guard, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't dare to be, I'm here..."

　　 "He said you can do karate." Kitagawa Shaouri robbed Shiro. "And he is a very powerful master."

　　 The shopkeeper frowned slightly and re-evaluated Kazuma, and when he spoke again, his tone was obviously softer: "You are telling me, I look like a karate master."

　　 "I don't know, it just feels." Kazuma can only say that.

　　 can't say "Hello, I can see the entry, thank you", right?

　　 The shopkeeper stared at Kazuma for a while, then sighed softly: "Yes, I know a little about karate. But I have given up martial arts for many years."

　　 Give up martial arts for many years and still be level 51?

　　 "Now I am just an old urchin who has a heart to play, and a drummer in the rain. If Mr. Kiryu is here to talk about the topic of martial arts, then I can only issue an order to dismiss."

　　 Kazuma hurriedly said: "No, Budo is confirmed incidentally. I would like to ask your opinion on the recent incident of the God of Music."

"I have no opinion." The shopkeeper replied, "There is no **** in this world. If there is, then the goal of rock and roll is to kill him. On the road of rock and roll, the hope of entering the temple of music rests on the gods, this kind of garbage I even disdain to look at them more."

　　 Kazuma is a bit to remind the old man that the string he just said is his view of the **** of music, so he is not without his views, he is contradicting himself.

　　 But looking at the old man's 51-level karate level, Kazuma thinks that the old man is right, he just has no opinion.

　　 Kazuma was about to tap the side from a different angle, but the old man asked: "How long have you been acting with Shaxuri?"

Kazuma did not expect that the other party would ask this question, and was stunned for a second before answering: "It's been a week, mainly looking for bands that may be involved in the **** of music. But except for the first URB The band, everything else is out."

　　 The old man looked at Saori Kitagawa, and then asked Kazuma: "You guys didn't sing together?"

　　 Kazuma: "Uh... they are all running around, so there is no."

　　 The old man curled his lips and changed the subject abruptly: "Choose a piano."

　　 Kazuma: "Huh?"

　　 Beichuan Shaxuri was also dumbfounded: "What are you going to do, old man?"

"Stop talking nonsense, choose a piano." The old man came out from behind the counter, came to the piano stand, thought for a moment, then took a piano and handed it to Kazuma, "I think this one is good. It just matches Shaxuli’s new violin."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Kazuma didn't pick up the guitar, waved his hand and said, "I can't play the guitar, and it usually goes with the guitar. Isn't it a bass? "

　　 The owner of the shop unabashedly looked at Kazuma with the gaze of the sand sculpture.

　　 Kitagawa Saori explained: “It is very common in rock bands to form a pair of two guitars. The bass is often combined with a drum set to form a rhythm instrument set. On the contrary, it is rarely said that it is paired with the lead guitar.”

　　 Kazuma: "I understand, bass should come from the US."

　　 "Mikako is...Ah, she, does she play music too? It doesn't look like it." Kitagawa Saori was also a woman who had attended a pajama party at the Kiryu Dojo, and naturally knew Mikako.

　　 But she obviously did not get to the point of Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma was about to spread the knowledge of Mikako's position in Kiryu Dojo with Kitagawa Saori, the owner of the Earth House interrupted him: "Can you pick up the guitar at all? You have to be a man."

　　 Kazuma I don't know why this involves a man's responsibility, but now he least likes others to question his responsibility, so he immediately took the guitar.

　　 Kazuma took the guitar and looked at the old man: "Then?"

　　 Old man: "Nonsense, take it on your back! Have you never seen how to back a guitar?"

　　Because the old man talked too strongly, Kazuma didn't even refute, and he put the guitar on his back obediently-of course he had seen how the guitar was backed, and he saw Fu Shiming playing and singing on TV the other day.

　　 The old man took another guitar himself: "Come on, I will teach you some basic chords."

　　 Kazuma:? ? ? ?

　　 Not only is Kazuma very dumbfounded, but also Saori Kitagawa is dumbfounded: "Why? So many people come to ask you to teach guitar, but you all refused!"

