Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In the dining car A, two middle-aged men leaned against the bar and chatted. The middle-aged uncle with too high hairline was drinking porridge. He seemed not to have a cold with the fashionable man in suit nearby.

The man in the suit is called Junichi Nakagawa. He is a surgeon, about 40 years old, in a gray suit. He was supposed to be a successful person with good manners. However, he drank coffee without a sip, and his face was full of sadness: Think about it again? I think the conditions are pretty good..."

"You are really annoying, doctor," the uncle said indifferently.

"That kind of picture...what my wife saw..."

"It's you who do it yourself."

"Director," Zhongchuan paused and said with a headache, "How much do you plan to sell those photos to my wife? I will pay you double."

"You have no money at all," said the uncle, chewing an egg, "people like you all start their businesses with their wives, and I see a lot of them."

"Then what should I do?"

"Go and sell yourself...otherwise you will have to divorce your wife."

"How can this work?" Nakagawa glanced at the uncle who was eating, and put a cigarette in melancholy. "If my wife gets the photo, it will not only be divorced, but there will also be no way to stay and work in the hospital..."

"Isn't that way to be with that young girl?" The uncle wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"It is indeed possible, but her father does not have his own hospital," Nakagawa smiled bitterly and pleaded, "Please..."

"No, this industry, if it is known to customers, it will be over," the uncle left his seat and said, "Stop looking for me. There are many things that will annoy you. Come on."

Nakagawa frowned, silently watching Uncle A walk out of the A dining car.

For dining car B, Gao Cheng stood by the counter hesitantly.

Although the dining car attendants are very beautiful, things are really expensive, a few oranges cost 600 yen, and the bento is much more expensive than the one at the station.

"Well, can't it be cheaper?"

"Sorry."

The beautiful waitress was wearing a pink dress, a white apron, and a white round hat on her head. She looked at Gao Cheng who had been slugging for more than ten minutes with a big smile.

"Sir, the bentos here are all priced."

"Can't it be cheap?"

"Really not." Several food truck attendants felt like they were going crazy.

"It's really a headache," Gao Cheng picked up a bento. "This type of bento doesn't look so delicious. Isn't there any other type of bento?"

Zhongchuan walked into the B dining car, looked at Gao Cheng, who was exhausting the two waiters, and squeezed forward and picked a bag of oranges.

"Welcome," the beautiful waiter breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted, "the total is 600 yuan."

Nakagawa took out his bank card from his wallet: "I swiped the card."

"Ok."

"That," Gao Cheng looked at Zhongchuan and continued, "Give me the most expensive bento..."

"Sir," the waiter said helplessly, "all the bento prices here are the same."

"Really?" Gao Cheng bit his finger, "then a lunch box and a bag of oranges...I will also swipe the card."

Zhongchuan looked at Gao Cheng inexplicably, settled the bill and put away his wallet, and hurriedly left the dining car around Gao Cheng.

...

In the special car No. 8, most of the passengers started to sleep. Nakagawa walked through the aisle nervously, pretending to be in the front row and sat down. Next to the window was the middle-aged uncle who leaned on the back of the chair and slept soundly.

He looked around, put down the orange, raised his elbow and hit the uncle hard. After making sure that the uncle would not wake up, he hurriedly searched in the uncle's coat pocket.

"Excuse me, what time can I get to the station?" A female passenger behind Car No. 8 stopped the passing flight attendant.

"It arrived at 21:34, three minutes later than the scheduled time..." the flight attendant responded.

Hearing the voice of the flight attendant, Nakagawa had a stature, looked back, and quickly took an orange and peeled it off, pretending to be a normal passenger, lowering the pedals, and leaning back to relax the chair.

"Huh!" A scarfaced man in the back seat was awakened, kicked the back of the chair dissatisfiedly, and stared at Zhongchuan fiercely.

Nakagawa swallowed, then carefully put the back of the chair back to its original position, and continued to pretend to eat oranges, and waited for the flight attendant to pass by before putting down the oranges and looking for the uncle's pocket again.

The Scarlet man in the back seat and most of the passengers were sleeping. No one paid attention to the movement in the corner. However, Nakagawa was anxiously looking for things while paying attention to the surroundings. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged uncle even sewed the negatives to his jacket. The inside of the clothes cannot be taken out at all.

The carriage was extremely quiet. Nakagawa nervously took off his uncle's coat, squatted down in a hurry, took out the syringe and medicine bottle he had prepared in advance, and found the uncle's right ankle to inject the medicine.

After finishing everything, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things and prepared to leave, only to find that the aunt who stood up with luggage behind him was looking at him motionlessly.

...

In the special car No. 7, Gao Cheng was eating his bento with a painful expression on his face.

The lunch box with Xiao Ai is almost the difference between heaven and hell, and the price is almost double the normal price. Even if you have money, you should not waste it like this...

These people are really, why do you arrange so many beautiful girls in the dining car? The result seems to lose face if you don't buy it.

Nakagawa grabbed his coat unconsciously and sat down across the corridor from Gao Cheng. His hands were still trembling. He wanted to find scissors to cut his coat pockets, but he had to withdraw his hands when he noticed Gao Cheng.

"Hello," Gao Chengchao nodded and smiled at Zhongchuan, "We've seen it at the dining car before, but I didn't expect you to be sitting here..."

"I went to the dining car A to sit for a while," Nakagawa squeezed out a smile, glanced over Gao Cheng's bento and oranges, opened his mouth, and hesitated, "This seat seemed to be empty before..."

"Oh ~ www.readwn.com~ Gao Cheng took a bite of rice, "There are relatively few people here, don't you mind? Don't get me wrong, I also bought a special ticket. "

"Don't mind." Nakagawa's face was inexplicably ugly, and he wanted to go to the bathroom with his coat jacket.

"That," Gao Cheng stood up suddenly, and pointed to the lunch box that Nakagawa put in the back of his chair. "This kind of bento car doesn't seem to be sold, it's quite famous."

Nakagawa tensed his body and hid his coat aside: "I bought it at the station newsstand, and I have finished eating..."

"Should be cheaper than in the car?"

"Uh……"

"I'll just say it," Gao Cheng sat down annoyedly behind Zhongchuan, "I knew I would buy a copy at the station."

Nakagawa was anxious, and could only agree with a dry smile: "Yes."

At this time, the car door opened, and a flight attendant came from Car No. 8 and kept asking both sides: "I'm sorry, among the passengers, is anyone a doctor?"

As the flight attendant passed through the aisle, Nakagawa's face changed slightly, he picked up a magazine in his hand and turned it silently.

"That," Gao Cheng saw that no one responded, and hurriedly stopped the anxious flight attendant, "has something happened?"

The flight attendant was pleasantly surprised: "Are you a doctor?"

"It depends on my age," Gao Cheng glanced at Nakagawa, "but I can see if it doesn't work."

"You can only find a doctor." The flight attendant shook his head disappointedly, and went on to the next car. "Is there anyone who is a doctor?"

Gao Cheng sat back helplessly, but his expression became weird in the next moment.

After so long, the system finally moved again.

In terms of incidents, the system has never made any mistakes. It seems to have a lot to do with the strangeness of the flight attendants just now...

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