American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Hyatt Regency Tokyo.

"welcome!"

As soon as he entered the door, he bowed in a classic Japanese style. Chakry ignored him and walked directly to the front desk, showed his registration certificate, got the key, and walked to the elevator under the increasingly respectful gaze of the hotel staff.

Waiting at the elevator door were a group of old men.

This is very characteristic of an island country.

Under the serious consolidation of classes, young people have no chance to get ahead and can only become abandoned houses, while old men who have status and status but cannot do practical things occupy high positions in all walks of life.

The most common thing they do is to get together. In this luxurious place, they enjoy good food, wine and beautiful people, and decide on the allocation of resources while talking and laughing.

Hyatt Regency Tokyo is a famous luxury hotel in Tokyo and even around the world, so naturally it has the most people like this.

The elevator has arrived.

A group of old men walked in and paid attention to Chuck who was standing motionless outside the elevator. Someone even invited Chuck in a very gentlemanly manner in English, indicating that he could take another ride in the elevator.

But Chuck didn't walk in. Instead, he swiped his card to open the VIP exclusive elevator next to him.

When he walked in, a blond girl hurried over. When she saw the two elevators closing at the same time, she glanced at them and immediately ran towards Chuck's elevator.

The face is pure!

Cruel and domineering!

Ripe peach dolphin!

Deadly scissor kick!

Any one of these hormonal messages can attract people's attention, and when combined together, even Chuck couldn't help but look over and take a closer look.

Not that she could make him lose his composure.

After all, when it comes down to it, the person who really makes people respect her at first sight is Lisa, the big Texas girl. Even Lisa, the big Texas girl, can't make Chuck lose his temper.

Although the blonde girl in front of her has some talent, she is just different from the big Texas girl Lisa.

What really caught Chuck's attention was her face, which could easily be misunderstood.

Especially after Chuck killed the Qatari drug cartel, the largest drug trafficking group in Mexico, in a flip of his hands, killing the chicken to scare the monkey, the monkey had a stumbling block and other plans to target him.

The face of the blonde girl in front of him was so classic that it was almost synonymous with female agents. People couldn't help but wonder if she was someone sent here under a plan like Stumbling Block.

The innocent version of the 'widow sister' didn't know what Chuck was thinking. After rushing into the elevator, she was slightly out of breath. The undulating curves were too obvious. She seemed to be even worse than the real widow sister. Seeing Chuck looking at her, she He smiled sheepishly.

Because she realized at this time that she had been staying in this hotel for more than a month and she had never walked through this elevator before, and this elevator seemed different from the one she had taken before.

"Sir, what's the problem?" When the elevator closed and moved up quickly, the pure version of the widow couldn't bear the feeling of a light on her back, and turned around to look at Chuck with a smile.

In the more than a month since she came to Tokyo, she thought she was used to this feeling of a light on her back.

After all, this is Tokyo. Even if she doesn't take the subway or bus, she just takes the elevator and is surrounded by a group of old men. Even if they look more polite and gentle than the last, her female intuition still keeps warning her like a ray on her back.

Therefore, she was used to silently walking to a corner at such times, trying to avoid blind spots as much as possible.

This time, because there were only two people in the elevator, and it was no longer a group of Japanese old men, but a handsome American fellow, she was not so self-protective. She did not expect that there was such a person standing behind her, stimulating her intuition from a distance. Much stronger than before.

Chuck shook his head and looked away.

From the current point of view, this young and pure version of the widowed sister is not the real widowed sister, and she should not be a female agent who is specifically targeting him.

But he wasn't sure.

Because even a serial perverted murderer with an antisocial personality cannot observe micro-expressions to read the mind, let alone a gifted widowed sister.

If this blonde girl is really a killer ace agent like the widowed sister, she has enough talent and skills to disguise herself.

At this time, the elevator has arrived.

Chuck stepped past her and walked out.

The pure version of the widow sister looked at Chuck's back and felt a little strange. Before she could carefully ponder this feeling, the elevator was about to close. She glanced at it and realized something was wrong. There was no button for her floor in the elevator, and she had already Arrived at the top floor.

In panic, she quickly reached out to stop the closed elevator door and rushed out of the VIP elevator.

"gentlemen!"

