Kazuma got on the car, calmed down for a while, and then began to study the box he brought back.

The combination lock on the box looks very atmospheric, and it is incompatible with the whole box.

The general code lock has only four digits, but this code lock has six digits, and the six rotors arranged together must be turned to the correct position before being unlocked.

Asano climbed into the car and asked Kazuma: "Do you know the password?"

"Where do I know. And the password is usually confirmed after buying the password lock?"

Kazuma used a suitcase with a combination lock in the past life, and the password is whatever you buy. I have never heard of it and I can set it myself.

Of course, it may also be that Kazuma has less knowledge of myself, because the suitcase of Kazuma has been used for many years. It is already a very old style. Every time I travel with colleagues or go to play, I will be complained .

Asano looked at Kazuma: "What are you talking about? This combination lock can be adjusted with a special adjustment device, and each lock corresponds to an adjustment lever."

Kazuma: "Is that so? Just such a small lock with such a complicated structure?"

"Of course it is. Think about what the password is. It is impossible for Kitamachi to leave a clue box that we can't open. It will definitely leave clues."

Kazuma frowned: "Can you think of something like a clue?"

"I don't know. Let's take a look at the information we have obtained about the Kitamachi Police Department so far, we know...what are you doing?"

"The first rule of the Thief Code, first try six zeros." Kazuma said.

After twisting to six zeros, the lock did not open.

Asano looked at Kazuma.

"The second rule of the Thief Code, try to lock the owner's birthday. This lock still has exactly six rotors."

Kazuma assigned the rotor to Kitamachi Police Department’s birthday, but there was still no response.

Kazuma: "Try again to see the birthday of an important person in Kitamachi...Fuck, who is his important person? Can't it be his wife?"

Asano hesitated for a moment and said, "Try the birthday of the uncle at Okura Izakaya?"

Kazuma frowned and glanced at Asano, but did so.

Kazuma let out a sigh when the lock was unlocked.

Asano: "Why are you so relieved?"

"Don't mind. What other possible numbers are there, think about it, we will try it all without trouble anyway."

Asano curled his lips: "Let's try one by one at all. Starting from the first 1..."

Kazuma: "Please, this is a six-digit number, one million combinations, okay. This is not a computer that can hit the library, it needs to dial the rotor one by one..."

"What is it?" Asano looked inexplicably, "What is that Kang or something? And what is the other thing?"

The words "computer" and "crash library" just mentioned in Kazuma are already existing vocabulary, and then it is not surprising that they are foreign words, all of which are transliterated in English. Japanese people who don’t know will definitely hear it. Asano reacted this way.

I have a deep understanding of the convenience of Chinese in this respect. Even people who are exposed to the word computer for the first time can roughly understand what this thing is literally.

Kazuma was about to explain to Asano, suddenly an inspiration flashed through my mind.

He picked up the code lock, opened the cover covering the adjusting rod, studied it carefully, and then held both sides of the lock with both hands.

Asano was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"This kind of lock is very delicate, and at the price of being delicate, it shouldn't be very strong."

"Wait a minute! In case there is still information in this lock..."

Just before Asano stopped him, Kazuma had already exerted its strength, and he roared, "Hey!"

The combination lock Kabbah broke with a sound.

The rotor suddenly fell apart.

Mayo sighed, "It's over, what if there is information hidden in the code lock?"

Kazuma stuffed the broken parts of the combination lock into Asano's hands: "You check if there are any clues."

"You ruined and let me check?"

Kazuma didn't answer, took the key to unlock the remaining lock and opened the box.

In the box is a letter and a notebook.

Kazuma took out the letter and turned it back on the front of the envelope, and saw the words "Respect, the person who opened the box" on it.

"It's for me." Kazuma murmured, tearing open the envelope, taking out the letter paper, and unfolding it, "'Dear latecomer, when you read this letter, I should have been gone.'"

Asano stopped playing with the fragments of the lock, turned his head and looked at Kazuma and waited for him to continue reading.

Kazuma: "'I have set up a few small tests to ensure that you who are reading this letter have sufficient observation, thinking and resilience.

