Chapter 11, the kidnapping, has too many flaws; I can only offer a half-moon glance as a token of respect.
Click—!
Two crisp cracking sounds came from where the wooden stick struck.
Kitagawa Ryusei's wooden stick and the kidnapper's hand holding the iron rod both broke at the same time.
Shinichi Kudo was taken aback and looked in the direction of the sound!
"Ah!" Just before the man's right hand lost its strength and the iron bar fell, Kitagawa Ryusei decisively threw away the half-broken wooden stick, grabbed the kidnapper's wrist firmly with one hand and twisted it backward!
He caught the falling iron rod with one hand.
The next moment, Kitagawa Ryusei raised his leg and kicked out in the chest!
The man let out a wail, unable to retreat in time, and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
As expected, Kitagawa Ryusei's expression darkened as he was affected by the high fever.
Normally, this kick would have broken at least two of the opponent's ribs, rendering him unable to move.
It's not as soft and fluffy as this.
There was no time for sentimentality. Kitagawa Ryusei weighed the iron rod in his hand, couldn't help but cough twice, and looked at the others with impatience: "Hurry up, don't dawdle."
His overly arrogant attitude successfully angered the other party. The man on the ground struggled to his feet, a fierce glint flashing in his narrow eyes, as he drew a small knife from his waist with his left hand.
He shouted angrily, "Kill him!"
Kitagawa Ryusei wasn't good at physical combat, but that was compared to the five police academy students and the port Mafia. At this moment, he was more than capable of dealing with a few low-level kidnappers.
He didn't even blink as a dagger slashed towards him within his line of sight, until the blade was almost touching his chest.
Kitagawa Ryusei leaned back and created distance with a quick step, then swiftly dodged to the man's left.
Starting from his wrists, he mobilized the strength of his arms, shoulders, waist, and abdomen, swinging the iron bar with all his might to smash the opponent's back!
Short swords and short sticks were not weapons that Kitagawa Ryusei usually used, but those around him often used them.
The knife's moves are simple, consisting of nothing more than flicking, stabbing, and slashing. When used well, it can be unpredictable in close combat.
A man who looks intimidating but whose moves are mostly chaotic and haphazard is easily recognizable to Kitagawa Ryusei as someone who has not received professional training and is all show and no substance.
Between the two, Kitagawa Ryusei preferred using a stick.
The short stick is an extension of the limbs, and its inertia brings a greater force.
A heavy blow to the chest, collarbone, bridge of the nose, or temples can kill the opponent instantly.
Kitagawa Ryusei's face darkened, but he could only avoid these fatal spots—he was now a police academy student and could not act as recklessly as before.
trouble.
The kidnapper, who had been shouting just moments before, was completely rendered incapable of resisting after being struck hard in the back.
Without blinking, Kitagawa Ryusei grabbed the hair of the swaying man and pulled him in front of her to shield him.
The chilling dagger pierced deep into the human body, making a sound as it cut through skin and flesh.
Under Kitagawa Ryusei's grasp, the man was restrained and unable to move, his eyes wide open in vain as he slowly looked down at his chest.
Blood gushed out from the knife in his accomplice's hand.
Everyone present was stunned by this sudden turn of events, only Kitagawa Ryusei coughed twice and suddenly raised his foot to kick the attacker from the side!
Pfft—
It's the sound of a blade leaving the body.
Blood splattered on the young man's cheek, which he wiped away with the back of his hand holding the iron rod, leaving a bloody mark.
Mysterious and dangerous.
The excruciating pain and fear of death made the man in his arms tremble.
"Cough cough, the knife is in your right rib, don't worry, you won't die." Kitagawa Ryusei whispered softly, his tone gentle as if to comfort her.
He didn't loosen his grip on the man's hair, slamming his hand hard against the alley wall.
In just one moment, Kitagawa Ryusei released his grip.
The kidnapper collapsed, his head covered in blood.
Shinichi Kudo: !!!
The child swallowed hard, realizing for the first time that his reasoning had failed.
...Is this really a police academy student?
The other two were terrified by this scene. They exchanged a glance and then moved in opposite directions.
