Chapter 3 third chapter

After driving, Char came to Totsukawa. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked in English.Perhaps because Totsukawa and his party came from a distant eastern island country, Char always missed them.Then, he introduced Totsukawa and the others to the detectives in the police stations of cities in other countries. The train has set up a counter selling various commodities in the No. 3 car, including champagne, beer, coffee and so on.This measure is probably to make everyone's time before arriving in Grenoble more enjoyable. Everyone goes their own way.Some drank champagne one glass after another, as if they were trying to adjust their emotions as soon as possible, while others chatted happily while sipping coffee.

Totsukawa and Kamei chatted affectionately with a colleague from Scotland Yard in London. The detective in London was named Dennis Weber.He is about the same age as Totsukawa, and is said to have traveled to Japan twice. "Of course I went there for private reasons. My wife and I went together." Dennis introduced it simply and clearly. "Where's the other gentleman in London?" Kamei interrupted.Dennis immediately turned his face towards the service desk. "It's over there. It's my boss. Let me call him over." As he spoke, he walked towards the service desk.

Hearing that he is Dennis's boss immediately reminds me of an image of a grown man.Unexpectedly, what Dennis brought was a tall woman about forty-five or sixteen years old. This police officer, named Elizabeth, left a deep impression on people with her big blue eyes. Elizabeth looked at Totsukawa and Kamenan with a condescending gaze, and asked in an irrefutable tone: "I heard that the Japanese police are still handling cases based on intuition and torture, right?" Totsukawa was inexplicably surprised. "How can there be such a thing, especially torture, which is strictly prohibited by the law."

"However, a case was shown on TV a few days ago in which a death sentence was sentenced and it took 20 years to find out that it was wronged. That person made a false confession under torture. This is not enough to show that you are still Is there an interrogation?" Elizabeth stared at Totsukawa intently. (Oh, that's about it.) Totsukawa thought, it seems that he really couldn't make it clear for a while. "We handle cases based on the principles of scientificity and objectivity. We can be proud of this. If you go to Tokyo and inspect it, you will understand everything." He could only prevaricate in this way.

Elizabeth shrugged slightly. "It's hard to believe." "I will definitely invite you when I return to Japan, Officer Elizabeth." Without even saying a word of thanks, Elizabeth walked towards the service desk. Dennis looked embarrassed. "She is very capable, and she is from a famous family, but she has a problem. She likes to show her independent thinking side too much." "After a famous family? Does her family have a title?" Totsukawa asked tentatively. "She is the Duke's daughter." "Understood. She thinks that the Japanese police are still following the methods of handling cases in the feudal era. What should I do?"

"I can explain something to her." When Dennis said this, there was a sudden burst of noise from the service desk. It turned out that two men were arm wrestling across the counter. One side of the contest was wearing a T-shirt, presumably an NYPD detective, and the other was wearing a light-colored suit, with his top stripped and set aside.Shirt sleeves rolled up high.The two sides are at a stalemate.The muscles in the shoulders tensed up. "That's Mikhailov, the Soviet policeman." Dennis introduced. The stalemate between the two attracted everyone, and a human wall formed around them, completely blocking Totsukawa's view.

"Where did Shirai go?" Totsukawa looked around.