I Teach Kendo in Tokyo - Vol 4.3 Chapter 186

Kurosaki obtained the true teachings of Kendo Shingen on the ground, and is an elite who has experienced actual combat training. He has personally experienced his extraordinary force during previous fights.

Especially considering the blessing of Kurosaki’s high spirit when he broke into Fuzhi Technology, Kazuma doesn’t think that ordinary security can stop him by the quantity alone. Unless it is Ghost Court Xinxuan, or a mysterious side intervenes.

“At that time, I broke through to the top floor of the Fukuji Building, and the one who stood in front of the president’s room was a man named Shigehiro Motoji…” Kurosaki frowned, as if recalling the incredible scene at the time.

**

At the end of the corridor is the president’s room of Fuzhi Technology. As long as he rushes through the seven or eight meters in front of the corridor, he will be able to make Hechuan Farlong pay the price for his despicable behavior so far.

Kurosaki panted, and withdrew his gaze from the president’s room, he fell on the gray-haired man five or six steps ahead.

The gray-haired man standing in front of the corridor is about 40 years old, slightly fattened, and has a fairly ordinary appearance. The look of low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye made people feel like an ordinary middle-aged man who finally got into the position of section chief after exhausted work and hard work. It seemed hard to imagine that he would threaten anyone.

However, Kurosaki, who actually fought with him, knew that the man in front of him was extremely “abnormal.”

As a criminal police officer, Kurosaki has subdued the most evil murderers who did not blink, and arrested perverted monsters who like to play with flesh and blood viscera.

However, the “heterogeneity” of men in front of him is far beyond the dimensions of the first two. Kurosaki can’t even find words to describe that concept.

The punches and kicks were of no use to the man. Kurosaki even fired several shots at him with a spear, but the result was as if nothing was heard from the sea.

Kurosaki even began to wonder if the existence of the man in front of him was an illusion, but the fiery pain in his wounds proved that the previous encounter was not a vain.

Kurosaki looked down at his feet, and lying on the corridor floor were two people who looked like samurai jumping out of a period drama. Although they dress up ridiculously, their swordsmanship is quite good. Kurosaki finally knocked them down, but got a knife each in the shoulder and thigh.

The two samurai who were defeated by him fell to the ground like broken puppets, and their bodies dissipated as the black mist rose up. Kurosaki watched the black mist rising, and felt a strong unreality towards the scene in front of him.

If the human figures of the two samurai are illusions, but the wounds they left on their bodies are real? Kurosaki looked at the middle-aged man in front of him suspiciously. Since his appearance, the boundary between reality and delusion has become blurred.

—I feel that if I leave it alone, I will be lost in delusions.

Kurosaki forced himself to concentrate, focusing on how to defeat the opponent in front of him.

If fist moves and even bullets are ineffective, then try more attacks until it takes effect. Kurosaki squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the man, and silently assessing the methods that he could take.

“Surprisingly.”

The gray-haired man who was staring at Kurosaki suddenly spoke, and his husky voice contained arrogance and surprise.

“Obviously, there is nothing to do, but at this stage, are you still not planning to give up resistance… Hmph, the body and spirit are unexpectedly powerful, I knew I should choose you as the experimental material.”

The gray-haired man whispered something that Kurosaki couldn’t understand. Kurosaki tried to maintain his focus, staring at his opponents looking for holes to attack. As if he was amused by his attitude, the gray-haired man laughed a few times and then reported his name.

“My name is Shigehiro Motoji, he is an investor in Aikawa Horyuji, but it seems to have something to do with you.” The gray-haired man who called himself Shigehiro Motoji raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

“I like people with dreams, and especially like seeing mortals struggling desperately to chase dreams. In order to pay tribute to your bravery, I will give you a small gift here.”

As Shigehiro Motoji flicked his finger, an object fell out of thin air in front of Kurosaki’s eyes.

“What?” What dropped was a cheap headgear decorated with colorful plastic flowers. The headdress seemed nothing special, but Kurosaki’s pupils dilated rapidly when he caught the eye, then he grabbed the headdress and looked up at the gray-haired man in front of him. “Why is this thing in your hands? Where did you get it!?”

“Well, guess what.” Shigehiro Motoji looked over as if happily.

“You damn…” Kurosaki cursed, looking down at the headdress.

The reason why he cares so much about this headdress is because the style of the headdress is exactly the same as the headdress he and his wife and daughter bought locally when they went to the hot spring on vacation.

At that time, Kurosaki bought her daughter Caixiang as a gift, and Caixiang and his wife Qin were killed in the car accident on the way home, at least Kurosaki thought. There are some burn marks on that headgear, which is similar to the situation at the scene of the car accident.

Looking at the headgear, Kurosaki became more sure that the owner of this headgear was his daughter Caixiang, and suddenly an idea popped out.

“It’s you!?” Kurosaki gritted his teeth and looked at Shigehiro Motoji, “You caused the car accident!?”

“Heh, doesn’t this country pay attention to ‘evidence’?”

Shigehiro Motoji neither denied nor admitted, but his expression has changed from a humble middle-aged management to an arrogant outsider, looking at Kurosaki and telling it frankly.

