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She muttered in her heart, without showing any regret on her face, and said with a straight face: "Don't hang up the video for me, put it on the bedside, I want to monitor you while you sleep."

"Chiyo, you don't have to be so defensive against me, right?"

"I'm not at home. You can't just say what time you want to go to bed."

Chiyo Morimoto knew Qingze very well and knew that when she was not around, he would probably let himself go and stay up until eleven or twelve o'clock before going to bed.

"There's really no trust between us."

Qingze had a sad and angry look on his face, and felt a little regretful. He had originally planned to stay up until twelve o'clock and go to bed.

For young people, staying up all night is no problem, and going to bed at 12 o'clock can be considered very early.

If Chiyo Morimoto keeps on video chatting, this idea will not be realized.

"Opening the video shows my trust in you."

Chiyo Morimoto replied, “No more talking, I’m busy.

Remember, if you dare to hang up the video, I will hang you up when I come back at night!"

"it is good."

Qingze smiled and didn't mind Chiyo's toughness on such matters.

He dried himself with a towel and decided to go to bed.

……

The next day, at six in the morning.

The phone on the bedside table rang on time.

Qingze was woken up, his brain quickly became clear, and he stopped the alarm with a slide of his index finger.

He stood up, quickly took off his pajamas, changed into a black school uniform, strode to the door and said, "Good morning, Chiyo."

"Ah."

Responding to his greeting with a lazy nasal voice, Chiyoko Morimoto did not practice yoga and went straight to the kitchen to busy herself with breakfast.

The clothes she was wearing were not a police inspector's uniform, but a thin light purple printed pajamas.

The thin straps fell on her fair shoulders, as conspicuous as a line of blueberry jam drawn on tofu.

She yawned and looked like she hadn't slept well.

Qingze looked at it a few more times. The most wonderful thing about this pajamas is that the color becomes particularly dark in the most critical parts, and it is not as thin as other places where the skin can be seen.

The person who designed this pajamas really understands men's hearts.

The most charming thing is looming.

"Chiyo, what time did you work until yesterday?"

"Two o'clock in the morning."

Chiyo Morimoto answered with a yawn, stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

"Why are you so busy until late?"

Qingze was a little surprised. In his opinion, it shouldn't take that long to question more than sixty people.

"Don't mention it. They're all trouble."

A trace of irritability flashed across Chiyoko Morimoto's brows. The maids and gardeners working in the Yasuda family did not have the status of politicians but had the problems of politicians.

He always speaks in a secretive way.

This made it difficult for them to carry out their questioning work.

You have to find ways to get information out of each one of them, and check their bank accounts in recent months to see if there is any unusual flow of funds. It's so troublesome.

Those people from the Yasuda family tried to obstruct the plan, saying that there would definitely be no traitor among their family members.

The servants and gardeners who serve the Yasuda family were not randomly recruited on the Internet, but their previous generations and previous generations had already worked in the Yasuda family.

In the eyes of the Yasuda family, these people are their own people and are more trustworthy than outsiders.

Many things that are difficult to talk about are left to those people to do, as they are afraid that the task force will ask questions that involve their privacy.

The task force resisted the pressure from those people and insisted on interrogating the servants, and concluded that the servants of the Yasuda family were not as loyal as the Yasuda family thought.

The task force has identified three people who may be selling the structural plans of the mansion.

Including Masao Yasuda's youngest son, Yuken Yasuda, there are four suspects.

However, due to the special identity of Yuken Yasuda, they could not interrogate him directly for fear of alerting the enemy.

Emily's suggestion was to start with the bank account and monitor Yuken Yasuda for three days.

During this period of time, if the other party does not take any action, you can try to alert them and see if you can find out who is behind it.

This decision means that Chiyo Morimoto will have to work overtime in the next few days.

“Alas, I might be back a little late in the future, so please don’t violate the curfew.

If you cause me any more trouble at this time, don't blame me for being angry."

Chiyo Morimoto solemnly warned Qingze not to try to play around while she was away.

This motherly worry made Qingze roll his eyes and said unhappily, "I'm not a child anymore.

If you are too tired, leave the money on the table and I will go out to eat."

"No, I don't want to give up the privilege of eating down there to anyone else."

Chiyo Morimoto blinked, the tiredness on her face was briefly covered by a provocative smile, and she licked her lips deliberately.

This is definitely a drive!

Qingze originally thought that the flag would not be raised when he went out today, but he was still excited by these words and the charming eyes.

"Chiyo, you are so mean."

