Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Super High Level Swordsman
After stepping out of the gate of "Kinokuniya Bookstore", Kang Tetsu walked onto the bustling night street in Shinjuku East District, Tokyo.
He wears his favorite "uniform" on every business trip - a light gray suit that will not be too conspicuous on any occasion.It wasn't top-notch, but the cut was perfect for his tall, muscular frame.Black thick-rimmed plain glasses concealed a pair of eyes that were sharper than ordinary people.
The briefcase looks ordinary, but the leather on the back has a layer of ultra-lightweight synthetic fibers inside, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary pistols with a caliber below 9 mm to penetrate.
The figure of Kang Zhefu walking on the sidewalk has a slightly dusty smell unique to travelers.Except for his tall and strong body, his appearance is no different from that of a general salesman wandering in the metropolis.
Shinjuku, Tokyo is second only to Ginza's sub-city center.Super-giant department stores that do not pretend to be extravagant, famous fashion stores that are at the forefront of the times, and luxuriously decorated coffee shops and bars are like patient hunters, waiting for their prey with high consumption desires with fragrant bait.
Kirin Beer, Seven Star, National, Mitsubishi... The neon advertising boards with frantic colors and the giant TV screen showing the appearance of popular entertainment idols all the time dazzled Kang Zhefu.
He knew that just under his feet, there was a huge 24/7 dungeon like the maze of ancient Crete.The crowd of men and women surged like ants and shuttled between the ground and the ground, filling every inch of space that can satisfy desires.
Not many passers-by noticed this man walking alone on the streets of East Shinjuku at 7 o'clock in the evening-except for a group of fashionable office worker women who came across him head-on.Kang Zhefu's majestic figure and bookish scholarly appearance attracted their eyes with various eyelid makeup.
Kang Zhefu smiled gracefully at them.After passing by, he once again showed his usual slightly sad eyes, and indifferently glanced at this foreign city-this highly capitalist civilization with a powerful appearance and amazing energy.
——How many computers operate the various basic control systems of this city?How many artificial satellites are flying over Tokyo?How many US and Russian nuclear submarines are cruising the depths of the Sea of Japan?Is North Korea's Nodong-1 missile armed with a nuclear warhead aimed at this place? ...
As long as there is a slight error in any link, this glamorous civilization may be destroyed overnight at any time.
——how fragile...
Kang Zhefu stepped into the bustling east exit of Shinjuku Station with shiny Italian leather shoes.
Exit from the west exit of the station, Mitsui Building, Keio Hotel, Tokyo Hilton Building... Kang Zhefu searched for about five minutes in the clean and deserted streets of the commercial district, and finally found the destination of his trip.
"Takahashi Heavy Industries Building" stands on the east side of Shinjuku Central Park, separated by only one street.The building is designed with a giant triangular column-shaped all-glass curtain wall, which looks like a sharp Japanese sword protruding from the golden business district from a distance.
Kang Zhefu smiled.
"As expected of Takahashi..."
It is said that it is also a "smart building". During its construction, many huge network systems that can be used by next century's technology have been pre-installed. Therefore, the value of the building's office is more than double that of other ordinary commercial buildings.
Kang Zhefu stepped into the glass automatic gate of "Takahashi Heavy Industries Building" with the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose.
What greets your eyes is the gorgeous lobby with extraordinary momentum.The floor is covered with elegant marble slabs, and the giant pillars with beautiful wood patterns extend to the height of the three-story building. With the addition of moderately arranged ornamental plants and Western-style hanging paintings, it has a taste of post-modern design.
In amazement, Kang Zhefu had already identified the positions of three plainclothes guards and twelve surveillance cameras in the lobby within a short time.There may be more in the deep elevator lobby corridor directly ahead.
Kang Zhefu walked to the inquiry counter on the left.
A guard in uniform behind the counter stood up from his chair and bowed politely to Kang Zhefu.
"Is the sir a visitor?"
Kang Zhefu nodded. "I'm here to find..." He found a 29-inch screen installed on the front of the counter facing outwards at a 45-degree angle, reflecting the high-resolution computer graphics of the "Takahashi Heavy Industries" trademark.
Kang Zhefu pointed at the screen: "Is it here?"
"Yeah." The guard nodded.Kang Zhefu's Japanese is considered very fluent, but the guards can tell that he is not a local.
Kang Zhefu stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the screen. The "Takahashi Heavy Industries" logo then disappeared, and the screen became an image of a keyboard with Japanese and English letters.Kang Zhefu tapped lightly on the "keyboard" with his index finger and typed out the owner's name.
