Ke Yan People In the World of Ke Xue

Chapter 2282 Above the Rails, Below the Classes

Affected by multiple factors such as history, economy, and social structure, Japan still has a strong atmosphere of feudal remnants.

This atmosphere is like the old tea stains in an old teahouse that linger for a long time, subtly strengthening Japan's class consciousness.

In short, in this country, power, money, age and seniority are like the statue of King Ming placed in a Buddhist temple, firmly suppressing every corner of society.

Take Shimura Tomoyuki and Oda Toshimitsu for example.

Although both of them work as vehicle commanders, there is no hierarchy in their positions, so there should be no question of who bows to whom.

But the reality is cruel.

Since there is an age difference of more than ten years between the two parties, it is basically unavoidable for Shimura Tomoyuki to be exploited and oppressed at work if he does not have many connections and social background.

"Oh? It turns out that Captain Oda personally approached the stationmaster..."

Facing Ye Gengyi's "He Shan" smile, Oda Toshimitsu felt an inexplicable chill on his back, and his voice lowered involuntarily, "Well, this is indeed arranged by the webmaster. If you don't think it's possible, there is still some time. , we can discuss it with the webmaster again..."

It seems that Shimura Chiyuki was given a choice, but in fact, all the responsibilities that should belong to him were pushed to Shimura Chiyuki. The subtext is also obvious:

If you go to the webmaster again, it's your fault.

Typical workplace bullying.

Obviously, the cost of offending a junior colleague is much smaller than offending the 'nobles' in Car No. 8 due to poor care.

"Haha, it's okay."

Ye Gengyi always had a professional smile on his face and patted Toshimitsu Oda on the shoulder, "Since you are not feeling well, just take a good rest in Car No. 6 and leave it to me in Car No. 8."

"Really, really?!"

Hearing this, Oda Toshimitsu was overjoyed. After thanking him repeatedly, he walked towards Car No. 6, for fear that Ye Gengyi would regret it.

…

Five minutes later, the station's announcement sounded a prompt to board the train as soon as possible.

Room B in Car No. 7.

Murohashi Yoshito was sitting on the sofa, his face so gloomy that it seemed like he could drip water.

"Hmph! What nonsense Poirot! That guy clearly wants to deliberately embarrass me!"

Thinking of Mouri Kogoro's smug look just now, smoking in the no-smoking area, he felt itchy with hatred, and at the same time... he was also a little scared.

If Mao Lilan hadn't suddenly appeared and exposed the identity of the other detective, he almost couldn't help but fight with the bumbling guy.

"Dingling bell~"

Just when Murohashi Etsuto was gritting his teeth in hatred, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Murohashi Etsuto took out his cell phone and looked at it, and found that it was a strange number without any notes.

He frowned slightly and answered the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me, An Dongyu."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Murohashi, you are not in Car No. 8. This is really inconvenient..."

A remark that seemed like a joke, but was actually a source of anger, successfully angered Murohashi Yoshito, who was already angry.

Murohashi Etsuto snorted coldly: "What can I do? The person who robbed my carriage is the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. Everyone knows his relationship with the Suzuki Consortium. I can't afford to offend such a person." …. .

As soon as he finished speaking, An Dongyu on the other end of the phone asked directly: "So, you haven't forgotten the reason why we come to take this train every year, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Murohashi Yueren frowned, and he could somewhat detect the provocation in Anton's words.

However, the Suzuki Consortium has huge influence in Japan. How can a small businessman like him be offended?

Antonyu smiled and continued without answering: "Haha, Mr. Murohashi, you and I can be considered friends. We are all decent people and it must be uncomfortable to be disrespected in public."

“…”

“…”

There was a brief silence between the two sides.

In the end, Murohashi Yoshito couldn't keep his temper and asked tentatively: "Mr. Anton, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"It's very simple. Although Moori Kogoro is a famous detective, you and I are the regular passengers of this train."

Antonyu said with a smile, "Although we can't offend Moori Kogoro openly, we can use puzzles to create some trouble for him, which will not only make him embarrassed in public, but also let him know that not everyone will tolerate him. "

"oh?"

Murohashi Yueren's eyes lit up when he heard the words. He really couldn't swallow this breath. If Kogoro Mouri could suffer some pain, he would certainly be happy to see it.

"Mr. Anton, do you have any good ideas?" he asked impatiently.

"Well, I need your cooperation, Mr. Murohashi..." An Dongyu whispered his plan.

“…”

The more Murohashi Yueren listened, the brighter the smile on his face became.

It wasn't until Anton Yu talked about the rules of using the reasoning train to create puzzles, and using the people traveling with Mouri Kogoro to hide the famous detective, that he was so excited that he slapped his thigh.

"Hahaha, this is a good idea! This is a good idea! Let the daughter of the Suzuki Consortium also participate. When the time comes, even if Mouri Kogoro loses face, he will never dare to say anything."

An Dongyu on the other end of the phone also laughed a few times: "That's natural. I'll find you in Room B of Car No. 7 after the train departs."

The two made an appointment to meet to discuss the details of the mystery puzzle in detail.

After hanging up the phone, the smile on An Dongyu's face gradually faded, and he took a long breath while looking at the scenery outside the window.

…

Time passed by, and with a long whistle, the mystery train slowly drove out of the station.

The dull metal sound echoed on the railway tracks, and the scenery outside the window also receded in sync with the continuous acceleration of the train.

In the D room of Car No. 6, Conan's eyes were directed towards the scenery outside the window, but his mind stayed on the passengers he had just met in front of Car No. 8.

Although he only met those people once, he didn't know why, but he always felt that there was something unusual about those people, especially the tense atmosphere.

Is it because I found out that my uncle is the famous detective Mouri Kogoro?

Or is it because the sewer pipe exploded last night and you are simply wary of the burning cigarette?

Of course, these were just his thoughts when his thoughts were wandering, and there was no evidence to prove that there was something wrong with those people.

Shaking his head, Conan threw these messy thoughts out of his mind and prepared to refocus his attention on the business of this trip.

He looked around inside the car.

Doctors, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Yuan Taizheng looked at the scenery outside the window with interest, and from time to time they took out their mobile phones to take a few photos. Haibara Ai also sat quietly in her seat and read the magazines provided in the carriage, as if before It was as if the conversation between the two inside the Seramen had never happened.

(End of chapter)

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