"This is a reward for your obedience. Be good and go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Chiyo Morimoto took a glance and was very satisfied with the boy's enthusiastic reaction. She picked up the noodles with chopsticks and prepared to take them out of the pot.

……

Finish breakfast.

Qingze ran to school and started his daily kendo club training.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people stayed in the Kendo Club.

In the end, he was the only one left in the kendo club's activity room, and his shouting seemed particularly loud.

At this moment, a spring breeze blew into the activity room from the open window, and Qingze exhaled, "Noodles!"

The bamboo sword fell heavily.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: At this time, how many people in Tokyo are still training with bamboo swords?

After thinking about it, Qingze became interested.

He used his catalytic sensing ability to find out how many people were practicing with bamboo swords like him.

Qingze's eyes quickly moved upwards, and scenes similar to those on surveillance screens flooded into his mind, which were different from what he had imagined.

It turns out that he is not the most diligent person practicing kendo in Tokyo.

During this time, thousands of people in Tokyo are exercising by wielding bamboo swords.

Scenes played out in his mind, with people shouting loudly, including children, adults, and even elderly people.

Female high school students are naturally indispensable.

But Qingze did not focus his attention on those female high school students, but was attracted by a particularly familiar shout.

That is the sound that I occasionally hear in my dreams.

Just one sound brought Qingze's thoughts back to last summer.

On the stage surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

The boy opposite shouted, and the bamboo knife fell heavily, with a fierce momentum that seemed to split the air.

The past and the present overlapped, giving Qingze a hint of enlightenment.

Even through the helmet, I couldn't see the other person's face.

But such a sound, such a sword-wielding posture.

There was no doubt that this man was the boy who defeated him at the Jade Dragon Flag.

His name is Takashi Sunaga.

Chapter 106: Scumbag's Physique (Fourth update, twelve thousand, please subscribe)

It's sunny outside the kendo field.

The field was exceptionally empty, with only one person standing on the light yellow floor, waving a bamboo sword vigorously.

Shouting again and again, swinging the knife again and again.

For Takashi Sunaga, such life has become a part of his daily life.

His passion for kendo was not diminished by such daily practice. On the contrary, he enjoyed the time spent practicing kendo. He did not need to think about anything but how to make himself stronger.

His father, mother, classmates, friends, and everyone around him all supported him in practicing kendo.

Because he is a genius.

From elementary school to high school, he had won countless kendo-related honors and defeated countless opponents.

Everyone thought that he would be an excellent policeman in the future.

His parents' plan for him was to have him enter the University of Tokyo as a kendo specialty student, and then join the Metropolitan Police Department after graduation to complete his class transition.

But in Sunaga Takashi's eyes, none of this matters. He just simply likes kendo and enjoys the process of fighting with others.

It’s just that this process is becoming shorter and shorter.

Geniuses are always a minority.

At the starting line of kendo, those who followed him in the past have been left far behind.

Even those once tough opponents have become mediocre.

This situation changed at last year's Yulong Banner.

For the first time in his life, Takashi Sunaga realized his own shortcomings. His physical strength was still too weak. He was exhausted after winning 35 games and was finally defeated.

This is not okay.

His goal is to break Yulongqi's winning streak record.

To achieve that, you must achieve fifty-six consecutive victories.

Last year's defeat has made him work hard to make up for his physical problems and improve his skills. He is determined to break the record set by his predecessors in this Yulong Flag.

Then, at the next Jade Dragon Flag, he would personally refresh his own winning streak record. He was eager to become stronger and to go further and further on the road of kendo.

Sunaga Takashi got into position again, and a figure holding a knife seemed to appear in front of him, dressed like a ronin from Edo drama.

As his kendo skills improved, he found that the other players in the kendo club were no longer suitable opponents for him, so he gradually began to fight against imaginary enemies in his mind.

The bamboo sword in his hand was no longer a bamboo sword, but a real sword.

When their eyes met, the momentum was ignited in an instant.

"Mian!" Takashi Sunaga spotted the opponent's weakness, stepped forward, shouted loudly, and chopped down like lightning.

In an instant, blood spurted out.

The warm blood seemed to fall on Qingze's forehead. Perhaps the catalyst's sensing ability was too strong, which allowed him to sense this scene.

What Qingze cares more about than the blood illusion is Sunaga Takashi.

Dio doesn't remember how much bread he has eaten, but he will definitely remember Jonathan Joestar who defeated him.

Qingze is no exception.

He had a very deep impression of Takashi Sunaga and always felt that there was a gap between his current kendo skills and his opponent's.