My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

If Hideji Kitahara has any adult acquaintances in Nagoya City, it is Fukuzawa Naotaka, but he is not sure if the other party will help. After all, it is just a job there. It's not a matter of how deep the relationship is. superior.

　　 It's really love that the other party can help, and it's natural not to help.

He made a call, but he didn’t expect Fukuzawa Naotaka to simply ask the matter and let him wait with peace of mind. Even if he cut off the call, there was no comfort. If it weren’t for a few coughs, Kitahara Hideji almost thought it was a mistake. —In his impression, the boss always speaks slowly, like an old man in his twilight years, but he didn't expect this time to be so straightforward.

　　 Half an hour later, someone pushed open the door of the interrogation room and ordered: "Murakami, let this kid go!"

　　 The policewoman was stunned and turned her head in surprise and said: "Senior, there are two injured people at the hospital desperately saying that they have headaches and they want the doctor to continue to observe. The injury report cannot be confirmed for a while. Let him go back now?"

　　 This is illegal. Although Ota’s people are obviously playing rogues, Hideji Kitahara is required to stay at least until the injury appraisal is complete before leaving. If the injury appraisal is too serious, he needs to be detained temporarily.

　　 "Don't worry about the hospital, the boss has spoken, let him go."

　　 Kitahara Hideji was also a little surprised, but it was definitely the best to be able to walk. He directly stretched out his hand and motioned to the policewoman surnamed Murakami to handcuff her. The policewoman thought it was a little weird, but her superiors ordered her to obey, and she could only take out the key in confusion-she felt weird was useless, she was a newcomer, otherwise she would not be sent to be responsible for such trivialities. Public security cases.

Kitahara Hideji is the person involved in the public security case, not a criminal suspect in a criminal case, let alone a fugitive with a reward on his back. He was taken off the handcuffs and ignored him. He left by himself, and he went to the public security. In the lobby, he found that Fukuzawa Naotaka was waiting for him while holding a small hip flask and sipping wine. He looked more comfortable and not anxious at all.

　　 Kitahara Hideji quickly stepped forward and bowed his head to apologize: "Mr. Fukuzawa, I'm sorry to trouble you."

This point is the prime time for Chunmiya’s business. The chef is not here, so he probably went out of business. It’s a great favor just to do so, not to mention that he can be released directly at this moment. It must be Naotaka Fukuzawa. I found someone because of the relationship.

　　 Fukuzawa Naotaka smiled gently and didn't care, stretched the flat hip flask towards him, and asked with a smile, "Kitahara-kun, would you like to take a bite to suppress your surprise?"

　　 Hideji Kitahara stared blankly at the hip flask for a moment. The RB law stipulates that alcohol can only be consumed over the age of twenty. Is it really good for you to hand the hip flask to a sixteen-year-old in the security office? Don't me out, you go in again! It is closed today. The little carrot head is probably going crazy at home. If you go in because of me, the little carrot head will kill me without taking his brothers and sisters?

He hurriedly declined, but Fukuzawa Naotaka didn't care, he took another sip, walked out with him, smiled and said, "I was shocked when I received the call. I didn't expect that such a stable boy like Kitahara-kun would also Can be invited into the police station."

　　 Kitahara Hideji was slightly embarrassed, and apologized again: "Sorry."

Naotaka Fukuzawa laughed, but immediately coughed a few more times. He took a sip of the wine, which seemed to be more comfortable, and said with a smile: "Don't take it to heart, I've asked the matter clearly, although his behavior is a bit reckless. , But it can’t be said that it was Kitahara-kun’s fault. As a man, it is a responsibility to stand up and protect the people around him."

"Thank you for your understanding!" As they spoke, they had already left the police station. Hideji Kitahara looked back and asked in a softly curious voice: "Did you ask an acquaintance?" He just wanted to ask Fukuzawa Naotaka to help. He found a better juvenile human rights lawyer, but he didn't expect this to be so direct, and he would get him out first when he came over.

Naotaka Fukuzawa laughed at himself: "I grew up here after all. I am a native of the land. This acquaintance can always find a relationship with an acquaintance-if you kill someone, I will not be able to save it. It's just a fight. What a big deal."

　　 "Thank you very much, Mr. Fukuzawa!" Hideji Kitahara can only thank you again, which is another great favor.

Fukuzawa Naotaka stood still at the door of the police station, turned his head and smiled: "This is nothing, Kitahara-kun, whoever has no trouble, can help if he can. Many friends and many paths, many enemies and many walls. , This is my motto in life, let me encourage you. It’s just..."

　　 As he talked, he pondered slightly.

　　 Kitahara Hideji whispered, "Mr. Fukuzawa, please speak up if you have something."