"'Of course, the premise of everything is that you are obsessed with confronting the darkness that surrounds the Metropolitan Police Department and even the entire Japanese police system.

"'Besides, being able to find this box shows that you have extraordinary insight and association, and being able to open the code lock I left behind shows that you have extraordinary resilience. You did not stick to the rules to find the code, but Selected brute force cracking.

"'The password does not exist. I just set the password and throw the supporting tools into Edogawa. Once the lock is closed, I can't even open it by myself.'"

Kazuma read this and turned to look at Asano: "I guessed the correct answer!"

"Keep on reading!" Asano urged.

"‘I hope you can still have enough force, because the existence you are going to fight against is very lawless. They will definitely try to erase you by physical means, just like they erased me.

"'I don't want to be promoted to the second level, you better have strong force. Unfortunately, I can't test this. Time is not enough. The danger has approached me, and being able to arrange these has exhausted my best.

"‘I can only wish you luck from the bottom of my heart.’"

Asano: "Obviously, the police department has no problem making up for you in this regard."

Kazuma nodded and continued reading: "'If you already have force, there are still many problems you have to face. The first point is how to ensure that the court is trustworthy and how to ensure that you are The evidence submitted by the court will be found to be true. How to ensure that it will not be burned down by others.

"'When I wrote this letter, they burned the evidence warehouse of the Metropolitan Police Department on fire, and buried things that were unfavorable to them in the dark forever.'"

Kazuma frowned.

Asano: "They are actually connected together! By the way, can we use this letter to prove that the exhibit warehouse was deliberately set on fire?"

"No. If this succeeds, anyone can sue someone by writing a letter." Kazuma blanked his eyes, "How did you learn evidence science at the police university? This kind of thing must constitute strong evidence." Only the chain can be accepted."

Asano slumped his shoulders: "Yes. According to this letter, our enemy will burn the court's evidence warehouse."

"It doesn't even need to be. The evidence submitted to the court must have a judicial appraisal procedure, as long as the person in charge of the appraisal is bought. Last time they burned the evidence warehouse, probably the kind of iron evidence that does not require appraisal.

Asano looked serious: "Then how do we sue them?"

Kazuma did not answer, but continued to read the letter: "'The enemy is desperately strong, but we are not completely out of the possibility of winning. What I leave to you is one of the ledgers I am responsible for handling, and it is As part of the capital flow between April and August last year, I did not use any pseudonyms in all the names in it. You know who they are.

"'Find them and find out among them who can be tainted witnesses! The Japanese judicial system, the confession is extremely heavy, as long as there is one person who is determined to pull them all down, there is hope of winning!

"'Don't send this to reporters. I was forced to come to this field because I sent an anonymous copy to reporters. The reporters are not credible."

Asano suddenly interrupted Kazuma: "You can try to hand it to your reporter buddy."

Kazuma came up with the face of Takashi Hanabu in his mind.

That guy might disclose this in the weekly magazine Fang Chun, but the question is, if he wrote an article, will the weekly magazine Fang Chun's editorial department publish it for him?

After all, it happened before that Takakura's buddies invited the editor chief to drink tea so that Fang Chun of the weekly would never dare to touch Takakura's news.

Takashi Hanaba may be a fighter, but the editor-in-chief is not necessarily.

Kazuma shook his head: "No, Kitamachi is right. Unless there is no other way, it cannot be disclosed to reporters. People like reporters are useless except for running very fast."

Asano: "Then this is too difficult. I admit that I have already planned to retreat. How does Kitamachi-san's method of defeating the enemy differ from hitting the luck? Unless we happen to find someone who suddenly learns about ourselves He is terminally ill, so he decided to do good deeds and is willing to come out as a taint witness."

Kazuma shook his head: "In that case, they would hire a barrister to abruptly prolong the court trial process and drag the tainted witness to death. I have seen such cases in Dongda."

The most important thing is that the professor in the classroom still treats this case as a positive case, and teaches the students to be good at using the rules.

