Chapter 172 The Oriental Green Car Murder
Yuan Yuzi wanted to say a few more words, but the hard-working uncle exuded the "I'm so miserable" and "I'm going to die if you scold me again" temperament, which made her embarrassed to speak, feeling that if she criticized them , but she seemed like an unforgiving bad person.
"Well, then...be careful next time and don't do this kind of thing again. It's very bad, you know?" Yuan Yuzi said.
"I know, I know." He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The hard-working uncle dragged him and said with a flattering smile that the police officer had taught him right, and then dragged him away.
Yuan Yuzi held the suitcase and looked around, feeling a little strange.
After she finally stuffed the suitcase into the shelf and sat down next to Taira Sakurako, the weird feeling reached its peak.
"Fushimi-kun..."
She leaned forward and lowered her voice: "Why do I feel like everyone in the carriage is peeking at us?"
"Are you too worried? You're so cute, why don't you let others see it?" Fushimi Shika didn't even raise his head and unfolded the newspaper, which he bought at the newsstand before getting in the car: "Learn more from me, as a handsome guy , there is the consciousness of being watched.”
"Ah! Haha, it's not that cute. It's just average. Even if you praise me, I won't be happy!" Yuan Yuzi blushed a little and smiled from ear to ear. Before she could finish her joy, she He met the girl's eyes.
Yuan Yuzi immediately stopped smiling. It was okay to say this in private, but if others heard it, it would seem too narcissistic. She felt embarrassed for Fushimi-kun.
"Thank you just now," the girl sat back in her seat and said slightly nervously: "I...my name is Ye Yuechun, just call me Xiaoye or Xiaochun."
"Ah, this is what I should do. I, my name is Yuan Yuzi, I am a policeman... That is my partner, his name is Fushimi Shika, and this is his sister, named Taira Sakurako..."
Minamoto Tamako was also a little nervous, so she relied on talking to relieve her stress, and she introduced everyone inadvertently. Ye Yuechun looked surprised and said with admiring eyes: "Hey! Then you are very powerful! You can become a detective at such a young age!"
Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi felt mixed emotions, feeling both happy and embarrassed. Fushimi Lu chuckled at the side, which made her feel even more unhappy.
Cut, cut, cut! Isn’t he just a criminal police officer? What's so great about it? Sooner or later she will be able to become one!
If you don't accept it, you won't accept it. This is the fact. Yuan Yuzi is still just a small patrol policeman, so there is nothing to quibble about.
She didn't have the shame to pretend to be a detective, and she was embarrassed to explain that she was a patrol officer. Ever since Fushimi-kun became a detective first, she had a little sense of comparison and vanity, so she took the initiative to change the topic and wanted to Keep this beautiful misunderstanding: "Where is Xiaoye planning to go?"
Well, the other party looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is older than Ye Yuechun, so it is reasonable to call her Xiaoye.
"I'm going back to the countryside to visit grandma. Her legs and feet are inconvenient. It will definitely be difficult in winter..." After Ye Yuechun finished speaking, he took out two oranges from his pocket and handed them to Yuan Yuzi and Fushimi Lu respectively: "Would you like to try them? Try the citrus grown at my home? It’s very sweet.”
"Thank you!"
Minamoto Tamako had no resistance to sweet things, so she took the oranges with both hands respectfully; Fushimi Shika waved her hands to express her refusal, and the latter did not force herself, and simply gave both oranges to Minamoto Tamako.
The two chatted about life in the countryside. Yuan Yuzi peeled off the orange and tasted a piece. It was sweet, full of moisture, and slightly sour. It tasted better than the oranges in the store!
"Fushimi-kun, why don't you try it?"
She broke it in half and gave it to Fushimi Shika. Seeing that she had no problem eating it, the latter took the orange and put it aside for the time being, planning to wait for ten minutes before eating it. When Yuan Yuzi saw this, she laughed at this arrogant girl in her heart. She obviously wanted to eat oranges, but she still wanted to save face and pretend to be cold... Huh, Miss Yuzi is still considerate!
She stuffed another orange slice into her mouth and narrowed her eyes in enjoyment. The whistle sounded outside the window, the train conductor rang the bell on the platform, the announcement sounded, and the atmosphere of the times that traveled through time and space enveloped.
The train rumbled, the carriage began to shake slightly, and the train slowly accelerated towards the suburbs.
In the blink of an eye, the high-rise buildings in the city turned into low-rise bungalows, and they passed three snow plows parked on the roadside.
It takes about two or three hours to ride all the way from Mejiro Station to Shizuoka Prefecture, and that's if the train doesn't get delayed. If heavy snow blocks the railway, you have to wait for workers to plow the snow before you can continue to leave.
They were lucky and the road was smooth. More than an hour later, the train entered the mountain tunnel smoothly. There were avalanche warning lines connected by circuits along the line.
As the tunnel lights passed by, Ye Yuechun said uneasily: "It feels so strange today."
Yuan Yuzi's hair immediately stood up. She held the orange in both hands and leaned forward, sneaking like a hamster: "Why do you say that?"
Ye Yuechun explained: "Because I often take this train back and forth, the passengers I travel with are usually middle-aged uncles and aunts, or grandparents. During the tourist season, there will be some tour groups and so on..."
Hearing this, Minamoto Tamako's detective soul burned brightly, and Agatha's classic works came to mind. She wondered whether a classic like "Murder on the Orient Express" would be staged on this train to Snow Country. Big drama?
"There is indeed something wrong," she turned around and asked, "Fushimi-kun, what do you think?"
"I'll sit and read." Fushimi Lu casually turned the pages of the newspaper.
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"Don't you think it's strange?" As she spoke, Yuan Yuzi turned around, knelt on the seat, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, poked and looked around, then turned back and continued: "I feel that the atmosphere in the carriage is very tense! ”
Ye Yuechun nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's not a silent carriage. Why is no one talking? It used to be very lively."
"I have a premonition that something big is about to happen," Yuan Yuzi sat back, chewing an orange, with a serious face: "I smell the smell of a case."
"What's the smell?" Ye Yuechun sniffed around: "I don't smell anything strange."
"Uh, ah, no, nothing."
Yuan Yuzi suddenly felt very embarrassed. It was obvious that the protagonist of a criminal investigation drama said such lines, but when she said them, she felt inexplicably middle-class.
She thought about it carefully and felt that it must be because there was no one to support her!
Normally when the protagonist says this kind of line, an idiot supporting character should appear and echo with a solemn expression: 'Yes, the rain is about to come, and the wind is mixed with an unsettling smell' - and then the scene follows In a twist, the protagonist's premonition comes true, a big crisis occurs, and the plot is pushed to a climax...
Yuan Yuzi was thinking wildly when she heard a clang and the carriage shook violently, almost throwing her off her seat. She hurriedly grabbed the armrest and sat down, and asked with a confused look: "What's wrong? Did you hit a deer?"
"The train is accelerating." Fushimi Shika finally put down the newspaper.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion of glass breaking from the car in front. Through the car window, Yuan Yuzi saw a man in a dark green suit flying towards him. He wailed and passed by the car window. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled around like a rag doll for more than ten times. He couldn't move any more.
(End of chapter)