Chapter 239 Volume King Fujian Lu
Takusai Kazuma carried a shoulder bag and walked into the tram. The high school students wearing school uniforms stood up one after another and gave up their seats to the disabled. For the first time, he felt that Japanese etiquette was annoying.
He ignored it, grabbed the ring with one hand and took the tram back to the cage.
After staying in Hokkaido for more than a month, he felt like he was a different life after returning to Tokyo. Takusai Katsuma opened the door and the furniture in the house was covered with a thin layer of dust. He stood in the entrance hall without entering the living room, and bent down to pick up the letters piled under the quotation mouth.
He clamped the letter with his ring finger and middle finger, and quickly stroked the index finger and thumb, throwing the advertising leaflet to the ground, picking out the bill of arrears, and finally, his finger suddenly stopped.
The last email was a property rights contract from Yinliu Taoist temple. As the master of Xu Ji, Qianji, is naturally qualified to open a Taoist temple... According to the inheritance law, the Taoist temple belongs to Takuzhai.
After reading the property contract, Takuzai Katsuma did not say a word and still did not enter the living room. He turned around and left with his bag in his arms, knocking on the door next door.
Ajun's scream came faintly behind the door, and Takuzai Kamema glanced at the watch and knocked on the door again.
The door on the left suddenly opened, and Miki Shirakawa claimed to be the apartment administrator and asked Takusai Kamema what was wrong. The latter answered truthfully, saying that he was a colleague of the tenant and had made an appointment to meet today.
"Ah, that's a coincidence. They went out," Shirakawa Miki said with a smile: "If it's not an urgent matter, I can tell you..."
"No."
Takusai Kazuma refused neatly, and he called Fushimira Kazu and asked where they were. The latter reported the shooting range location and asked him what he found. Takusai Kazuma did not answer and hung up the phone.
Instead of taking the bus to the shooting range, he took a detour to the Yinliu Dojo.
The letters and stone steps have not been cleaned for a long time, and they are covered with moss. The gate was sealed, and Kasumi Takuzhai walked around the backyard. There were wind chimes hanging on the porch. The deer was broken, and the running water flowed by, and the sound of the bamboo swords passing by was like a dream bubble.
He opened the sliding rail door, walked into the dojo, walked through the wooden corridor, found Qianji Fukuma's famous brand in the lounge, and pried open the storage cabinet with iron wire with one hand - inside it was a kendo suit, a wooden knife, and a family photo.
Takusai Katsuma took the photo and stuffed it into his wallet.
He took a taxi to the shooting range, paid the venue fee, and the front desk asked the staff to lead the way. The two of them walked through the indoor shooting range in the greenhouse and headed to the outdoor practice site. They heard gunshots without going far away, and there were faint screams of safety officers.
The two turned around the fence and saw that Yuan Tatsuko was wearing goggles, holding guns in both hands, and aiming at the iron target; directly opposite her, about ten meters away, Fumimira Kiri held a knife sideways, posing as a Juheshou.
"What is this doing..."
The staff noticed that the safety officer looked disbelief, and he lifted his goggles, put his hands on his hips, scratched his head from time to time, and could take pictures of the expressions on his face as an emoticon pack.
Seeing this, the staff wanted to remind that this is dangerous, how can people stand in front of the gun?
Before he could speak, Gunji pulled the trigger when he heard the sound of gunfire. At the same moment, to be precise, before Guo Toko pulled the trigger, Fumimi Deer suddenly drew her sword, and the dazzling sunlight refracted a frame, almost blinding the staff's dog eyes.
The sound of gunfire and bullets were connected together, and the bullet remains separated from each other, and flew past the left arm of Fumimi Deer, landing on the pile of stones and dead trees, making two crisp sounds, splashing a small piece of dust.
Not only the staff were stunned, but even Takusai Kazuma was breathing.
Fushimi Deer threw a knife flower and put the knife into the sheath. In Takuzai's eyes, his figure overlapped with Chihito Kazumama.
...It's exactly the same.
Not only is the same as the knife-receiving action, but the breathing rhythm is the same, but the little habit of pressing the knife thigh on the side of the thumb is exactly the same. Takusai Kazuma was absent from the same speech for a while.
On the other side, Yuan Tatsuko took off her goggles, and looked shocked.
They had tried dozens of times just now, and Fumimi Lu only succeeded once. Genyuko thought it was a coincidence and was very unwilling to accept that even if her marksmanship was bad, it would not affect the rate of bullet firing, right?
Unexpectedly, he succeeded again now, with an average of 30 shots that can hit one shot. The probability of one-thirty is a bit far-fetched.
This is unscientific!
"It must be a coincidence again!" Yuan Yuzi said loudly, "I have tried it so many times, but you are just lucky!"
"Come again."
Fushimi Deer did not argue with Tamako Gen to avoid affecting the flow state. Now he cannot be able to control and release his nerves at all times, so he must always be nervous to barely predict the shooting action of Yuan Yuzi.
Upon hearing this, Gen Tatsuko put on her goggles again, raised her muzzle, and carefully aimed at the iron target on the left side of Fumimi Deer to avoid accidentally shooting someone to death...
To be honest, when I heard this request at the beginning, Genyuko refused. No matter what, this is too dangerous. What if she accidentally shot Fumimi-kun? Then she became shrimp rice?
Fushimi Lu was persuaded and promised to pay the indulgences, but Genyuko still refused. It was not until Fumimika put on the bulletproof vest that she reluctantly agreed... If it weren't for a quick shooting, she was quite confident in her marksmanship.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
At this moment, Yuan Yuzi stared with breath and aimed for nearly two minutes. The rest of the people were impatient before she pulled the trigger.
Another gunshot, Fumimi Deer suddenly drew her sword, the fire flashed, and the bullet flew past the blade.
He failed to hit the score.
"Come again."
Fushimi Lu was not discouraged at all, and he tried it more than a dozen times.
Takusai Katsuma had been standing by the edge of the fence and watched, and the staff didn't plan to leave, so they secretly used the intercom to call their colleagues to eat melons. Before we knew it, there was a circle of people around the shooting range.
Fumimi Lu was focused on her eyes and stared at Yuan Yuzi. The latter fired again, and only the sound of a knife was drawn suddenly. The bullet split into two, and a fire splashed in the air.
Everyone exclaimed, as if they were watching a juggling, and they all clapped.
Now Yuan Yuzi can't deceive herself.
She hung her gun in a daze, widened her eyes, thinking how could the gap between people be so big? She could understand that some people are naturally strong and good at sports, but their talent is too strong, right?
Is Fushimi-kun a natural swordsman? Just like Miyamoto Musashi, he can kill a long-grown swordsman at the age of thirteen. It can be said that God is giving food to him...
Yuan Yuzi's self-confidence was deeply hit.
Forget it, Fushimi-kun is talented, but she still practices secretly on her back... Not only does she practice swordsmanship, but she also learns legal terms, studies cooking skills, and exercises social skills. She even has the strength to lurk in the cult group to investigate cases!
How could this person be curled like this?
She thought she had worked hard enough, but compared with Fushimi Kan, she seemed to be the one who was slutty!
(This chapter ends)