Chapter 249 Section Chief Fujiwara
The highest mountain in Chiyoda is Arashiyama. The tram stop only reaches the mountainside, and they can only walk the remaining roads.
In Fushimi Haru's view, this place is more like a mound than a mountain. The slope is very smooth, but the forest area is very large. In a few years, Japan's economy will recover and it will be hard to develop real estate. By then, these forests will be cut down in pieces.
It was early spring and the weather was good. Fushimi Deer was walking on the side of the road and felt like she was going outing.
The front line of cherry blossoms has passed, and the spring festival has not been able to catch up. They even missed the New Year's visit. They were busy all year round, and they seemed to have not gone out to relax.
Thinking of this, Fushimi Deer put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath of the fresh air of the forest, and planned to embrace nature...
Beep beep beep! !
Suddenly, a rapid whistle sound came from behind. Fumimi Deer took a step back, and a Nissan Cedric (Duke King) rushed past, and the choking smell came to his face. There was a faint cry from the car window, getting farther and farther away.
"Idiot! Go to death! Something without eyes!"
Yuan Yuzi was shocked. Even if she was not a traffic policeman, she could see that the car was obviously speeding. Moreover, Fushimi Kaoru was walking on the right lane, and Japanese vehicles were driving on the left, so this guy was obviously going against the road!
But Fumimi-kun is also wrong because he is also walking against the road...
Yuan Yuzi quickly waved to Fumimi Deer and asked him to come over quickly across the road. The latter's good mood was completely ruined. He walked closer with a calm face and asked, "Is there anyone else who visits Kiko today?"
The moment when Yazaki Momo heard the sound of the whistle, he turned his head and pretended to look at the scenery, so as not to be embarrassed by the visitor's embarrassment of walking up the mountain. She is good at identifying people by looking at cars, and she also recognizes the license plate number, and explained casually: "It is probably the head of Fujiwara who is here."
"Who?" Yuan Yuzi asked.
"It's the head of the Criminal Section of the Police Station. He is responsible for investigating this case... I guess he is coming to investigate again, right?"
Yazaki Momo paused, bent down and whispered in a gossipy tone, "And he is the youngest chief of the Metropolitan Police Department! I heard that this year, I am 24 years old, and he looks handsome, and there are a lot of girls chasing him!"
"Eh? So young?"
Genyuko turned around, looked at Fumimi Lu, and said, "We have to learn more from others. We are all 24 years old, but they can become the head of the section chief. There must be something extraordinary. Maybe we have learned the secret of his success and can become a famous police department as soon as possible!"
"What to learn? Learn from him to drive and speed? Learn from him to drive in the opposite direction?" Fumimi Lu said angrily: "You don't open your eyes to see what kind of car they are driving. Did you become the head of the section chief by relying on your ability? Maybe his elementary school composition is written in 'My police chief'..."
Genyuko felt that Fumimi was sour, but the owner did make it wrong first, which made it difficult for her to evaluate for a while. However, at least she felt that the promotion channels of the Japanese Police Department were still fair, and she couldn't help but stubbornly said: "What's wrong with the police officer? The police officer can let his son be the chief of the section? How is it possible!"
Fushimi Lu was about to refute, and was about to speak, when he suddenly realized that this guy's mother was a police jail, but she was still an intern detective. He suddenly felt that the gap between people was really big.
"Secretary Director Fujiwara's father is the director." Yazaki Mori revealed with a smile.
"Director? Which director? Is the company's artistic director?" Yuan Yuzi didn't react for a moment.
"How many directors in the Metropolitan Police Department have? The director of the Metropolitan Police Department!"
After saying that, Fumimi Lu was in a worse mood. Some people were born in Rome and drove luxury cars when traveling, but he had to worry about money, climbed the highway between the mountains and even pretended to be a media detective like a clown.
Tsk.
Anyway, it's just very unhappy. When Genyuko learned that the other party’s father was Mom Jiang’s boss, she was shocked. The first thought that came to her was “a tiger father has no dog son”. Elite education is indeed well-deserved.
Immediately afterwards, she thought that Mom Jiang was also an elite. As the only daughter of Kyujowei, she could not lose her mother's face!
Thinking of this, Yuan Yuzi's hair suddenly became slid, and she threw away all the messy supernatural legends in her mind. She pushed the sliding sunglasses very coldly, swung the hem of the windbreaker, and said, "Yes, this kind of person is worthy of being my opponent!"
Fushimi Kaoru was too lazy to talk about her, so she turned to ask Yazaki Momo: "Didn't you say it's not convenient for the police station to come forward?"
"Teacher Fujiwara has always acted like this, and he has always compared..." Yazaki Tao racked her brains and came up with an accurate adjective that was not a derogatory meaning: "More free."
"Oh! Are you here to smash the situation?" Fumimira said.
Yazaki Momo smiled politely, and did not take this sentence, but pointed it indirectly: "If even the head of the head of Fujiwara can remove the tail and sew it on it, it means that Japan's No. 1 psychic master is just like that."
"It seems that you have a high opinion of the psychic master at the tail." Fumimigu said as he walked.
"Of course, I am a professional journalist. Before writing the report, I will definitely do a detailed investigation... The psychic mediator at the right end has secretly hosted several psychic rituals, which has caused a sensation in the upper elite circle, which has made her worth rise."
Yazaki Momo said casually: "Otherwise, how do you think she borrowed two trillion yen?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Upon hearing this, Fumimi Lu looked stern and said in a serious tone: "The yellow and white things are actually dirt. The psychic master and I are both outsiders. We should abandon material desires and be thrifty... Cough cough, I have already felt the breath of evil."
Yuan Yuzi felt that this was too charlatan and it sounded embarrassing. Even if Fumimi-kun has super powers, he wouldn't have spoken that before!
"It's coming soon, you're more normal," she reminded her seriously: "Why do you treat money like dirt? Didn't you care about partner fees at the time? Could it be that you were a ghost at that time?"
"I've said it, it's vague in the city. It's not money to live in the city? This money is not the same money, and you can't understand it even if you tell me." Fu Jianlu showed contempt and looked stinky.
Gentako wanted to refute, but Yazaki Momo suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the dense forest in the mountains.
"Here."
Fushimi Lu looked up and realized that the road under his feet was built for this villa - at the end of the road was the side courtyard of the villa, and in the huge parking lot, there was only one Duke King parked.
Gentako came the day before yesterday, and it was a familiar road. She walked around the parking lot and surrounded the vestibule. The three of them stood in front of the gate. Yazaki Tao knocked on the door, and a maid came to answer the door after a while.
The one who opened the door was Ono Xuan. She looked surprised and welcomed the three of them into the door, led the way through the garden, and exchanged a few gentle greetings.
The architectural style of Wulin Temple is a typical Japanese courtyard with a porch in front of the door, wind chimes hanging on the eaves, and rockery and ponds not far away. The artistic conception is profound and pleasing to the eye.
Ono Xuan used a wooden rack to clip out the wooden clogs prepared in advance and invited the guests to change their shoes. The three of them stood on the porch, bent down their slippers, and heard familiar shouts and scoldings coming from behind the sliding door:
"How long will it take to wait? Even the princess can't be so mean to treat customers, right?"
(This chapter ends)