After getting out of the elevator, she could no longer find another elevator. She looked back for the VIP elevator at the beginning. She wanted to go down to the first floor and take the elevator again, but found that no matter how hard she pressed the elevator, there was no response.

After struggling for a while, she could only walk to the stairs and go down from floor to floor.

Although going downstairs is much easier than going upstairs, it also depends on the number of floors.

There are too many floors, so going up or down is tiring.

Even though she used to be youthful and passionate about sports, after coming to Tokyo and being forced to stay in a hotel for more than a month with nothing to do, her physical condition deteriorated a lot without her realizing it.

After walking for a while, she felt tired. She couldn't help but think of the strange man she met in the elevator just now, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

She was just a newly graduated college student who came to Tokyo on a business trip with her husband, a photographer. She thought she could have fun with her husband in the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, but her husband was obsessed with work and almost completely ignored her.

Coupled with the fact that she is in a foreign country, has no friends, language barriers, and cultural differences, she can only stay in the hotel room almost all the time, watching TV, listening to music, wearing cool clothes and sitting in front of the bay window, looking at the scenery of Tokyo , also let herself become the scenery, and the scenery represents loneliness, which makes her very lonely and empty.

In this state, facing a new and strange man who suddenly appears, any interaction can stir up a pond in the heart.

Not to mention that she was indeed physically exhausted.

However, the exhaustion from long-lost exercise, coupled with the breeze that ruffled the lake water, made her spirit more uplifting than ever before.

Chuck didn't pay attention to the throbbing of the young and pure version of the widowed sister. After stepping out of the elevator, he raised his decorative glasses and marked her so that Anna could bring her into the scope of his attention.

Whether the female agent is a stumbling block to such a plan, under Anna's God's eyes, naturally there is nothing to hide as time goes by.

After he settled in the hotel suite, he left the hotel and drove to the beach.

seaside.

The night is hazy and the sea breeze is gentle.

A long-haired girl wearing a Japanese school uniform stood on a large rock on the beach, looking at the endless sea, silently lost in thought.

At some point, she, with long hair and shawl hair, took out an urn from her bag. Tears dripped down and wet her makeup. Her slight sobs were not very obvious in the sea breeze at night, but were faint.

The bright lights of Tokyo, the city that never sleeps, reflected the light and shadow behind them, giving the voice and figure a layer of unreality.

This situation is easily reminiscent of Japanese urban legends, the scary version.

The long-haired girl in school uniform pretended to be an urban legend for a while, touched the tears on her face, stretched out her hand to uncover the urn, and tilted the urn slightly, as if she was about to pour it into the sea.

"Stop!" At this moment, a cold male voice suddenly sounded into her ears, frightening her. She quickly held the urn in her hand steady, and when she looked sideways, she saw The originally deserted beach suddenly saw a tall foreign man.

"Who are you?" The long-haired girl was a little scared and hugged the urn in her arms tightly, as if this could give her a sense of security.

There is no way!

Where is this place?

It's Japan!

It's Tokyo!

It's the beach!

There is a base for American soldiers nearby.

Don't say that she is not an urban horror legend like Sadako. Even if she is, she will only be miserable when she encounters the courageous and lawless American soldiers.

Can she not be afraid?

She didn't want to be voluntarily regarded as Ai Li, and she didn't want to have no way to ask for help afterwards, but instead became a troublesome person in everyone's eyes.

The only good thing now is that there is only one opponent, not a company...

At this moment, the mother she complained and hated in the past seemed to be her only support.

"I have a classmate who is also a good friend of mine, Sean. His father is a US military stationed in Japan..." Seeing the man stop talking after shouting at her, she hugged the urn tightly, and thoughts flashed through her mind. Countless horrific scenes, and one after another, she told her the best possible way to resolve her current crisis.

"I'm not an American soldier!" The man seemed to see her worry and said expressionlessly.

"No?" The long-haired girl looked at the man cautiously for a while. Although the night was dark, the man's tough appearance and heroic figure still caught her eye. His temperament was indeed different from that of the American soldiers who were domineering and evil.

"Then why did you stop me?"

"What are you doing?" The man said expressionlessly: "This is the sea, the sea all over the world, not the smelly ditch where you Japanese people discharge pollution at will."