One of them rushed forward to try to restrain Kitagawa Ryusei, while the other turned around and ran desperately toward the van!
A swift and decisive victory!
In terms of speed, Kitagawa Ryusei is faster.
He took a few steps forward to close the distance between himself and the kidnapper who was rushing towards him.
With your front foot facing the target, grip the iron bar and sweep it horizontally!
The kidnapper barely dodged the blow and retaliated with his knife, but was immediately blocked by Kitagawa Ryusei's raised stick, the blade stuck firmly in place.
Kitagawa Ryusei always kept his body turned to the side to reduce the area that could be attacked, and his small sliding steps ensured that he could adjust his center of gravity at any time.
With a slash and an upward flick, he deftly twisted his wrist, and the heavy iron rod obediently changed direction in his hand.
He reversed his grip on the iron rod, turning the tip downwards into a dagger, and thrust it out with ruthless force!
"ah!!"
Screams rang in his ears, but Kitagawa Ryusei remained unfazed and ignored them. Instead, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, spun around, and threw the iron rod behind him!
Bang!
A blur flashed by, and the man who ran in front of the van was struck squarely in the back with a stick, and he fell straight towards the van door.
A single, decisive blow.
Without needing to confirm the situation, Kitagawa Ryusei turned around again and swung his elbow at the man who was still screaming in pain.
...
Within three minutes, only Kitagawa Ryusei and Kudo Shinichi remained standing in the alley.
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
This time, Shinichi Kudo didn't dare touch his clothes. He didn't even know what to say, and could only try to appear as cautious as possible. He whispered, "Brother... are you alright?"
Kitagawa Ryusei was taken aback, and blinked her eyelashes as if she hadn't reacted yet.
It's better not to ask; a child's words are like a switch that turns off the pain receptors.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
My head, in particular, hurts so badly it feels like someone is stabbing my temples with an awl and stirring it around.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
As his fierce aura dissipated, Shinichi Kudo watched in disbelief as the young man instantly became extremely weak, his pale face gradually turning into a flush.
Shocked by the ten-year-old child, Shinichi Kudo's eyes widened in disbelief: ...There are too many things to complain about, and he doesn't know where to begin.
He obediently remained silent, carefully skirting around the horribly injured people on the ground as he approached the van.
Kitagawa Ryusei ignored him, and only then did he remember to take out his phone and call the police.
The call was answered: "Is this the police? I have three kidnappers in my hands."
The police officer on the other end of the phone: "Um... could you please repeat that?"
Kitagawa Ryusei then realized that he might be more like a kidnapper for saying those words.
After the explanation, the police officer on the other end of the phone immediately took it seriously and said he would send officers to the scene right away.
Just then, the little boy who had been locked in the car shakily climbed down.
He did not relax because of the kidnapper lying on the ground; he was still trembling.
He looked tremblingly at Kitagawa Ryusei and Kudo Shinichi, while in his hand, a walkie-talkie was flashing a ghostly red light.
Like a crow's eye.
"Daigo Ohara! Why is your car still parked in the same spot? Please respond!"
*
I couldn't find you at the training hall. Did you leave the school, Ryusei?
The message sent half an hour ago has not yet received a reply. Everyone else has already arrived at the training hall, but Kitagawa Ryusei has yet to appear.
Unless there's an urgent matter, the other party won't stand you up.
Rei Furuya turned off his text message but decided to go check on his dorm.
"What is Kofuyu going to do?" Seeing him leave, Kenji Hagiwara put down the pistol he had just assembled and looked up to ask Hiromitsu Morofushi.
Without even looking up to check on his childhood friend's movements, Morofushi Kagemitsu replied, "He should be going to find Ryusei."
“I see,” Kenji Hagiwara said, no longer finding it strange, and continued fiddling with his work.
...
The door to Kitagawa Ryusei's room was slightly ajar. After Furuya Rei politely knocked twice, the door slowly opened: "Are you there, Kitagawa-kun?"
There was no one inside.
"...Why don't you close the door?" The room's owner wasn't there, and after a moment's hesitation, Furuya Rei didn't go in but instead politely closed the door.
