It was evening after the funeral, and Sheng Ren, who had just sent off his girlfriend, was walking in the street with a suit in his hand. It seemed that his girlfriend''s face was still in front of him.


    The laughter of passers-by awakened Sheng Ren and made him think of his work tomorrow.


    If it''s not too much work pressure, if it''s not too much overtime, if it''s not too much responsibility for the boss, if he cares more, his girlfriend will not get to this point.


    Sheng Ren suddenly stops and raises his head in amazement. A young man in a black dress doesn''t know when to stand in front of him. He seems to be waiting for him. After thinking about it, he seems to be the famous young detective reported on TV and stares at once.


    Why is a famous detective here?


    "You are..."


    "Mr. Sheng Ren," Gao Cheng nodded slightly, "do you have time?"


    In a nearby bar, Gao Cheng orders a Coke without wine in the bar staff''s confused eyes, but the decadent looking Sheng Ren next to him orders the wine.


    Sheng Ren is a young man who was outside the mourning hall at the farewell ceremony before. Because his girlfriend''s suicide seems to be quite self reproach, coupled with the depression of work and life, he subconsciously wants to get drunk.


    As a social animal, he still has the ability to drink, but when Gao Cheng asked for coke, he was still a little cramped.


    He never knew that there was a coke here. It was a failure


    But no one will come here to order coke, right?


    Sheng people''s thoughts keep on chatting with Gao Cheng.


    "Alcohol can paralyze the brain, so how do I touch alcohol, at most and a little bit," Gao Cheng said when he got the coke and was distressed about the price, "so you don''t know that his girlfriend has suicidal tendencies? Last time we met, she entrusted me to go to you... "


    "I''m sorry for Baihe son..." Sheng''s head is lower.


    "Since the work pressure is so great, haven''t you considered changing jobs?"


    "Quit? But... "Sheng laughs bitterly.


    "Sorry."


    Gao Cheng knew that he had asked superfluous questions, and the idea of "society first" in Japanese society was fundamentally different from his.


    The influence of lifelong employment system is so great that it has become a social problem. Even such young people rarely use resignation to solve the problem.


    The girl who committed suicide this time is still a graduate of East University. This kind of famous college students can be said to be the existence of social elites. Suicide is also due to pressure, but they only condemned the company in their suicide note,.


    When solving the problem, suicide is still on the top of the choice of resignation


    "Didi!" Shengren''s mobile phone suddenly rings, connects the phone in a hurry and bows.


    "Yes, minister, I''ll be there right now..."


    "What''s the matter?" Gao Cheng looked at Sheng Ren and finally put away his cell phone in distress. He was surprised and said, "do you want to go to work today?"


    "No," Sheng hesitated. "Today is the minister''s holiday. I used to practice Kendo with him."


    Gao Cheng eyebrows slightly jumped: "your company has a special Kendo field?"


    "It''s the dojo over there in the business district. The owner is our minister..."


    "If you want to practice with me, I''ll help you."


    "Eh?"


    "I just want to go there," Gao Cheng said with a smile. "Although I feel that you need to exercise to vent, it''s too much to accompany your boss at this time..."


    "Can detective Chenghu know Kendo?" Sheng Ren hesitated and said, "the minister is very powerful. He has won the Kendo competition. Maybe he will get hurt..."


    "It''s nothing if it''s just a practice partner," Gao Cheng thought. "How long does it take?"


    "At 10 o''clock," Sheng Ren said with embarrassment, "I''d better go by myself..."


    "Since it''s a Taoist temple, there''s no need to pull my subordinates over, is there?"


    Gao Cheng shook his head.


    Kendo is very popular in Japan. The dojo where the Minister of a big company goes is not bad, not to mention that the other side used to be the champion of Kendo competition. It''s impossible that there is no one to accompany him in the dojo.


    Tokyo is still full of neon lights at night. Gao Chengshun and Sheng Ren go to the business district together and curiously follow the dojo, which is different from the private residence Dojo, school Dojo and police hall dojo in my impression. The dojo Sheng Ren is looking for is in a commercial building.


    "The 29th floor is our company, and the dojo is on the 12th floor," Sheng Ren said, taking a look at Gao Cheng, who was following him. He took the initiative to introduce himself. "We usually practice below, but we are not as good as the minister. If the detective in Chenghu likes it, he can also do some activities."


    Shengren still doesn''t ask Gao Cheng to help. Maybe he doesn''t want to cause trouble to outsiders. He just suppresses the loss after attending the funeral and dresses himself up as a bright white-collar.


    "Don''t care about me." Gao Cheng has already called Xiao AI, but he is not in a hurry to go back.


    To be honest, he seldom goes to places like Daochang himself. He usually practices by himself.