Finally, the finger is pressed on the "enter key".About five seconds later, the picture changed again, this time it was no longer computer graphics, but a real person—a young lady in a blue kimono with a smile on her face.
"Good night." "Miss Kimono" bowed deeply through the screen. "Your Excellency is Mr. Kang?"
"yes."
"The president is already waiting in the office on the 83rd floor. Please use the special lift No. 8. I will notify the lift operator to receive you." "Miss Kimono" has a very pleasant voice, and it seems that she is one of a thousand reception talents.
"Thank you." Kang Zhefu replied in English.He felt that "thank you" in Japanese was too long.
When he raised his head, he clearly saw the astonishment in the guard's eyes.
"Sir, please..." The guard stepped out of his post and bowed deeply. "The lift is over here."
Under the guidance of the "Miss Kimono" - Akiko Masuda, Kang Zhefu walked through the corridor of the modern office hall covered with thick carpets.
The hallway is very softly lit, and the air is fresher than the street.
"The air is very good." Kang Zhefu said casually.
Akiko who led the way smiled and said, "Well, it has been treated with double ionization and 2% oxygen has been added."
Kang Zhefu looked at the graceful back of Akiko Masuda.Akiko's long hair is as soft as water, gently lying on the water-blue kimono, fully expressing the docile beauty of Japanese women.
"This kimono is very suitable for Miss Masuda." Kang Zhefu couldn't help praising him sincerely.
"Thank you." Akiko's cheeks were flushed, and even makeup couldn't cover it up. "It's just a uniform."
Kang Zhefu saw it. At the end of the corridor was a huge wooden door that looked very heavy.The double-opened doors are equipped with wooden cabinet frames, and shiny copper nails are neatly arranged on them, which is simply the epitome of the gates of the Walled City in the Warring States Period.The elegant appearance of the wooden door is in great contrast with the modern design of the corridor.
"The president is inside." Akiko stopped in front of the wooden door.It seemed that she had no intention of pushing open the wooden door and leading Kang Zhefu in.
"Takahashi probably doesn't like his subordinates disturbing him..." Kang Zhefu thought with a smile, and then said, "Just get here, Miss Masuda. I'll go in by myself. Thank you for your guidance."
Ming Zi, who didn't know how to explain it, let out a sigh of relief, said a few polite farewell words, bowed again, and left the same way.
After the "Village Gate" was opened, Kang Zhefu was stunned by the scene inside the gate.
Hidden behind this wooden gate on the 83rd floor is an extremely empty traditional Japanese garden, with a floor area of more than 500 square meters.
The ceiling above the entire garden is more than 20 feet high, and it seems that the 83rd and 84th floors were opened up and rebuilt; the ground is a natural grassland, and clumps of green bamboo trees are planted on the slightly moist soil; A path paved with gravel starts from the entrance of the "Village Gate", winding between bamboo trunks and Japanese stone lanterns, bypassing a flowing pool with koi, and extending deep into the garden.
"The person who dares to build a large garden on the top floor of a super high-rise building may never be found in Japan again?" Kang Zhefu couldn't help laughing.
He stepped on the gravel path to the depths of the garden.The surroundings are very quiet, except for the soft sound of the bamboo pipes on the pool.
As he went deep into the garden, Kang Zhefu gradually felt an invisible force in the air.
After bypassing the bamboo trees by the pool, a small building at the end of the gravel road came into Kangzhefu's eyes.
A traditional Japanese dojo separated by paper doors.
The wooden floor entrance of the dojo is about half a foot higher than the grass.The front cardboard door on the porch is open, and the scene inside can be seen:
A tall and strong man with his back turned to Kang Zhefu sat kneeling majestically in the center of the ashram, facing the shrine on the wall.
The man had a short crew cut, and his broad shoulders fully propped up the dark black thick cloth kendo uniform. On his left belt was a quaint Japanese long sword with a black sheath and a gold collar.
The man was as silent as a rock, maintaining a kneeling posture.
Fresh chrysanthemums are enshrined in the shrine on the wall, and a huge scroll of brush calligraphy is hung on each side, with vigorous and firm fonts:
Jian Zenru
no thought no thought
The pressure that Kang Zhefu felt came from the man's back.
Kang Zhefu stopped and stared quietly at the motionless man in the dojo.He noticed that the aura emanating from the man had gradually reached its peak——
——White light flashed.The brilliance of the stone lanterns in the garden seems to be dimmed.
