Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 172 The Oriental Green Train Murder Case

Yuan Yuzi wanted to say a few more words, but the miserable uncle exuded a kind of "I'm so miserable" and "I'm going to die if you scold me again" temperament, which made her embarrassed to speak. She felt that if she criticized them, she would seem like a bad person who was unreasonable.

"Well, okay then...be careful next time and don't do this kind of thing again. It's very bad, okay?" said Gen Yuzi.

“I know, I know.” The man with the cockscomb nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

The poor uncle pulled him, said with a flattering smile that the police officer was right, and then dragged the man away.

Yuan Yuzi held the suitcase and looked around, feeling something was a little strange.

After she finally stuffed the suitcase into the rack and sat down next to Hira Sakurako, the strange feeling reached its peak.

"Fushimi-kun..."

She leaned forward and lowered her voice: "Why do I feel like everyone in the car is peeking at us?"

"You're being suspicious, aren't you? You're so cute, but you don't want others to see you?" Fushimi Shika didn't even raise his head as he unfolded a newspaper that he had bought at a newsstand before getting on the bus. "Learn from me. As a handsome guy, you should be prepared to be watched by others."

"Ah! Haha, I'm not that cute, I'm just average. Even if you praise me, I won't be happy!" Yuan Yuzi blushed a little and laughed from ear to ear. Before she finished laughing, she met the girl's eyes.

Gen Tamako immediately stopped smiling. It was okay to say this in private, but if others heard it, it would seem too narcissistic. She even felt embarrassed for Fushimi-kun.

"Thank you for what you did just now," the girl sat back in her seat and said a little nervously, "My name is Ye Yuechun, you can just call me Xiao Ye or Xiao Chun."

"Ah, this is what I should do. My name is Gen Tamako, and I'm a police officer... That's my partner, his name is Fushimi Shika, and this is his sister, her name is Hira Sakurako..."

Yuan Yuzi was also a little nervous, so she talked to relieve the pressure, and before she knew it, she had introduced everyone. Ye Yuechun looked surprised and said with admiration: "Hey! You are amazing! You can become a criminal police officer at such a young age!"

Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi felt mixed emotions, happy and embarrassed. Fushimi Shika chuckled beside her, which made her even more upset.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! She's just a criminal police officer! What's so great about that? She'll be one sooner or later!
No matter how dissatisfied you are, this is the fact. Yuan Yuzi is just a small patrolman at the moment, and there is no reason to argue.

She didn't have the nerve to pretend to be a detective, and she was too embarrassed to explain that she was a patrol officer. Ever since Fushimi-kun became a detective, she had developed a little bit of a competitive spirit and vanity, so she took the initiative to change the subject, wanting to preserve this beautiful misunderstanding: "Where are you planning to go, Xiaoye?"

Well, the other person looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is older than Ye Yuechun, so it is reasonable to call her Xiao Ye.

"I'm going back to the countryside to visit my grandma. She has difficulty walking and will have a hard time in winter..." Ye Yuechun said, and then she took out two oranges from her pocket and handed them to Yuan Yuzi and Fushimi Shika respectively: "Would you like to try the oranges grown in my family? They are very sweet."

"Thank you!"

Gen Tamaki had no resistance to sweet things and respectfully took the orange with both hands; Fushimi Shika waved his hand to refuse, and the latter did not force him and simply gave both oranges to Gen Tamaki.

The two of them started chatting about life in the countryside. Yuan Yuzi peeled the orange and tasted a slice. It was sweet, juicy, and a little sour, much better than the oranges in specialty stores!

"Fushimi-kun, would you like to try it?"

She broke it in half and gave it to Fushimi Shika. Seeing that she was fine after eating it, Shika took the orange and put it aside for the time being, planning to eat it in ten minutes. Seeing this, Yuan Yuzi laughed at this tsundere in her heart. She wanted to eat the orange, but she was still trying to save face and act cool... Humph, Miss Yuzi was still considerate!
She stuffed another orange slice into her mouth and squinted her eyes in enjoyment. A train whistle sounded from outside the window, the conductor rang the bell on the platform, and the announcement sounded, and the atmosphere of the era that traveled through time and space was shrouded.

The train rumbled, the carriage began to shake slightly, and the train slowly accelerated towards the suburbs.

In a blink of an eye, the city's high-rise buildings turned into low, scattered bungalows, with three snowplows parked on the roadside passing by.

It takes about two to three hours to get from Mejiro Station to Shizuoka Prefecture, and that's if the train is not delayed. If heavy snow blocks the railway, you have to wait for workers to shovel the snow before you can continue to run.

They were lucky as the road was clear, and after more than an hour, the train successfully entered the mountain tunnel. Along the way there were avalanche warning lines connected by circuits.

As the lights of the tunnel passed by, Hazuki Tsubaki said uneasily, "It feels so strange today."

Yuan Yuzi's hair immediately stood up. She held the orange in both hands, leaned forward, and acted sneaky like a hamster: "Why do you say that?"

Ye Yuechun explained: "Because I often take this train to and from work, the passengers I travel with are usually middle-aged uncles and aunts, or grandpas and grandmas. There will be some tour groups during the tourist season..."

Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi's detective soul burned fiercely, and Agatha's classic works emerged in her mind. She wondered if a classic drama similar to "Murder on the Orient Express" would be staged on this train to the Snow Country?
"Something is indeed a little off," she turned her head and asked, "Fushimi-kun, what do you think?"

"I'll sit down and read." Fushimi Shika turned the page of the newspaper casually.

"Don't you find it strange?" Yuan Yuzi turned around, knelt on the seat, held the back of the seat with both hands, and looked around secretly. She turned back and continued, "I feel that the atmosphere in the car is very tense!"

Ye Yuechun nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's not a silent car, why is no one talking? It used to be very lively."

"I have a feeling that something big is going to happen," Yuan Yuzi sat back down, chewing an orange, her face serious, "I smell the scent of a case."

"What's that smell?" Ye Yuechun sniffed around and said, "I don't smell anything strange."

"Uh, ah, n-nothing."

Gen Yuzi suddenly felt very embarrassed. It was obviously very cool for the protagonist of a crime drama to say such lines, but when she said it, it inexplicably sounded a bit childish.

She thought about it carefully and felt that it must be because there was no one to contrast with her!

Normally, when the protagonist says this kind of line, a stupid supporting character will appear and solemnly agree: "Yes, the storm is coming, and there is a disturbing smell in the wind." Then the scene changes, the protagonist's premonition comes true, a major crisis occurs, and the plot is pushed to a climax...

Yuan Yuzi was just thinking about something when she heard a loud bang. The carriage shook violently, almost throwing her off her seat. She hurriedly grabbed the handrail and sat down, looking confused and asking, "What happened? Did you hit a deer?"

"The train is speeding up." Fushimi Shika finally put down the newspaper.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang of glass breaking in the front car. Yuan Yuzi looked through the car window and saw a man in a dark green suit flying over. He wailed as he passed by the car window and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled over like a rag doll for more than a dozen times before he stopped moving.

(End of this chapter)