Although he tried to avoid looking directly at it, his excellent eyesight allowed him to see the thermometer on the bedside table at a glance.
Do you have a cold?
Jiang Gu zero thought.
Standing at the doorway, he texted Hiro: "I need to go to the convenience store. Is there anything you can help me get?"
The other party replied quickly: "Could you please bring me a tube of toothpaste? The class monitor also needs a box of toothpicks. Thanks, Zero."
After confirming the contents of the text message, Furuya Rei looked up and zipped up his jacket.
With a valid reason, I'm ready to go out.
On the way to the convenience store, Furuya Rei didn't run into Kitagawa Ruki; they probably missed each other.
I don't know why I ran out; I could have just stayed in my dorm and waited for them to come.
He reflected on his actions while waiting in line to pay.
A police car was parked next to the convenience store, its flashing lights reflected on the store's glass.
One of the alley entrances was cordoned off. After a brief exchange, several police officers in suits got into their car and left, leaving only plainclothes officers behind.
The cordon was removed shortly afterward.
"Excuse me, what happened?" Rei Furuya politely asked the clerk.
The shop assistant was a very energetic woman who answered the young man's question very quickly: "It seems like there has been a kidnapping? The police just came over to inquire and brought an ambulance with them."
"It seems to be related to a child and a police academy student."
The convenience stores that police academy students frequent are mostly clustered here, so it's normal for the police to come and question them.
"Thank you." Upon hearing the name of the police academy student, Furuya Rei felt a bad premonition. He quickly paid, picked up his things, and walked into the alley.
The police had mostly left, and no one stopped him as he approached.
Outside the alley are bustling streets and people walking around, but inside the alley is winding and secluded, where green moss grows in damp and muddy dark places, while bacteria and filth also thrive.
This scene is like a microcosm of the entire city.
Rei Furuya frowned and walked inside.
There were fresh tire tracks on the ground, and further in, there were signs of a fight.
The broken wooden stick that had been lying on the ground had been taken away by the police as evidence; all he saw was the blood on the ground.
And a pool of blood that was almost dried on the wall.
With just a glance, he deduced that the mark was left by someone grabbing his hair and slamming his head against something. Furuya Rei wasn't wearing gloves, so he didn't try to touch it, but instead knelt down on one knee to the side.
—There was a neatly folded receipt on the ground next to that horrifying pool of blood.
For some reason, his heart was beating faster and faster. Furuya Rei picked it up and unfolded it.
Antipyretics, cold medicine, and anti-inflammatory drugs.
The print time was one hour ago.
The thermometer on Kitagawa Ryusei's desk that morning, the police academy student, the medicine purchase receipt that appeared at the scene... all the details connected in my mind.
A cool sensation rose from the soles of my feet and shot straight up to the top of my head.
He quickly picked up his phone to call Kitagawa Ryusei, while running toward the plainclothes police officers who had been waiting outside the alley!
"Beep beep—"
The phone rang for a while but no one answered; it showed that the line was busy.
The plainclothes police officer standing nearby only needed a blink of an eye to see the blond youth running towards him from across the street.
Before the other person could catch their breath, their voice urgent, "Officer, I'm a student at the Metropolitan Police Department's Police Academy. Is there a police academy student among those kidnapped?!"
The undercover officer was recognized at a glance, and stood there awkwardly. His partner spoke up, saying, "This case has been taken over by the Criminal Organization Countermeasures Division of the National Police Agency. We don't know much about it."
Reminded by his companion, the plainclothes policeman quickly nodded in agreement, but seeing the young man's anxious expression, he added, "But your friend should be fine."
Rei Furuya didn't notice the strange and distorted expressions on the faces of the two policemen, as if they had woken up to find Kamen Rider carrying Mount Fuji and saying he was going to fill the Sea of Japan.
At that moment, he paid no attention to anything else; he turned around and called Instructor Onizuka.
No one answered the phone.
Why did it have to be at this time...?
In the end, he could only go to his friend: "Hiro, Kitagawa Ryusei may have been kidnapped."
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