The man's right arm is raised forward, holding a long sword with a graceful arc in one hand.The blade rests horizontally on the right side of the man's body, with the tip pointing forward.The man's left palm is firmly holding the sheath around his left waist; his knees have long since left the wooden floor, his right foot is flat in front of him, his left leg is kneeling, and his toes are supporting his body, which is still as steady as a giant rock.
This movement of drawing the sword and slashing horizontally is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
While the man took a long breath, the long sword that was held flat began to slowly move to the top of his head.The left hand resting on the mouth of the sheath stretched out smoothly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.
The hilt of the sword stopped about an inch above the man's head, the silver-white blade was horizontal, and the tip faced Kang Zhefu backwards, forming a flame-like "big upper section" posture.
Kang Zhefu's breath became hot when he saw it.
The oppressive feeling emanating from the man filled the entire garden in all directions.The imaginary enemy in front of him has been firmly trapped by this unmatched momentum, and there is nowhere to escape——
The arc-shaped blade carries the sound of a violent breaking wind, and cuts down vertically from the center with the majestic power of piercing a mountain, but it stops at the height of the man's navel again in an instant, as if it has never moved.
When issuing this powerful face-shattering slash, the man did not spit out a thick "kiai" (a special Japanese term for martial arts, referring to a strong cry that is exhaled at the moment of a strike) like ordinary Japanese swordsmen, but quietly sprayed from between his teeth. Breathe out sharp breath.
The man retracted his left palm to his left waist to hold the sheath mouth, and swung the blade with his right hand to draw an arc-shaped trajectory in front of him.This action is called "Xue Zhen", which means to swipe away the blood stains on the blade.
After the "blood vibration", the man slowly retracted the long sword into the black scabbard, and his legs returned to the kneeling posture.All the movements are like the slow motion of a movie, still without losing the momentum.
Kang Zhefu knew that this is the essence of Japanese martial arts - "canshin": After making a move, even if the enemy is successfully killed, the samurai still cannot allow the slightest gap in posture and momentum, and must firmly maintain perfect vigilance Gentleness, this is the key to "remnant heart".
Kang Zhefu felt that the aura on the man's body had calmed down bit by bit.The man slowly unsheathed the long sword on his left belt, placed it respectfully on the ground on the left side of his body, then pressed his palms to the ground, and bowed to the shrine directly in front of him.All actions are still so meticulous.
This fully reflects the personality of the Japanese nation, Kang Zhefu thought.Foreigners often misunderstand that it is hypocrisy for the Japanese to attach so much importance to the small details of the appearance of all things: in fact, the Japanese firmly believe that the honesty and rigor of a person's heart are often manifested in the small behaviors of words and deeds. That's why I insist on strictly adhering to this attitude towards life—samurai and martial artists are even more outstanding.
"You're here." The man said in Japanese with a Kansai accent without looking back.
Kang Zhefu gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Takahashi has improved a lot. It's very aggressive. When is the next promotion?"
"Probably wait until the age of sixty." The man turned his face.He has a broad and solid black face, a straight nose bridge, full lips, and a thick half-white beard on his lips and chin.Originally, his appearance was very ordinary, but after long-term strict cultivation, he naturally revealed a majestic charm.
Ryuichiro Takahashi, fifty-one years old, eighth-dan fan of kendo, and a fan of eighth-dan kendo.He is currently the vice chairman of the Japan Kendo Association and a special director of the World Kendo Association. His sword style is known for his vigor and composure.
At the same time, he is also the second-generation president of "Takahashi Heavy Industries", one of Japan's top ten enterprises. first-class trading company.
However, Takahashi Ryuichiro is most proud of his achievements in the world of kendo.He is the only person born after the war in the senior leadership of the old people's home.Part of the reason why such a "young" can be promoted to the top of the kendo world is of course his amazing performance in the field; and his prominent position in the industry is also an important factor for him to be among the seniors of kendo.
In addition, Ryuichiro Takahashi is one of the few famous swordsmiths in Japan today. His works "Dragon Moon" and "Snow on the Grass" have been unanimously praised by the world of kendo, sword appreciation and even collectors; and "Takahashi Heavy Industries" Its subsidiary "Longmeitang" is also the leading leader in the Japanese sword casting industry.
This is why Kang Zhefu made a special trip to Tokyo to find this old friend.