Strangely speaking, the professor who teaches this course is a leftist, but he seems to think that this approach may be unethical, but he is responsible for procedural justice.

It turns out that in this era, leftists have already begun to transform into white leftists.

Asano sighed, "Isn't that there is no way?"

Kazuma: "You let me finish reading the letter first. "Unfortunately, I can't think of another way to win. The enemy we are fighting is unprecedentedly strong. We are like Don Quixote, with a cold weapon in our hands. , A ridiculous challenge windmill.

"'It is very likely that we will all end up ruined in the end. So I sincerely suggest you, take advantage of the fact that you are not on their kill list, and join them.

"‘I’m not going to blame you, because after things get out of hand, the first reaction is to surrender. But I don’t even have a chance to surrender. The betrayer can only die miserably and ruined.

"Of course, surrender may not sound very nice. You can comfort yourself, you are breaking into them and disintegrating it from the inside. Maybe it is really possible, at least it is easier than defeating them from the outside." "

Kazuma read this and sighed heavily.

Asano: "I don't understand at first, he is testing whether we are going to fight to the end, and he said this again."

"Maybe it's just a truthful statement of one's own thoughts."

"No matter what," Asano said, "I have experienced that the enemy is very strong."

Kazuma goes to the next letter: "'If you still decide to fight them, please allow me to pay high tribute to your courage. I sincerely hope that this handwritten account book will guide you to victory. ——Don Quixote’. The letter ends here."

Asano: "Don Quixote is...that..."

"Don't you know?" Kazuma asked in surprise.

"I...I only know that this is Europe, where the name of the convenience store Don Quixote comes from."

Kazuma raised the forehead: "You are ashamed of your knowledge."

"I'm different from you, you are a student of Dongda University."

Kazuma ignored Asano, instead stuffed the letter paper into the envelope, put the letter in the box, and picked up the handwritten account book.

After turning over the ledger, Kazuma glanced down and saw a familiar name: Akira Shiratori.

——Tsk.

**

At the same time, "Honda Kiyomi, a habitual robber with a criminal record in the Metropolitan Police Department" stole a truck.

This car is probably a purchase car for a certain hotel. After completing the task, it will be placed in the parking lot at the back door of the hotel, waiting to leave the city tonight.

This car does not have the right to move in the city of Tokyo during the day, and it should attract traffic police soon after it hits the road.

But it doesn't matter.

After all, Honda Kiyomi didn't plan to drive too far, just entered the underground parking lot next to it.

The car of Kiryuu Kazuma is parked in the underground parking lot, and Honda Kiyomi has confirmed it in advance.

Kiryuu Kazuma is a master of swordsmanship, and Honda Kiyomi is not stupid enough to grab something from him.

However, the swordsman has no way to fight against the steel behemoth propelled by the internal combustion engine and weighing more than ten tons.

Maybe, the legend of Kiryuu Kazuma is about to end here.

Times have changed, Jian Haosang.

Even if you can fight bullets with a sword in your hand, you will definitely not be able to fight this steel behemoth.

As for the son of the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the National Police Agency, Kiyomi Honda can only say that this is a pity.

Of course, he does not have to bear the responsibility.

He is just a habitual robbery criminal.

He started the car, drove on the road, and followed the traffic a little bit.

Kiryuu Kazuma is reading the letter below, without knowing that the danger is approaching.

When he noticed it, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Honda Kiyomi smiled.

He drove the car into the entrance of the underground parking garage~lightnovelpub.net~ When passing the security booth, he smiled brightly at the security guard.

It's been a long time since I killed anyone.

he thinks.

He will become a dog of the police, just to kill people legally.

However, this society is too peaceful, and he hasn't started killings for a long time.

He even envied the guy who was killed by Kiryuu Kazuma not long ago.

If he is not allowed to kill, he will probably become a criminal.

In this sense, he has to thank Kiryuu Kazuma.

Honda Kiyomi drove the car to the second basement level where Kiryuu Kazuma was located, and pushed the light of the car lights to the top.

Then he stepped on the accelerator.