    The interior of Kendo hall is the same as that of ordinary Dao hall. The broad wooden floor just looks more luxurious. There are many people in it fighting back and forth in the protective gear, the sound of bamboo knives and shouts. It''s very lively.


    Gao Cheng looked at it for a while and realized that he was disappointed. In this kind of place, the road opening is clearly for white-collar workers to vent their pressure. Other aspects are very casual, except for the excitement, it''s just the excitement. Let the winner to accompany practice is to let the subordinates out of resentment hard to fight? The minister is really talented... "Ha ha, stop for a while, Mr. Kondo is still so powerful!" In the corner of the dojo, a burly man in a Kendo suit, who seemed to be the curator, stopped the crowd. The middle-aged man, who was called Kondo, also sweated a lot after taking off the mask, but his breath was very stable“ I train whenever I have time. If I put it in ancient times, I would be a swordsman. "The middle-aged man is quite serious." if I don''t have time, where is it for the younger generation to compete in kendo now? But Yanchuan, you said you would sell the famous Dao to me last time... "" I also want to get Ju Qiandai, but it''s a little late, "the curator said regretfully." now I haven''t heard the whereabouts of Ju Qiandai. " A thousand generations? Gao Cheng''s ears moved. It seems that it was a famous sword handed down by Suwa''s family in the past. It also caused a homicide case. Suwa''s second son is still in prison“ It''s a pity, "said the middle-aged man, shaking his head and suddenly noticing Sheng Ren, who brought Gao Cheng into the ashram, frowning," how did you come here? Because you''re the one with better swordsmanship! "“ I''m sorry, minister. I''m... "Forget it, change quickly!" Middle aged people have a bad complexion. New people are new people. They don''t understand at all. If it wasn''t for their own sake, where would they stay in the headquarters?... Gao Cheng changed into a white Kendo suit in the lounge. I feel like I haven''t seen him for a long time. It''s been a long time since I practiced swordsmanship. Now I just want to avoid being familiar with swordsmanship at home. With his current swordsmanship, he has almost reached the top of the world. He can''t be as fantastic as the silver soul world of Dongye Lake... "Hello." When Gao Cheng sat down, he nodded politely to an uncle with deep eye socket on the side. The other party just answered gently and ignored him. He was just a little surprised at Gao Cheng''s age. No one nearby is as big as Gao Cheng, at least in their 20s and 30s. Normally, Gao Cheng is still in college at this age, or he won''t come to this kind of occasion. Looking at Gao Cheng in doubt, uncle''s eyes turned to the field. Like Gao Cheng, this is just a Kendo arena for white-collar workers to release their pressure. Naturally, there won''t be any experts, but minister Kondo is an exception“ Your friend is going to have bad luck again, "Uncle Gan said." it''s not easy to practice with Minister Kondo. Minister Kondo''s strength is good enough to fight one or two... "" Oh. " Gao Cheng thinks that he is misunderstood as a friend of Sheng Ren, and he doesn''t explain. Although it doesn''t matter much, it''s just that there are two sides to the suicide case, but it''s also a friend of passers-by. It''s evening for the winner in the field to wear Kendo clothes and protective gear. From the movement point of view, it''s really OK. At least it''s very powerful among these ordinary white-collar workers. It seems that he must have been the leader of Kendo Club in school before. Gao Cheng focuses on the middle-aged man opposite. It''s said that he is the champion of Kendo competition, but Gao Cheng is quite strange to the world''s Kendo competition. He only saw a student competition in Osaka, and he doesn''t know what the strength of the Kendo champion is. A dozen two... Should be nothing, right“ "Pa Pa Pa!" The winner was obviously at a disadvantage in the field, but he was very hard in the warm-up stage. After the outbreak of the middle-aged man, he stepped back and was defeated quickly. Even if he was protected by protective gear, he still felt pain when he saw Gao Cheng. The gap is too big. It''s bullying... Gao Cheng can''t bear to look directly at him, but he can''t help. In fact, it''s not difficult for the winner to win, but the other side is also the Minister of the winner. It''s even worse to lose to the winner“ It''s useless The middle-aged man was a little disappointed. "How can it be so different from last time? Let''s have another one... "Gao Cheng looks at Sheng Ren sitting on the ground gasping. Isn''t this guy up all day? Last night was really all night... "Sorry," Gao Cheng raised his hand as he looked at the winner who wanted to show off his strength. "How about me?"“ "Ha?" The middle-aged man looked at Gao Cheng in amazement. He felt familiar. "Who are you? Okinawa in Kyoto Thinking of general secretary chongtian, the middle-aged man''s face was slightly heavy. A senior high school student in Kyoto came all the way here... "No," Gao Cheng said to the public, "we''re just like..." "nonsense! What''s wrong with a child? " Middle aged people are more angry“ Well, actually, my Kendo is OK, "said Gao Chengna," is that ok? It''s just practice