　　 The old man ignored Saori Kitagawa, but stared at Kazuma: "Just a little bit, do you want to learn?"

　　 Kazuma took another look at the 51-level karate above the old man's head. However, to be honest, some people teach themselves things for free, and there is no reason to refuse. The problem is that the timing is not right.

　　 "Well, I have to investigate serial homicides..."

　　 "Are you a policeman?" the old man asked.

　　 Kazuma shook his head.

　　 "No, not yet."

　　 The old man asked again: "Then you are a detective?"

　　 "No, of course not."

　　 "Then what homicide are you investigating? What does this have to do with you?"

　　 Kazuma: "Uh... because you can't ignore the tomorrow in Tokyo?"

The old man looked at Kazuma for the third time, and then grinned at Kazuma: "Unexpectedly, you are very rock and roll. Looking at the songs you wrote before, I thought you were a love song writer. "

　　 Kazuma recalled the songs I have "published" up to now, and said that I "copied" these now is not a fool, I haven't copied anything, right.

　　 But the old man’s smile was fleeting, and the next moment he asked Kazuma seriously: "Are you going to learn?"

　　 Kazuma In fact, I really want to learn the harmonica. He has been practicing for a year and has reached the top level among amateur players. He does want to learn other instruments.

　　 After going to university, the pressure of schoolwork is much less than when preparing for exams. Apart from practicing swords in my spare time, it would be nice to learn a musical instrument.

　　 Learning a musical instrument helps to improve the compulsive grid, and the compulsive grid is more likely to get a great entry—Kazuma is understood in this way.

　　 So Kazuma nodded: "Okay, I will learn."

It shouldn’t be a problem to let the investigation matter go for a day. If something big really happens and you need to go out on your own, the Shiratori detective will call—wait, it seems a bit strange to say that, it feels like my Kiryuu Kazuma has become The thighs of the Metropolitan Police Department are the same...

　　 got the affirmative answer from Kazuma, the old man flicked the strings and came to an impromptu quick play.

　　 To be honest, this section is a bit cool.

　　 Kazuma is reminded of the famous guitar solo in the song of Dragon Power.

　　 Kazuma: "We won't start learning from this section, right?"

　　 "What do you think, it's too early for you to play this paragraph."

　　 "Then when can I play like this?"

　　 The old man looked at Kazuma and said: "First learn to crawl, then learn to walk."

　　 "Wait, I usually don't say that, I don't usually say that..."

　　 The old man interrupted Kazuma and looked at Saori Kitagawa and said, "You come too, Saouri."

　　 "Huh? Am I coming too?"

　　 "Yes, how can the band not have a lead singer, come on."

　　 Kazuma: "I can't even know a chord. Isn't it too early to mention the band?"

"It's simple. I will teach you the most basic chord first, and then you will keep repeating this chord later. I will be responsible for the other parts and Shaxuli will hum. I always think that in music education, It is important for beginners to have a sense of participation and understand the beauty of music."

　　 The old man took two high stools, one for Kazuma and one for Kazuma to sit on by himself, and then dragged Kitagawa Saori between the two.

　　 "You play this chord." The old man said and demonstrated to Kazuma, "For Jianhao, this is easy, right?"

　　 Kazuma: "Is there a logical connection?"

　　 "Of course. Swordsmen have flexible fingers and good coordination of their hands. After all, it is important to change the gesture of the hand holding the sword at any time during a real sword battle."

　　 Kazuma raised his eyebrows, and came again according to the chord the old man had just played.

　　 felt a little weird, but it popped up anyway.

　　 Old man: "Sure enough, the simplest chord is not difficult for you. Then you just keep repeating this chord, pay attention to the rhythm and tempo."

　　 As the old man stood up, took a metronome, adjusted it and placed it on the small table beside Kazuma.

　　 The metronome's pendulum began to swing back and forth, making a click.

　　 The old man played the rhythm of the metronome and demonstrated the chord again.

　　 Kazuma drew a gourd like this once, but it was obviously snapped.

　　 "It's okay, it's normal for beginners to grab shots, just play more." The old man waved his hand, and then said to Sao Riya Kitagawa, "."

