Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 171

The train stopped at the signal station, and snow and wind blew up on the old platform of Mejiro Station.

Fushimi Shika did not take the Shinkansen, but chose to take the green train.

His apparent reason is that trains have wider routes and can reach some remote areas that the Shinkansen cannot reach. On the way, you can also enjoy the snow scenery along the way without changing trains. It is a bit slower, but it is more comfortable.
The secret reason was much simpler. The security check at the green railway station was quite crude, and the remote sections were operated by local railway companies and private railway companies. Just like the rural buses in his previous life, they could only protect against gentlemen but not villains, and were just a decoration.

Yuan Yuzi was not wearing a police uniform today. She had a thick plaid scarf wrapped around her neck, folded in a Y shape, and a black woolen horn button coat on her body, the hem of which covered her thighs. The pleated skirt she wore was very conservative, just above her knees. If it was any lower, her legs would look short.

The calves also need to be kept warm, so she wore pure white fleece tights, which showed off her legs, which were slender and long. The round-toed leather shoes on her feet made a clacking sound.

Yuan Yuzi dragged her suitcase with a nostalgic look 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 axles making rumbling sounds. Her grandfather would also put two steaming sweet potatoes in his arms and share them with her while riding.

Ping Yingzi followed behind her, covering her face with a hat, a mask, and children's glasses, leaving no gaps on her body. If you didn't know, you would think she was a child star out on the street. After all, going out in the broad daylight with a cardboard box on would definitely attract attention, so she folded the cardboard boxes and put them in her backpack.

Holding the ticket and carrying a half-person-high travel bag, Fushimi Shika walked along the platform looking for a carriage.

At the same time, someone opened the window in the front carriage. The girl leaned out of the window with all her strength, waved her hands and called out, "Stationmaster! Stationmaster!"

Fushimi Shika raised her head and could only see her profile, her long hair lifted by the wind blowing into the platform.

The conductor held the whistle in his mouth, put down his baton, turned around and said hello: "Ah, isn't this Miss Ye? Ichiro is very serious about his work!"

As he said this, the conductor pulled the young man next to him and said, "Say hello to your sister."

The young man was wearing a uniform and looked like a station staff. He looked immature. When the sister called him on the platform, he felt a little embarrassed and turned his face away and muttered, "It's so annoying. I'm not a child anymore!"

The girl didn't care. She continued to ask loudly: "Has there been an avalanche in the mountains recently?"

"Yes, the trains often break down, so we have to find ways to deliver food. It's very busy!" The conductor said, "It's almost the tourist season, right? All the tickets for this train are sold out!"

As they shouted, a group of passengers followed the whistle and rushed into the station. The platform became lively, and the conductor stopped chatting and led the staff to start checking tickets.

It was really strange today. One third of the passengers were wearing windbreakers, either black or white. Many of them wore gold watches. They all looked respectable. If they were going to take a ride, they would take the Shinkansen, right? Why did they come to grab seats with the country people?

That would be fine, but the other one-third of the passengers were also very strange. Some were wearing casual suits or mink coats, and there were a few young men in leather jackets following them. They all looked like hooligans and did not look like serious people. They were most likely Yakuza.

Is this a gang team building?

Weird, really weird.

Fortunately, the last third of the passengers were normal people, including migrant workers returning home, passengers holding maps, groups of college students, and middle-aged people with sad faces... It's just that the composition is too mixed, and it feels like there are all kinds of people. Mejiro Station is both the terminal and the starting station. After the passengers boarded the train, the platform became deserted again.

Fushimi Shika led them through the aisle and found their seats. Ordinary seats on slow trains are usually arranged in a '2+2' arrangement, and if you are lucky, there will be a folding table in the middle.

Among the four seats, the girl who had just shouted happened to occupy one seat.

Hira Sakurako is an autistic person, so naturally she has to sit next to Gen Tamako, and she has to sit away from the strange girl; Gen Tamako also has a bit of social anxiety, and there was another reason why she talked to Fushimi Shika at the beginning. In short, she didn't want to sit next to a stranger... The two of them whispered to each other and pushed each other around, and in the end, Fushimi Shika had to give in.

Fushimi Shika didn't feel wronged. The chance of encountering a beautiful girl while being a waiter was probably as small as winning the lottery. Enjoying the scenery and people during the journey was a great pleasure for him both physically and mentally. He got a great deal 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, nodding and greeting him.

"Thank you."

Fushimi Shika stuffed the travel bag into the rack. Just as his butt touched the cushion, he heard a scolding voice behind him: "Hey, hey, hey! Are you looking for trouble?! Why are you stepping on my foot?"

Yuan Yuzi was standing on tiptoe, trying to put the suitcase on the shelf. Hearing this, she turned around subconsciously and saw that the girl sitting opposite her was entangled by a scoundrel young man.

"I'm sorry... I didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry!" The girl hurriedly bowed and apologized.

"If saying sorry is useful, why do we need the police? These are crocodile leather shoes! Even if you work as a hostess in Ginza for a month, it won't be enough to pay for them!"

The words were full of hooliganism. The young man who spoke had a cockscomb hairstyle, with a patch of hair dyed yellow. He was not a good person at first glance. Seeing that he was getting more and more aggressive, he grabbed the girl's collar and asked her to pay compensation. Yuan Yuzi immediately stepped forward and loudly accused her, "You are blackmailing me!"

"Ah? Where did this little guy come from?" The Cockscomb showed his seahorse teeth, and his tone was particularly annoying.

Yuan Yuzi took out the police ID from her bosom, put it in front of him, and warned him according to the patrol regulations, loudly stopping the cockscomb-headed man's illegal behavior of extortion. The cockscomb-headed man lowered his head, glanced at the name on the police ID, was stunned for three seconds, and subconsciously said: "Ah, it's you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was covered by the uncle next to him. The uncle had a sad face, like the kind of poor uncle who had to bear the mortgage of a house for 50 years, waited for the house to be delivered to an unfinished building, was asked to work overtime without pay by a bad boss every day, found out his wife was cheating on him when he got home, and his daughter was fooling around with a yellow-haired man, and might jump off the building and commit suicide at any time.

"I'm so sorry, really sorry, my friend didn't mean it, he just has a bad temper..."

The uncle bowed 90 degrees to Yuan Yuzi, and only the back of her head could be seen, which showed his full sincerity.

The guy with the cockscomb haircut also bowed and apologized. Although his bow was not as standard and skillful as the uncle's, his attitude of admitting his mistake was quite good, even a little too good, which made the innocent girl next to him look confused and thought she had met some important person.

(End of this chapter)