"You misunderstood!" The long-haired girl suddenly realized that the man might have misunderstood her. She stretched the urn in her arms forward to let the man see it as much as possible: "I am not throwing garbage to pollute the sea, I am just..."

After saying this, after the fear dissipated, her sadness surged into her heart. She looked at the urn held in front of her eyes, and she was speechless with tears in her eyes.

"Just what?" the man said calmly: "No amount of explanations can cover up the fact that you polluted the sea."

"This is my mother." The long-haired girl couldn't bear it anymore and cried: "Although we were very difficult to deal with, when she died, I suddenly found that she was the only relative I had.

I also want to give her a complete funeral and a cemetery in a geomantic place for her to rest in peace.

But this is Tokyo!

It is difficult for a living person to have a foothold, let alone a dead person.

I don’t have money to hold a funeral for her, nor do I have money to buy her a Feng Shui burial plot.

I thought about what she told me when she left Tokyo because she couldn't stand the dead silence of marriage and the suffocation of Tokyo. Those years when she went abroad were the truly happy days.

I originally thought about taking her ashes by plane to the United States and scattering her ashes on the land she loved so much.

But I still have no money.

Air tickets are too expensive.

I thought again that the sea is connected, and I would scatter her ashes on the beach in Tokyo. The sea water would push her, and one day she would reach the United States. "

"1,200 days!" the man spoke again.

"What?" The long-haired girl paused sadly, her tearful eyes filled with confusion.

"The pollution starts here and will cover the Pacific Ocean in 1,200 days, which is what you call the coast of the United States." The man explained.

"..." The long-haired girl was silent. The man always polluted her mouth one after another, which made her very uncomfortable.

Quietness returned to the big rocks on the seaside. Only the gentle sound of the waves could be heard. The sea breeze blew the girl's long hair, and the wet and cold water vapor mixed with it helped her regain her composure.

"What a strange person." The long-haired girl secretly looked at the man who stopped talking but did not leave after she fell silent, muttering in her heart.

But since he is not an American soldier, she is no longer afraid.

Although there are many evil beings in Tokyo who threaten beautiful girls like her, they can't compare with American soldiers.

And with the man's appearance, figure and temperament, since he was not an American soldier, she could not afford to fear or avoid him.

A man and a woman stood on the beach, quietly looking at the endless horizon illuminated by the neon lights of Tokyo behind them.

After a while, the long-haired girl felt the weight of the urn in her arms, and felt sad again. She was about to re-enter the sad mood before, but for some reason, she couldn't help but look at the things around her that seemed to blend into the night. As a man, most of this sadness has dissipated.

"Do you want to hear my story?" The long-haired girl looked at the man.

"I'm listening." The man's voice had no emotion or ups and downs, but it made the long-haired girl feel warm in her heart. She flipped up her long black hair and let it float with the sea breeze. She couldn't help but recall the first half of her life. Confide the words that have accumulated in my heart to a stranger in this strange night.

She has no family left.

But it’s not that I don’t have friends.

She has a pure and beautiful appearance, she also likes to play with cars, and she is a good support player. She has friends in and out of school.

It's just that these friends focus on racing and hormones, and no one cares about what she is thinking.

Moreover, there is a foreign girl Nina in the circle. Although she does not think that she is prettier than herself, her status as a foreign girl makes Nina popular in their circle.

Not only does the Drift King in the center of the spotlight regard Nina as his girlfriend, Sean, a newcomer who has just transferred from the United States, also falls in love with Nina at a glance, and even competes with the Drift King who has a mafia background for Nina.

For example, she works hard to practice drifting skills every day, and she is just a spectator on the sidelines and the transparent person responsible for repairing and optimizing the car after it is crashed.

Even though her mother died yesterday, these friends still went to Qiu Mingshan to watch Sean practice driving. Of course, she didn't say it had anything to do with it. We were all from Tokyo and didn't want to trouble others.

But at this moment, she had an urge to talk to the man who suddenly appeared here.

To be able to appear in such a remote place to see the sea at night, and yet care so much about whether the sea will be polluted, he must be a very idle and bored person.

For such a person, even if she is rude and troubles him once, it shouldn't matter.