　　 "Eh, do you want to sing in English? I can't speak English." Beichuan Shaouri shook his head like a rattle.

　　 "The Japanese version that sings Xiaoxia's lyrics is also OK."

　　 Kazuma frowned slightly.

　　 Xiaoxia?

　　 "The version of her written words also has an English part." Kitagawa Saori frowned.

　　 "It's just the phrase countryroad, it's okay, Kiryu-sensei won't care about it either."

　　 "It's not the problem! I..." Kitagawa Saori glanced at Kazuma, changed the expression of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "Okay, I'll just sing it."

　　 The old man clapped his hands, sat back on the high stool, and said to Kazuma: "You beginners start first, and we will get together when you are used to the rhythm."

　　 Kazuma nodded and started playing the chord just now to the rhythm of the metronome.

　　 It turned out to be wrong the first time.

　　 The old man said: "It doesn't matter if you are wrong, continue. Don't stop!"

　　 "Understand, I will cheer." Kazuma replied, and continued to repeat the chord.

　　 He repeated it a few times, and gradually felt that he had mastered the essentials. At this time, the old man nodded to Saori Kitagawa.

　　 So Kitagawa Shaouri said: "Countryroad~Tick Mihong..."

　　 Japanese English pronunciation Kazuma almost laughed out loud.

　　 "He laughs at me!" Kitagawa Saori stopped and pointed to Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma: "No, I just thought of something happy."

　　 "What's so happy?" Kitagawa Saori was unexpectedly cooperative.

　　 But Kazuma can't be taken anymore, you can't always say "My fox is pregnant", right?

　　 The old man coughed: "Seriously. Kazuma you come back!"

　　 Kazuma nodded honestly and restarted playing the chord that was just broken.

　　 The old man glanced at Saori Kitagawa who was full of disapproval.

　　 The latter sighed and started from the beginning again.

　　 This time Kazuma didn't laugh, so the humming of Saori Kitagawa continued.

　　 The old man chose a suitable time to join in the performance, so the two guitars and the general voice were combined into a moving minor.

　　 Kazuma was surprised. He didn't expect that playing this simplest chord by himself could actually become part of the music.

　　 His fingers plucking the strings have also become more flexible and brisk.

　　 He suspected that he had been added some temporary BUFF.

　　 After the end of the song, the old man asked Kazuma: "How do you feel?"

　　Kazuma answered truthfully: "I was moved. The unpretentious and boring chords can actually be part of such a melody."

"This is the charm of music. But now there is a bad trend. People who value composers and despise arrangers and orchestration are not good, very bad. I think a great composer must be an arranger himself. And the expert on the orchestrator.

　　"In the past, the big musicians, who did not write each part of the symphony by themselves, studied where to play the violin, where to have a trumpet, and where is the time for clarinet performance.

　　 "Some composers now have no more than three musical instruments. It's laughable."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　The old man suddenly filled with indignation.

　　 Kazuma spit out: "You just spoke here, it's really rock."

　　 The old man glanced at Kazuma and laughed.

　　 Kazuma followed with a smile. After smiling, he asked the question he was most worried about now: "This...guitar is expensive, right? Is it...gave it to me?"

　　 "No." The old man shook his head.

　　 Kazuma felt a little bit in his heart, and wanted to carefully take down the guitar-what should I do if the paint gets scratched off after a long time? What should I do if the sweat on my hands breaks the strings?

　　 The old man looked at Kazuma and continued: "This is the advance paid to you."

　　Kazuma stopped his hand to take off the guitar strap, and asked in confusion, "What are you going to entrust me to do?"

　　 The old man smiled without saying a word, and then turned to Sakuri Kitagawa: "By the way, the Eagles’ new vinyl has arrived."

　　 "Really?" Kitagawa Saori was overjoyed, "I want to listen!"

　　 "I knew you wanted to listen, come here."

　　 "I want to record it on a tape and take it home to listen to!"

　　 "The sound quality of tapes will deteriorate. Haven't you convinced your father to buy you a record player?"