Takahashi Ryuichiro led Kang Tetsuo to the back room of the dojo.The room is located at the tip of the triangular building of "Takahashi Heavy Industries Building" facing due north.The trapezoidal room is still decorated in an elegant and traditional Japanese style, the floor is covered with tatami mats, a low table is placed in the center, and there is no other furniture.The ladder-shaped space and simple furnishings give people the illusion that the room is larger than the real area.
A scroll was hung on the narrow wall in front of it, and it read:
The cold air of war brings the moon as clear as a mirror
Kang Zhefu saw at a glance that this was the authentic handwriting of a generation of Japanese sword master Miyamoto Musashi, and the value should be more than 500 million yen.
The plain white paper door panels on both sides of the room were opened, revealing the double-glazed curtain wall behind the door.Looking down from a high position, the west is Shinjuku Central Park; the east is the bustling night scene of Shinjuku city center with high-rise buildings like mountains and mountains, and the lights are like the eyes of locust swarms.
Kang Zhefu felt as if he was on the high bridge of a big ship, silently staring at the sharp bow of the ship, which lined up the silent and vast ocean, advancing slowly and silently.
Standing in front of the glass on the east side, he looked down at the city constructed of desire that he had walked through just now.
——In this dreamy ocean intertwined with criss-cross streets and hard concrete blocks, how many hot and moving beautiful loves and struggles to annihilate friendship float up and down?How many legends and tragedies, hopes and frustrations, loyalty and hypocrisy, bravery and cowardice, nobleness and baseness have been buried? ...
And the unaware concrete ocean is still silently rippling under the clear night sky in May.
Ryuichiro Takahashi, who was standing beside Kang Tetsufu, opened his full lips: "I often face this night scene and meditate to cultivate the momentum in my heart."
Takahashi called Kang Zhefu to sit cross-legged across from him.Kang Zhefu put the black briefcase that he had been carrying all the time on the table.
"Haven't you slept since you flew from America?" Takahashi flipped open the two small teacups covering the table, picked up the quaint teapot on an ice tray, and poured crystal red iced barley tea into the cup in front of Kang Zhefu .
Kang Zhefu nodded slightly in thanks, took a sip of the cold barley tea, and let out a long breath. "My biological clock is probably stuck on East Coast time."
"Why bother?" Takahashi said with a smile: "The position of product improvement director of 'Long Mei Tang' is still vacant. Are you still not interested in helping?"
"The monthly salary of the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) is enough for me." Kang Zhefu gently untied his tie.
"I don't want to be an office worker yet."
Takahashi stroked his black and white beard, smiled and said nothing.
"Have you completed the thing you built?" Kang Zhefu directly explained the purpose of coming.
"I just finished it last week." Takahashi pulled out a long object from under the low table.A long sword with a very simple appearance. "It's not a Japanese sword. Sorry I can't hang it on the wall."
Kang Zhefu took the long sword respectfully and drew it out of its sheath.
"The shape and angle of the blade tip, the thickness of the edge, the length and weight of the blade are all cast according to the information you sent me two months ago." Takahashi said. "Due to unknown information, the lower part of the blade body can only be cast in a straight line according to the shape of the front part; the hilt and scabbard are made according to the Japanese style for the time being. The sword guard is not added."
"Great. Thank you." Kang Zhefu stared at the sharp front end of the blade.
The process of casting a sword is not simple: first of all, for "shaping", the iron tire is melted with high heat, poured into a prefabricated concave mold, and cooled to form a rectangular iron rod.
The second step is "hammering": first, a temporary long handle is attached to the iron rod, and then the body of the rod is flattened with a heavy hammer, and impurities in the iron are removed with hay and special solvents.
After the hammered thin iron sheet was smelted on the blast furnace until it turned red, the craftsman split the iron sheet into two halves with a chisel and stacked them together. Hammered and folded on an anvil.After countless overlapping processes in this way, the original blade becomes fine steel composed of many heavy, soft and hard thin layers.
If it is a strong and solid name blade, the number of folds is often as many as thousands of times.
The next step is "hardening", also known as "tempering": the blade is tempered to a certain temperature (only a master craftsman can make an accurate judgment from its color), and then quickly soaked in ice-cold liquid.The purpose of this process is to make the outer layer of the blade hard, while the inner part remains soft, which constitutes the unparalleled toughness of the blade.
At the same time, the craftsman will also carry out "reshaping": before smelting, the appropriate part that will become the edge of the blade is first hammered thin.Due to the different thickness of the two edges of the blade, the speed and degree of expansion and contraction of the two sides will be different during the heating and cooling process, gradually forming a curved blade shape naturally.