Naotaka Fukuzawa laughed dumbly, and then said softly: "The words may not sound very nice-Has Kitahara ever heard the words of a good swimmer drowning in the water? I have seen many people who practice swordsmanship in my life, and most of them have become successful. The road to fierce fighting is ultimately either death or disability. There are few good deaths. So when I received your call this evening, I was really surprised. I thought I had missed it again, and I regretted giving the two books to you. You, wait until you find out the truth, and then you're a snack, but you have some curiosity..."

　　 "What curiosity?"

"If Kitahara-kun defeats an adult in fair competition in kendo, I’m not surprised. Three or four are okay. Snow can also do it. But Kitahara-kun holds a wooden knife and faces the siege of more than a dozen people. In such a narrow place in the corridor, more than a dozen adults lost the ability to resist on the spot. Not only was he fine, but he had no blood, and he had no sense of action. He controlled all his opponents to the range of minor injuries, not dead or disabled. It’s a little strange...Sports competition is completely different from street melee. I just read a book and practiced for a few years. Can I do this without relevant actual combat experience?" Fukuzawa Naotaka said with a smile on his face. After disappearing, I looked at the lights in the distance and sighed softly: "That Kitahara-kun's calmness, courage, and talent made me a little creepy."

Hideji Kitahara was stunned for a moment. Of course, he is experienced, but he couldn’t tell others how the experience came. Moreover, he used the [Pre-reading] skill many times during the melee to understand the situation and survive in the cracks. Successfully avoided several crises, but that can’t be said.

　　 He really couldn't find any reason to say, so he could only reluctantly say: "The other party is just a little bastard."

"Really! The other party is just crowded and powerful, and personal strength is really not worth mentioning in the eyes of people like us." Fukuzawa Naotaka first affirmed his statement, then tilted his head and looked at both sides of the road, and smiled casually: " I have briefly understood the police investigation report. According to the situation at the time, if Kitahara-kun is holding a sharp knife, there is nothing to say. Kitahara-kun is really murderous. These people are afraid that they will be killed if they can't even reach the second floor. It's completely clean. Ancient swordsmanship has been studied for thousands of years for the purpose of killing people quickly. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the difference between practiced and untrained, but you should understand it-but Kitahara took a wooden sword. This is a bit hard to say. I have simulated it in my mind several times on the way here. After thinking about it, Yi Bei Yuan-kun’s physical fitness is still hard to imagine how to do it. Have you never made a mistake? A wooden knife with not much lethality, every blow made the enemy temporarily lose the ability to counterattack? Instead of being forced into a blind spot or hugged, instead of wandering and chaotic, I always faced the least enemy and beat the enemy. Feeling painful and not wanting to give birth to myself but hardly hurt?"

　　 "I don't know how to do it, maybe it's luck..."

Naotaka Fukuzawa turned his side slightly, nodded lightly, as if asking himself: "Luck? Is it luck or strength..." Halfway through his words, a fierce spirit suddenly appeared on his body, and he twisted his waist without warning. With the palm instead of the sword, the lightning slashed Kitahara Hideji's neck diagonally.

Fierceness is hard to describe in words. This is an intuition, an intuition that the other party can hurt oneself or even take his own life at any time. At that time, the instinctive fear came from the bottom of my heart-Hideji Kitahara did not expect that the two people spoke well, and the middle-aged sick ghost Fukuzawa Naotaka would suddenly attack him, and the tremor from the heart suddenly surged over his head, like a moment Back in the meditation battle to face those cold Ronin swordsmen.

　　 He has the illusion that his neck will be cut off!

Although he didn’t hold a sword in his hand and couldn’t activate the [Pre-reading] skills in [Ancient Swordsmanship], Hideji Kitahara instinctively used offensive and counterattacks. Unexpectedly, he has lost the first move, and can only seek to hurt both sides.

　　 This is better than being cut down unilaterally and letting the opponent make up the knife.

Both of them moved very fast, and Naotaka Fukuzawa had been prepared for a long time, and he directly stopped and stepped back to avoid the attack of Kitahara Hideji. He didn't make any more movements. He just stared at Kitahara Hideji intently and looked at what he saw in his eyes. The fierce light gradually faded...

This sudden force movement is not suitable for a sick ghost like Fukuzawa Nao. He stood there a little shake, his face was flushed, but he didn't look much healthy, on the contrary, there were three points that seemed to be back. But he was still looking intently, and after a long time he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, muttering, "This familiar look..."

　　 Kitahara Hideji also understood that Fukusawa Naotaka was only testing, and he stood there without moving. I don't know what Fukusawa Naotaka means.

　　 Fukuzawa Naotaka stood with his eyes closed for a long time, then opened his eyes and looked at him, and asked solemnly: "What happened to Kitahara-kun before? Has it...had someone killed?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji raised his eyebrows, and didn't quite understand where Fukuzawa Naotaka thought of going-what murder? Does slashing someone in a meditation battle count as killing?