　　 The old man and Saori Kitagawa talked and walked to the record player in the corner of the shop.

　　 Kazuma, which was hanging aside, hesitated for a while, and followed.

Before 　　 went over, he didn't forget to turn off the metronome.

　　**

　　 Sakurada Gate, Metropolitan Police Headquarters.

　　 "I have no clue at all." Keishi Kyoda dropped the file in his hand and sighed.

　　 "It looks like we should be transferred to another case soon." Shimakata Yoshiaki seemed to have accepted the status quo.

　　 "Is the search headquarters turned into an ‘existence system’... This is the first time I have experienced this kind of thing since I joined the company," said Keishi Gyoda.

　　 He is much younger than Shima Fang Yoshiaki, and naturally he has never experienced so much.

　　 The so-called existence system is almost the same as the existence of the fleet. It is just to keep the existence, and there is no need to really investigate anything.

"You haven't been to the'headquarters' level," asked the Gaoshan Interpol. "There are several search headquarters that maintain an existing system on that floor. Everyone drinks tea and reads the newspaper and waits for the prosecution period to end the search. In a sense From the above, this kind of life is quite enviable, at least getting off work on time every day."

　　 After Gao Shan finished speaking, everyone present laughed.

　　 He was right. As long as you don't want to accumulate merits and don't want to appreciate, staying at the search headquarters of the existence system is a good way out.

　　Of course, there are also some passionate young people who want to solve difficult and unsolvable cases, and rush to these tea yamen to work seriously.

　　 Now these young people have basically become uncles, and they have begun to confuse themselves.

　　 The Shiratori detective said: "Let’s have a meal later. After the search headquarters is transferred to the existing system, we will have to do our own search sections. I don’t know when the next action will be taken. We should commemorate it."

　　 "You are right, it is time to celebrate." Yoshiaki Shimakata echoed.

　　 The case did not progress and the investigation was put on hold but the criminal police went to celebrate. The operation was successful but the patient died. Things like this are quite common in Japan.

　　 Keida Keshi picked up the phone on the desk, "I'll reserve a seat. But who pays?"

　　The Shiratori detective raised his hand: "I'll do it."

　　 "Oh, Mr. Shiratori, it seems that the consultant position of Siling Heavy Industries is quite lucrative."

　　 "Don't say a few words, no one treats you as dumb." Shiratori glared at the speaker.

　　 At this time, Keita Keiji was about to pick up the receiver, and the phone suddenly rang.

　　 Keita Keishi immediately answered the phone: "Hello? Yes, it is the search headquarters. What?"

　　 Keida Keshi whizzed to his feet, his move made the air tense again in the search headquarters, which was originally filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

　　 "You say it again! Uh, uh, ok, got it!"

　　 Keda Keishi hung up the phone and said to Yoshiaki Shimakata: "The lead singer of the URB band hit the wall at the criminal office and committed suicide."

　　 "What?" Shimakata Yoshiaki was shocked.

　　 However, Keita Keishi continued to report: "In addition, Yuichi, the new drummer of the URB band, also committed self-harm, which was stopped by the prison guards of the Criminal Bureau."

　　 Shima Fang Yoshiaki stood up: "I'll rush over immediately."

　　 The group of URB bands were all locked in the Metropolitan Police Department. After the interrogation, they were transferred to the criminal office, waiting for prosecution and follow-up processing.

　　Shiba Yoshiaki once thought that the lawyer named Shibayu Tianjiu would bail these people, but Shibayu Tianjiu did not do so.

　　 This made Shimakata Yoshiaki think that the URB band may not really be important.

　　 After that, these people should be prosecuted for the crime of assembling a crowd to make trouble and detained for six months to one year.

　　 But now, everything has changed.

　　 When the island Fang Yoshiaki, Gyoda Keishi, and Shiratori detective Takayama Interpol rushed to the Criminal Affairs Office, Lawyer Shibao Tianjiu was already waiting at the door of the Criminal Affairs Office with a briefcase.