Finally, after adding post-processing such as grinding, engraving and decoration, blood pits, and front opening, a strong and sharp sword was born.
If it is a rare work carefully cast, the above process often takes years; but under the meticulous division of labor of "Longmeitang", coupled with the high-tech assistance of "Takahashi Heavy Industries", ordinary "mass-produced" products can be sold at Complete within a month.
"It's a strange blade shape." Takahashi looked at the long sword in Kang Zhefu's hand, holding a cold teacup in one hand.
"Which country's weapon is it?"
"have no idea."
"Even you don't know? You are the CIA's expert on swords and lethal weapons!"
"It's just an analyst." Kang Zhefu stretched out his left index finger and stroked along the plane of the blade. "I really can't tell the origin of this sword shape."
"Is it...the murder weapon?"
Kang Zhefu nodded.He put the long sword back into its sheath, placed it on the low table, then opened the steel lock of the briefcase, and took out a stack of 8R-sized photos inside.
"The purpose of my coming to Tokyo is not only to take this sword, but also to bring something for you to appraise." He put the photo on the low table and pushed it in front of Takahashi.
Takahashi put down his teacup, wiped off the water stains on his fingers with his sleeve, and then picked up the photos to look at them one by one.
Fifteen photographs are all of one wound—the throat and artery of a man of yellow race cut by a sharp knife.The photos capture the shape of the wound at different angles and distances, as well as post-mortem analysis photos, various longitudinal and cross-sectional images and three-dimensional holograms reconstructed with high-resolution computer graphics.There are different arrows and English text on the photo to mark the various features on the wound.
There is a small line of the same text in the upper left corner of each photo: "Victim ID: HO43-8"
"Very detailed illustrations. The deceased was a very important person, right?" Takahashi kept his eye on the pile of photos in detail.
"You know I can't tell."
Takahashi nodded. "A very neat cutting method—no, it should be said to be a 'cut' method." With a slight grip on his right palm, he slowly gestured in mid-air, subconsciously imitating the sword move that killed the man in the picture. "The murderer just slashed the victim's throat three centimeters from the front of the blade. It was accurate and deadly. The man probably didn't have time to show a frightened expression when he died?" The photo only focused on the throat wound, and did not include the deceased's face in the shot Inside.
Takahashi showed a demon-like expression, lifted the long sword on the table, pulled out the blade gently, and carefully looked at the tip of the blade.
"It does look like a sword blade of this shape, and the angle of the edge is also very consistent... Did you use the wound in the photo to analyze the shape of the murder weapon?"
"En." Kang Zhefu took off his flat glasses and put them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "I use the computer to analyze the shape of the blade tip and the angle and thickness of the edge according to the shape, depth, and shallowness of the wound; I also calculate the approximate weight and running angle of the weapon based on the length of the wound, the change in depth, and the speed of the weapon. Estimate the length of the entire sword. Although there is a very sophisticated computer program to help, it took me a whole month of hard work."
Kang Zhefu took another sip of iced tea, and pressed his tired eyelids with his left fingers. "When I was in Langley, I selected a total of seventeen miniature models. After testing, this blade shape is the closest."
"Extremely fierce moves." Takahashi stared at the three-dimensional hologram. "The speed of swinging the sword is about two hundred and thirty kilometers per hour."
Kang Zhefu showed admiration in his eyes. "It's 210 to 240 kilometers. About the same as you, right? Because of this frightening figure, an expert in the bureau even assumed that the murder weapon had a mechanical component."
"But these photos have overturned this assumption." Takahashi retracted the strange sharp blade into the smooth wooden scabbard again. "Have you also watched the kendo competition?"
"Of course. It's a pity that when you won the second consecutive championship in Japan, I was still a primary school student in New York City." Kang Zhefu smiled.
Takahashi let out a hearty laugh. "When the two sides confront each other in the competition, they always maintain the 'one foot, one knife' (the distance that can attack the opponent with one step forward), and explore each other's sword path with the tip of the bamboo sword—this is the middle flat green eye posture of both sides ( In the case where the point of the sword is pointed between the enemy's eyes)."
Takahashi put away his smile and stroked the stiff beard on his chin. "If you are a strong swordsman, you can often see the gaps in the opponent's stance, the weakness of the body, the rhythm of breathing, and even the emotional state through the contact of the tip of the sword, so as to find out the way to win. A true master duel, often The moment the swords are exchanged, the winner has already been decided."
