There isn’t a secret called Thousand Years of Killing in their kendo gym’s style, right?

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It was already late at night when I returned home from taking notes at the police station.

When I got home, I parked the Ford Taurus in the underground garage.

Fujino opened the bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.

"Zhuo, there's a traffic jam."

He turned over from the bed and murmured to himself: "I'm not driving a Mazda... How can I still be stuck in traffic... It seems that I will have to buy a motorcycle one day, and I happen to still have a motorcycle license."

In the early 1990s, neon traffic jams were still quite common.

There are no traffic restrictions and no odd or even numbers. Whether it is a dump truck or a large truck, it can be used in urban areas.

Of course it’s terribly congested.

Motorcycles are very necessary in this case.

You can even run to the crosswalk in an emergency...

I can't say it's immoral, I can only say that this is what a certain big black guy did.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the detective career mission: Library Murder Case]

[The system rewards 500,000 yen and 100 reputations have been distributed]

[Currently, the remaining reputation after the host detective level is increased is: 300 detective reputation points]

[The current host balance is: 1.65 million yen]

At this time, the system prompt sound suddenly came from Fujino's ears lying on the bed.

Hearing the sound, he sat up from the bed and looked at the system balance. Fujino felt a rare sense of comfort.
Chapter completed!