　　 "Island Police Department," Shibudahisa looked at Yoshiaki Shimata unkindly, "I suspect that my client was abused in the criminal office. I will sue you on behalf of the mother of the deceased Takeshi Okada."

　　 Island Fang Yoshizhao gasped.

　　 People who died in criminal affairs may be rendered into scandals. When the time comes, the wolves of the law and the crows of the newspaper will fight together, and the consequences will be disastrous.

　　 Those big men wearing gold watches in the Metropolitan Police Department are nothing, and they are all done with a bow.

　　 Three cups of self-punishment is a big deal. After going to a remote place to be a police inspector for a few years, he is also a strong candidate for the Superintendent of Police.

　　 But the detective who was kicked out as a scapegoat was suffering.

　　 Keshi Gyoda stepped forward and asked, "How do you know that the news is faster than us?"

　　 Shiba Ikuta smiled and said, "It's a coincidence. I happened to accompany Takeshi Okada's mother to visit him today. The sad old mother is crying over there. The reporters must love this scene."

　　 Shima Fang Yoshiaki really wanted to punch this guy in front of him.

　　 As the police department who ran the scene all the way out, he hated these gentle scumbags to death.

　　 After I got out of university, I was naturally high in status, and I didn't do personnel affairs all day long.

Shiba Yuta took off his glasses quietly, and then looked at Yoshiaki Shimakata: "Island Police Department, if you want to do it, you can move now. I take off my glasses by myself, so I don’t have to worry about the broken lenses blinding me and causing you to face A more terrible lawsuit."

　　 Island Fang Yoshiaki gritted his teeth and tried to punch, but was caught by Shiratori and the mountain.

　　 "It's not worth it! Island! It's not worth it!" The Shiratori detective said repeatedly, "He just wanted to irritate you! We might as well go see the corpse to prove that Okada Takeshi's death is related to this guy's coming today!"

Shiba Sheng Tianjiu laughed again. While putting on his glasses, he said: "When the incident happened, I was always in the waiting room of the criminal affairs office. There were friendly police officers staring at me the whole time, and of course there was a new closed circuit. The camera shoots the whole process.

　　 "What's this in your jargon...oh, yes, it's called an alibi."

　　 Shima Fang Yoshiaki gritted his teeth and looked at Shiba Ikuta.

　　 Shiratori detective and Takayama detective dragged him to the criminal office.

　　 Keita Keishi stood in place, staring at Shiba Oita for a long time before turning around to catch up with his companions.

　　 Shiba Ikuta pushed his glasses, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's face was full of disdainful smiles.

　　At this time, he saw another figure entering the criminal office.

　　 "Oh, it's the Maori detective, this is...your partner?"

　　 The Maori detective pressed his gun with his hand and stared fiercely at Shiba Ikuta.

　　His partner is slightly fat, but very kind: "My name is Mumu, Mu Mu Suisan, Lawyer Shibao, we have some questions to ask Takeshi Okada's mother, Ms. Okada, do you want to attend?"

　　 "Of course, I am the attorney representing Ms. Okada." Shibao Tianhisa smiled completely different from just now, and he looked like the cautious unknown lawyer again.

　　 "Then, please come here."

　　 After Mumu finished speaking, the Maori detective said: "Honestly, although I can't detect crimes, but my eyes are sharp, you will not be able to escape my eyes if you do any small actions."

Shiba Shengtian nodded repeatedly: "Of course. I can't do anything, keep my hands in your sight at any time, Maori Criminal Police. But then, I can't hold the briefcase, or you can help me take it. ?"

　　 The Maori detective glanced around, and the latter nodded.

　　 So the Maori detective reached out his hand and took the briefcase from Shiba Ikuta's hand, while the other hand was still in a position that he could draw his gun at any time.

　　 Mumu said: "My Maori, don't be so nervous, the other party will be rough and won't be involved in criminal affairs. This is not good for them. Take it easy. You are like this and I even worry that your gun will go wrong."

　　 "Don't worry, I carefully maintain my firearms every day, which is different from those that have been equipped with guns that have not been oiled for a few years." Mouri Goro stared at Shiba Ikuta.