Chapter 171 Big Shot
The train stopped at the signal station, and wind and snow rolled up on the old platform of Mejiro Station.
Fushimi Deer did not take the Shinkansen, but chose to take the green train.
His apparent reason is that the train has a wider route and can reach some remote areas that cannot be reached by the Shinkansen. You can also slowly enjoy the snowy scenery along the way without having to change trains midway. It is a bit slower, but more comfortable;
The reason behind the scenes is much simpler. The security check at the green train station is very simple, and the remote sections are operated by local railway companies and private railway companies. Just like the rural bus in his previous life, it is just a decoration to guard against gentlemen but not villains.
Yuan Yuzi was not wearing a police uniform today. Her neck was wrapped in a thick plaid scarf that overlapped into a Y shape. She was wearing a black woolen horn-buttoned jacket with the hem covering her thighs. The pleated skirt she wore was very conservative, just above her knees. If it went down any further, her legs would appear to be too short.
She also had to keep her calves warm. She wore pure white pantyhose with velvet, which showed off her slim legs. The small round-toed leather shoes on the soles of her feet clicked.
Yuan Yuzi dragged her suitcase with a sentimental expression on her face. When she lived in the countryside, she often took this kind of green train, with white smoke coming out of the chimney and the sound of the axle. Her grandfather would hold two steaming sweet potatoes in his arms and share them with her while riding. Eat.
Hira Sakurako followed behind her, covering her face tightly with a hat, mask, and children's glasses, leaving no gaps in her body. Those who didn't know it thought she was a child star out on the street. After all, going out in broad daylight would attract attention if you walked around in a cardboard box, so she folded the cardboard boxes and put them into her backpack.
Fushimi Shika held the ticket in his hand and carried a travel bag half a person's height, looking for the carriage along the platform.
At the same time, in the car in front, someone opened the window. The girl tried her best to lean out of the window, waved and shouted: "Mr. Station Master! Mr. Station Master!"
Fushimi Lu raised his head and could only see her side face, her long hair being held up by the wind that flowed into the platform.
The conductor held the whistle in his mouth, put down his baton, and turned around to say hello: "Ah, isn't this Miss Ye Zi! Ichiro is very serious about his work!"
As he spoke, the train conductor grabbed the young man next to him: "Hurry up and say hello to my sister."
The young man was wearing a uniform and looked like a staff member at the platform. He looked green. He was a little embarrassed when his sister stopped him at the platform. He turned away and muttered: "It's so annoying, I'm not a child anymore!"
The girl didn't care, she continued to ask loudly: "Have there been any avalanches in the mountains recently?"
"Yes, the trains often break down, so we have to find ways to deliver food. We are very busy!" said the conductor: "It's the tourist season soon, right? All the tickets for this train are sold out!"
As they shouted, a group of passengers followed the whistle and poured into the station. The platform became lively. The conductor stopped chatting and led the staff to check tickets.
It's really strange today. One-third of the passengers are wearing windbreakers, either black or white, and many of them are wearing gold watches. They all look respectable. If you want to take a seat, you must take the Shinkansen, right? Why are you here fighting for seats with country people?
Forget it, the other third of the passengers are also very strange. They are either wearing casual suits or mink coats, and there are a few boys in leather clothes following behind them. They all look arrogant and do not look like serious people. Most likely it's Yakuza.
Is this a gang building?
Weird, really weird.
Fortunately, the last third of the tourists are all normal people, including migrant workers returning home, tourists holding maps, college students in groups, middle-aged people with sad faces... but the ingredients are a bit too mixed, it feels like There is something for everyone. Mejiro Station is both the final station and the first station. After the passengers boarded the train, the platform became deserted again.
Fushimi Shika led them both across the aisle and found his seat. Ordinary seats on local trains usually have a ‘2+2’ layout, and if you’re lucky, there will be a folding table in the middle.
Among the four seats, the girl who shouted just now occupied one seat.
Hira Sakurako is an autistic person, so naturally she has to sit next to Minamoto Tamako, and she also has to stay away from the strange girl; Minamoto Tamako is also a bit socially anxious, and she had a hidden agenda when she first talked to Fushimi Lu. I didn't want to sit next to a stranger... The two of them whispered to each other, but in the end they had no choice but to surrender.
Fushimi Shika didn't feel aggrieved. The chance of encountering a beautiful girl by chance was probably as small as winning the lottery. During the trip, he enjoyed the scenery and people. It could be said that he felt physically and mentally comfortable. He had taken advantage of it and had nothing to complain about.
The girl was very polite. When she saw someone coming, she quickly stood up and let Fushimi Shika go in first, and nodded in greeting.
"Thank you."
Fushimi Shika stuffed his travel bag into the shelf, and as soon as his butt touched the cushion, he heard a shout from behind: "Hey, hey, hey! You guy, are you looking for trouble?! Why are you stepping on my toes!"
Minamoto Tamako was standing on tiptoes, trying to stuff the suitcase onto the shelf. Hearing this, she subconsciously turned around and saw that the girl sitting opposite her was being entangled by a slutty young man.
"I'm sorry...I didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry!" The girl hurriedly bowed and apologized.
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"If I'm sorry, why do you need the police? These are crocodile leather shoes! Even if you go to Ginza to be a waitress for a month, it's not enough to compensate you!"
These words were full of hooliganism. The young man who spoke had a comb hair, and the middle bunch of hair was dyed yellow. At first glance, he was not a good person. Seeing that he was going too far, grabbing the girl by the collar and demanding compensation, Minamoto Tamako immediately stepped forward and loudly accused: "You are extorting!"
"Ah? Where did the little one come from?" The rooster's head showed its seal teeth, and his tone was particularly flat.
Yuan Yuzi took out the police officer's ID card from her arms, held it in front of his eyes, and warned him according to the words stipulated in the patrol police regulations, loudly stopping Cockscomb Head's illegal act of extortion. The cockscomb head lowered his head and glanced at the name on the police officer's ID card. He was stunned for three seconds and said subconsciously: "Ah, it turns out it's you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was covered by the uncle beside him. The latter has a gloomy look on his face, like the kind of person who ended up in an unfinished building after having to pay the mortgage for fifty years, and was asked by his bad boss to work overtime for free every day. When he came home, he found that his wife was stealing people, and his daughter was fooling around with Huang Mao at any time. A miserable uncle who might commit suicide by jumping off a building.
"I'm extremely sorry, I'm really sorry. My friend didn't mean it, he just has a bad personality..."
The uncle bowed ninety degrees to Minamoto Tamako, and only the back of his head could be seen, which was full of sincerity.
The cockscomb head also bowed and apologized. Although he was not as standard and skillful as the uncle's bowing movements, his attitude in admitting his mistake could be said to be quite good, even a little too good. The innocent girl beside him was confused, thinking that he had met some big shot.
(End of chapter)