“Actually, I didn’t expect to have a ‘seed’ maturity at this stage. Your daughter has quite a good aptitude, which is also a surprise to me.

I will take good care of her as a ‘human pillar’ that supports my ambitions…”

“Who cares about you! Asshole!”

Kurosaki picked up the Japanese sword on the ground and rushed towards Shigehiro Motoji.

At this moment, Kurosaki only wanted to stab the enemy, but the Japanese sword left by the samurai turned into black mist before it hit Shigehiro Motoji.

Kurosaki’s entire figure slammed into Shigehiro Motoji like going through the air, barely holding back his momentum, but then roared and turned and raised his fists. Along with Kurosaki’s angry and frantic roar, another noise and hello to him came from the bottom of the building.

The movement attracted the attention of Shigehiro Motoji, who looked sideways and showed regret.

“It looks like this is the end of this time, Kurosaki-kun.”

Shigehiro Motoji ignored Kurosaki’s frantic onslaught, shrugging his shoulders and leaving words of farewell.

“Don’t worry, your daughter will be fine until our ambitions are fulfilled… Or if you can find our castle someday, then you are welcome to challenge. Oh, rescue the imprisoned princess has always been your best Your favorite show, right?”

Motoji Shigehiro, who declared in this way, appeared like a dream and disappeared like a dream.

After Shigehiro Motoji disappeared, the trance atmosphere that enveloped the corridor also disappeared without a trace.

In the corridor that became “bright” again, Kurosaki knelt down on the ground like prostration. As he beat the floor and yelled in annoyance, there was the rapid footsteps of teacher Shingen Oniwa…

“…In this way, I was brought out of Fuzhi Technology after being subdued by the teacher. As for the next thing, you probably know about the police department’s supplement.”

**

Kurosaki in the co-driver’s seat ended with this sentence, while Kazuma, which was turning the steering wheel, fell silent as if trying to digest the situation.

Perhaps it was a misunderstanding of the silent attitude of Kazuma),” Kurosaki added again after a pause.

“It may sound unbelievable, but what the little official swears is true…”

“No, I believe it.” Kazuma interrupted Kurosaki.

He had no doubt at all, it was better to say that when he heard the name of Shigehiro Motoji, he roughly guessed the ending-Shigehiro Motoji, also known as the dream-eating tapir, was an ancient monster of the same level as Yuzao.

Tamamo once said that she could use magic to deal with the strongman of the Juggernaut level, and in a similar way, Shigehiro Motoji’s means to deal with Kurosaki Nagasaki were of course no problem.

Especially Kurosaki didn’t know anything about the doorway on the mysterious side, and challenged him in the opponent’s lair. If he could win, it would be against the sky.

Up to now, Shigehiro Motoji’s embarrassment with Fuzhi Technology is no surprise to him. On the contrary, there is another incident that surprised Kazuma.

“In other words, your daughter is still alive?”

“It should be correct.” Kurosaki nodded, stretched out his hand to take out a colorful flower headpiece from his arms and showed it to Kazuma. It’s not available anywhere else. There are traces of burnt on it.”

“Hmm, that’s the case. UU reading www.uukanshu.com”

Kazuma nodded ambiguously, but couldn’t help but spit in his heart. It turns out that the Japanese have liked to engage in this limited-edition guinea-hair trick since the Showa era.

Of course, vomiting and vomiting, in fact, he also agrees with Kurosaki’s judgment, and there are many details that need to be considered in the scene of Kurosaki and Motoji Shigehiro.

Based on the information collected so far, Kazuma tries to sort out the logical connections among them.

The first is that Shigehiro Motoji cooperated with Fuzhi Technology to implement an open door experiment for the purpose of an unreliable person. Then there were tens of thousands of participants during the open door experiment, including Mrs. Kurosaki and daughter Caixiang.

After the experiment, Caixiang developed a serious mental disorder, but Shigehiro Motoji called it a rare aptitude, and planned the car accident carefully for the capture of Caixiang.

Kurosaki, who was supposed to be killed in the car accident, survived, and his daughter Caixiang was taken away by Motoji Shigehiro. According to Shigehiro Motoji, Caixiang was taken back to his lair and became the “pillar” that supported his ambition—

Although I don’t know what Shigehiro Motoji’s ambitions are, this logical line becomes quite clear after sorting out.

Moreover, according to Kazuma’s understanding of the mysterious side, the arrogant dream-eating tapir can indeed accomplish this kind of life-threatening thing.

After Kurosaki survived the accident, he approached Fuzhi Technology to retaliate against this. Hechuan Faron probably didn’t want to see it.

Although Shigehiro Motoji took the initiative to save Aikawa Horyuji at that time, analyzing the cause of the situation, it was obvious that Shigehiro Motoji’s arbitrary actions were to murder the Kurosaki family and abduct Ayaka. Based on this speculation, the cooperation between the two might not be as close as expected?

Kazuma estimates and keeps these clues in mind, then looks at Kurosaki to continue the topic. “So, after that, do you apply for transfer to a traffic police country just to find Shigehiro Motoji’s lair?”