Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Kamei came back from another car, smiled and said to Totsukawa: "Shirai is really amazing." "What's wrong?" "With his proficient French, he is chatting enthusiastically with the young female police officer of the Paris Police Department." "Is Shirai single?" "Ah, yes. So, if the other party is also single, there is nothing to worry about." "I see you are very envious." Totsukawa laughed.Kamei said: "That's true! When I went abroad in my 20s, I never had the chance to chat with foreign girls." "That's true."

Totsukawa nodded in agreement. The reason for this is not only the influence of Kamei's society, era, and environment, but also the reason of his own personality. Totsukawa was born after the war. Although he doesn't feel inferior when facing foreigners, he is always on guard when getting along with them.In this way, there is still a mentality of being at a disadvantage subconsciously. Just from this point of view, I have to envy today's young people, they are relaxed and carefree when interacting. Even so, the differences in cultural traditions between the East and the West can sometimes cause a sense of uneasiness in people's hearts when interacting with each other.

The resulting misunderstandings are often harmful. Looking out of the car window, what I saw was endless flat fields.Occasionally there are green pastures dotted in between.Totsukawa felt that the scenery was a bit monotonous. There are some row houses near the station, cars are lined up neatly beside it, and some people can be seen moving.And once you leave the station, there are only vast fields and bushes, and it is difficult to see people again. He saw a tractor parked alone in the vast field, but there was no sign of it moving until it disappeared from view. "It's really open!"

Kamei said with emotion. "Seeing such a scene, one can infer that France is a country with developed agriculture." "cheers!" Suddenly someone interrupted in English, and Totsukawa and Kamei had no choice but to raise their glasses of champagne. When I looked up, I realized that it was the New York Police Department criminal who had just wrestled with the Soviet criminal police. At the same time, he also put the glass into the hand of Dennis of Scotland Yard, and then filled it up one by one. "Everyone, let's drink to friendship!" The New York Criminal Police said loudly.

Dennis and Totsukawa followed him with wry smiles and raised their glasses. A news reporter in the U.S. raised a finger for another try, then flashed the photo. The reporter was about twenty-three years old. He himself held a champagne glass and said casually while drinking: "This express train is full of criminal police. It would be really exciting if a murder happened on the train." Both Totsukawa and Dennis were silent, only the detective from the New York Police Department was particularly happy. "Think about it, the victim, the police, and the murderer are all together. It's so interesting, isn't it? Mr...."

He leaned over to stare at Totsukawa's badge. "Oh, it's Mr. Totsukawa." "How can there be such a stupid murderer." Totsukawa also stared at the American's badge. "Oh, Mr. Bart." "Why do you think the murderer is stupid?" Bart was slightly drunk, and he stared at Totsukawa with bewildered eyes.It seems that this person loves to argue, or there is something wrong with him, and he likes to pester others endlessly when he drinks too much. "First of all, the train did not stop until it reached Grenoble, and the murderer had nowhere to go."

"If you can't escape, you can still commit murder." Butt argued. "Then how?" "It's possible to kill people without leaving traces. For example, with a silent pistol, you can kill people without anyone noticing." "Do you have a gun?" Kamei asked. At first, he thought the other party was talking casually, but unexpectedly, Bart took out a pistol from his back trouser pocket with the typical American frankness, and showed it to Kamei. "It's a Colt automatic, without a suppressor. The number is registered. If I kill someone with it, it'll be out."

"It's so dangerous!" Dennis shrugged. "I didn't carry a gun because I didn't think it was necessary." "You don't understand that. There are probably a group of people in the world who just hate the criminal police. Once they have the opportunity, they will try to do it." Bart said it didn't look like he was joking. "Do all American detectives have pistols?" Kamei asked. "At least my colleagues have." Bart said.