After exercising with the real knife "Bai Green" in martial arts props, he sat behind the counter, holding the Tokyo Metropolitan City Navigation Picture that he bought from a bookstore not long ago.

He had never been to Kabukicho, such a place before, so he was full of curiosity about it.

After confirming that the tram had become a route, he stood up and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was already six:30 pm.

As time goes by and over again, it gets getting earlier and earlier.

At this time, the air was stained with a thin layer of smoke, and the night soon came.

Hirata picked up the "Bo Yinggui" wooden knife and the "Bo Green" famous knife and put it in the sword bag.

Anyway, it's still early, so go to Kabukicho to visit it in the name of investigation.

Taking the tram, I quickly arrived at Kabukicho Yifan Street.

Hirata looked up at the red light sign in front of him, and raised his eyebrows gently.

This is the famous Kabukicho?!

The sign at the entrance is like a deformed alternative torii, lying across the not-so-spacious street entrance.

The noisy sound came into his ears, and even at the entrance far away, it could still be heard clearly.

Kabuki is a traditional Japanese national performing art form and originated in the early Edo period of the 17th century.

After the end of World War II, the designers and builders of Kabukicho Ichiban Street originally wanted to build this place into a traditional entertainment city dominated by Kabukicho performances, but later the development here took another completely different path.

This small land of only 0.35 square kilometers has become a world-famous place in Seqing and the largest red light district in Asia.

There are more than 5,000 hotels, chat shops, lovers' hotels and staple casinos.

There are more than 70 extremist organizations and thousands of gangsters occupying it. It is the area with the highest crime rate in Tokyo, Japan.

This is the first time Hirata has come to such a place. Although it is the first time I have arrived, I have been intimate for a long time.

He took a deep breath, pretended to be a dull look, and walked into the street.

Just like when I first entered McDonald's, although I don't know anything, as long as I pretend to be very calm, people will not think that it is my first time here.

However, it seems that people say that such places are very tricky. Should I be vigilant and act like a gentleman when facing the temptation of the young ladies?

Hirata pinched his chin and entered the sage's thoughts.

Forget it, let's take one step at a time.

After thinking for a while, I stepped forward and decided that the soldiers would block the water and soil.

But it's best not to meet acquaintances, otherwise it will be difficult to explain.

Hirata thought to himself while walking along the bustling streets.

After walking a few steps along the street, I found that the Kabukicho street today is not peaceful.

At the end of the street, some police officers were found, and people gathered around them.

The gathering crowds are the most talented people with hair dyed and tattoo characteristics.

Although Neon Society Jidao Organization and the violent group are disliked and despised, in Kabukicho, police and Jidao Organization have always been managed by them, and even most of the time, Jidao Organization maintains public order.

So it is not strange that Jidao organizations gather around the police.

I just don’t know if the other party is the Mingyouhui Jidao organization?

Hirata walked forward a few steps and was about to enter the Golden Street and walk towards the busiest bar street, but was immediately stopped by a brightly dressed guy.

"Sorry, sir, don't go in and play today."

It seemed that the other party of the manager stopped Hirata from trying to get in.

Hirata is now wearing a baseball cap, a somewhat mature formal attire, and a kendo on his back. He is regarded as an ordinary tourist who wants to have fun.

"What? It's not open today?"

Hirata asked in confusion.

"Something happened inside."

The guy blocking the road was a young man in his twenties. He seemed to have not been sleeping for several days. He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over very seriously, "This is my business card, you can call me Li Xiaomu."

"You can call me in two days when you come here. I can arrange any type of girl I like."

The young man who called himself Li Xiaomu showed a kind expression, "guaranteed that the price is absolutely fair."

OK! I've been pimpeded.

Hirata put away the "person in the case" on the business card and complained in his heart.

In fact, to put it in detail, the insider and the pimp are not the same profession.

The person in the case is a night tour guide, introducing guests to restaurants, romantic places, and charging commissions is legal; while the pimp raises Miss by himself and then sells her, which is illegal.

"Your surname is Li, is it Chinese?"

Hirata asked the other party.

“Hey?”

Li Xiaomu probably didn't expect Hirata to ask about his identity. He was stunned and replied: "Yes, I am Chinese, brother, are you... Chinese too?"

"So that's it."

Hirata said with a serious look.

Although my name is Mizuna Hirata and my body is also a Japanese, my soul has always belonged to the flower planting family, so it is not wrong to say that I am a Chinese.

"I am from Shandong and currently live in Adachi."

Hirata continued to fool the smooth Li Xiaomu, whose hair was combed like a dog licked.

"I'm from Hunan."

Li Xiaomu seemed very excited about meeting his fellow villagers, and his expression did not become as serious as before.

"We met an old friend in a foreign land. Are you an international student?"

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There is no way, a lie needs to be covered up with more lies, and Hirata has to continue making up now.

"Not bad, but as an international student, don't come to such a place, and study is the priority."

This sentence is said by Li Xiaomu in Mandarin.

"I have been here for several years. I have seen many students like you in Japan. As a compatriot, I advise you to come to such places less in the future. The consumption is not only sky-high, but when these Japanese devils see that you are from the Celestial Empire, they often cheat you of money."

Li Xiaomu spoke a lot of words very talkatively, regardless of whether Hirata was really an international student.

Although he was held back by the other party and talked endlessly for more than ten minutes, Hirata kept listening patiently.

He had a good impression of this fellow.

Although I work in such a place, I still take good care of my compatriots.

Even if a person who has just met, he would be very willing to advise him not to come to such a place.

After waiting patiently for the other party to finish speaking, Hirata asked him, "Is there something happening inside?"

Li Xiaomu, who had been talking nonstop, was stunned for a moment, his expression changed for a moment, and then he said with a somewhat unnatural voice: "This... I don't know much."

"It seems that I heard it was dead."

He added another sentence.

"Are someone dead?"

"Well, I don't know much about the specific situation."
Chapter completed!