He pointed to a high-resolution computer drawing on the coffee table and said: "As you can see in the picture, the depth of the wound changes with the structure of the deceased's throat organs and blood vessels. That is to say: the murderer can extend the sense of touch to the tip of the sword On top of that... the murderer is an extremely terrifying super swordsman!"
Kang Zhefu sighed.He believes that Takahashi Ryuichiro absolutely has the authority to make such a judgment: Even though he is already one of the world's top 100 richest people, with assets worth tens of billions of dollars, Takahashi has dedicated his life to "" The ultimate modern samurai of Taoism, a genuine "Martial Daoist".
Takahashi caressed the hilt of the sword on the table. "Could this be... a Chinese sword?"
"It could be some kind of rare traditional weapon from Turkey, the Middle East or the Indochina Peninsula. But my hunch is that it's not a Chinese sword."
"Because even you have never seen such a sword-shaped relationship?"
Kang Zhefu shook his head. "How could I have seen all of the thousands of different types of weapons from various sects and sects in China? It's just the murderer's fierce combat skills... I'm afraid it has been lost in China."
"Where's Mr. Gu?" Takahashi still didn't give up. "Have you looked for him?"
Kang Zhefu shook his head again. "Master disappeared from New York City half a year ago."
"Teacher Gu" is Kang Zhefu's mentor in swordsmanship, Gu Feng, a top Chinese swordsmanship master and sword researcher, and an honorary advisor to the British Museum.He has practiced, dabbled in, observed, and researched more than 200 schools of Chinese swordsmanship.
Gu Feng immigrated to Taiwan after 1949, and then went east to the United States to settle down. He opened a fencing gym in New York City, but few people paid attention to it. Martial arts gyms of various Chinese boxing arts are very interested in swordsmanship which is of little use in modern society.
"What?" Takahashi said in a low voice, "Teacher Gu is missing? He is seventy-five years old this year..." He looked at Kang Zhefu. "It seems you're not too worried."
Kang Zhefu said with a smile: "I think he just hid alone. For many years, he always went to the deep mountains, marshes and heaven and earth to practice alone occasionally. I met him a year ago, and his spirit is better than mine."
Takahashi couldn't help sighing with fascination: "I'm really a master of Chinese kendo... In comparison, I, a young boy, can only sit on this super high-rise building and imagine the night view of Shinjuku as a vast ocean..."
"Why do you think the murderer used Chinese swordsmanship?"
"I just thought: behind the appearance of this sword, there seems to be a very profound and long-standing culture, which inevitably reminds me of China. But now that I think about it, the moves used by the murderer are not like Chinese swordsmanship, but rather The taste of Western swords... Zeff, are you going to Europe?"
"Maybe." Kang Zhefu showed a mysterious smile.
"You're going to find Kid Daquina? That madman who killed people indiscriminately..."
"I'm leaving too." Kang Zhefu put the photos scattered on the table back into his briefcase.Takahashi found a long dark blue cloth pouch, just enough to put the imitation murder weapon with its sheath inside.
"Thank you very much for your help." Kang Zhefu stood up and bowed to Takahashi. "I have a chance to drink a cup of clear barley tea with you again."
Takahashi also stood up, but Kang Zhefu said, "There's no need to see him off."
When Kang Zhefu was putting on his leather shoes on the wooden porch outside the room, Takahashi's voice came from behind.
"Zeff, after the case is over, if it is convenient, can you tell me about this sword and this swordsman?"
"Do your best. I don't know how much inside information the CIA is willing to disclose... This is really a murder case with a complicated background." Kang Zhefu sighed, and said while tying his shoelaces: "Besides, until now I still No clue."
"Maybe the CIA will terminate the contract with you." Takahashi Hao smiled. "Come back to me when the time comes. The position of 'Long Mei Tang' is still waiting for you."
"Takahashi." Kang Zhefu who was standing in front of the entrance turned his head. "What you gave me in the past is enough to be repaid in a lifetime. I don't want to owe you more." Kang Zhefu's tone showed excitement for the first time. "When you really need me, I will definitely come to Japan."
Takahashi's eyes lit up. "When I'm in trouble, are you really willing...to help me?"
Kang Zhefu turned around. "A person standing in your position today, will he still see the word 'difficult'?"
When Kang Tetsu walked out of the garden along the gravel path with a laugh, Ryuichiro Takahashi walked to the huge glass curtain wall facing east again, overlooking the still prosperous night of Shinjuku from a height of 300 meters .
"Swordsmen..." he murmured, "We are an ethnic group that is on the verge of extinction..."
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