Meanwhile, at the other end of the train, Chianti was touching up her makeup in the mirror when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her reflection.
Her heart sank, and she knew something was wrong.
Before she could react, a dagger was already pressed against her waist, then slid down slowly from her back to below her chest.
"Long time no see," a flat voice sounded from behind her.
Chianti stiffly turned her head, her face almost on the verge of tears.
What met her eyes was Anby's beautiful, expressionless face, like a machine.
"To the restroom," Anby said without any wasted words, pointing her chin in the direction of the restroom, her meaning clear.
Chianti had no choice but to squeeze into the cramped train restroom stall with Anby holding her captive.
The lock clicked shut.
Anby immediately pinned Chianti's hands behind her back against the wall and skillfully retrieved the silver Luger pistol she had hidden on her person.
"Where's your sniper rifle?" Anby asked, puzzled.
"Didn't bring it!" Chianti flatly denied, unwilling to hand over her beloved gun, which she had redeemed at a high price. "It's too conspicuous, I couldn't bring it on the train."
Anby nodded expressionlessly. "Call that big guy outside in."
"Big guy?" Chianti immediately understood she was referring to Korn. Under Anby's gaze, she trembled as she pulled out her phone and dialed Korn's number.
Beep beep—
Korn's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was his partner, Chianti.
"Hello?" Chianti's trembling voice came through the receiver.
"What's wrong?" Korn asked.
"I'm in the restroom in our car right now."
Chianti's tone was a bit hesitant, as if she couldn't speak too plainly.
"Hurry and come find me."
Click—
The call abruptly ended.
The dull Korn looked up towards the restroom, and his old face suddenly flushed.
Train, restroom, a man and a woman alone.
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Beneath his silent and cool exterior, Korn, this old boy, was actually overly pure.
This could be seen from the day at Tropical Land when he blushed while peeking at the Ferris wheel.
Single for nearly 30 years, his romantic history was a blank slate.
His partner, Chianti, was almost the longest he had been in contact with a woman.
Although she was rebellious, hot-tempered, foul-mouthed, bloodthirsty, and perverted... but,
This was exactly his type!
Chianti's occasional, unintentional care could make his heart pound.
Now, Chianti was actively inviting him.
How could he refuse?
Korn took a deep breath, walked towards the restroom door with the trepidation of an old widow on a blind date.
His hand on the doorknob, he was like a stuck drawer, wiggling his body back and forth, hesitating, and not daring to push open the door for a long time.
Anby, waiting to ambush behind the door, grew impatient and simply yanked the door open from the inside.
The door suddenly opened, Korn's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and walked in with a forced smile.
"Chianti, I... I'm not ready yet... Isn't this too fast for us?" Korn said, his head down, his voice muffled.
"Not fast at all, you're too slow," an unfamiliar female voice said from behind him.
Korn spun around abruptly and, upon seeing Anby, was completely stunned. "Why is there another person here?!"
The last time, he was knocked out without even seeing Anby, so he naturally didn't recognize her.
Anby took advantage of his daze, struck like lightning, and disarmed him.
Then she said coldly, "Alright, now you two take off your clothes."
"Take... take off our clothes?!" Korn's brain crashed again.
He had already realized it was an ambush when his gun was taken away.
But Anby's command to take off their clothes fried his CPU.
Did I misunderstand? This isn't a trap?
He looked at Chianti for help.
Chianti, having had one experience already, was familiar with the routine.
She barely hesitated, her movements astonishingly quick.
She swiftly unbuttoned her jacket, then her inner tight-fitting top, then her trousers... Her movements were fluid and practiced, leaving Korn dumbfounded.
"Hey! Chianti! What... what are you doing?!" Korn's face was so red it looked like it would bleed. "There are other people here!"
Could it be... she likes this kind of thing?!
Chianti ignored him, even bending down to take off her socks.
Korn was instantly petrified.
He thought, since Chianti is being so proactive, wouldn't it make him look cowardly if he, a grown man, continued to be shy?
Korn gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and started to undress as well.
Anby watched with cold eyes, and once the two were down to their underwear, she deftly opened her backpack and stuffed all their clothes inside.
With the backpack on, Anby walked straight out of the restroom and, with a swift stab of her dagger, destroyed the door lock cylinder.
After doing all this, she pulled out her phone and dialed the Train Conductor hotline posted on the carriage.
She read out, without sincerity. "Hello, there's going to be a murder in the restroom of Car 16. A man and a woman have been in there for almost half an hour.
The woman is very loud, making 'ah ah ah' sounds, saying she can't take it anymore and is about to die. Please come and deal with it quickly.
I really need to use the restroom and can't hold it anymore. If you don't deal with it in time, I'll just have to find somewhere else to relieve myself."
On the other end of the phone,
The Train Conductor, who had just narrowly dealt with Mouri Kogoro, almost collapsed.
One lunatic wasn't enough? Another one?!
Coincidentally, the train was stopping at a station, and the railway police, who had received the report, quickly boarded the train.
They rushed straight to the restroom in Car 16 and, without a word, forced the door open.
What met their eyes was Chianti, wearing only sexy black underwear, with a look of terror.
And Korn, with a mysterious smile, in the process of taking off his briefs.
"Don't move! Hands on your head!"
Two male railway police officers shouted, pounced, and forcefully pinned Korn against the wall, handcuffing him with a click.
"Miss! Don't be afraid! We're the police! Are you alright?"
A female railway police officer quickly shielded Chianti and draped her jacket over her.
Korn's wrists ached from the handcuffs, and he struggled, shouting, "Hey! Why are you only arresting me?! This is discrimination!"
"Shut up! You pervert!" Chianti's acting skills instantly erupted.
She crossed her arms, squeezed out a few tears, and said with a choked voice:
"Officer, you must do justice for me! It's this pervert! He stalked me! Harassed me!
This time, he cornered me in the restroom on the train! He wanted... he wanted to assault me! Wuwuwu..."
She cried with such sorrow, portraying a pitiful victim perfectly.
"Hey, hey, hey! We're partners! What are you doing?!" Korn was both anxious and angry, completely bewildered.
A railway police officer struck Korn on the head with a baton and cursed, "Shut up! We've seen your wanted poster. You escaped from police at Tropical Land last time, and I can't believe you dare to commit a crime on the train again! You've got some nerve!"
"Ah?!" Korn was struck by lightning, staring at Chianti in disbelief.
Now he finally understood why Chianti hadn't been detained for three days for "disturbing public order and morals" last time. So, she had pinned all the blame on him?!
Chianti had transformed into a victim of his, Korn's, "indecency," which was why she was released so quickly.
"Officer, it's not what you think." Korn tried to explain, looking at Chianti again, trying to make her have a change of heart.
Chianti, however, avoided his gaze, buried her head even lower, her shoulders heaving violently, and her wails suddenly grew louder, as if suffering immense injustice.
"Stop talking nonsense! Caught red-handed! And you still dare to quibble!" The railway police officer sternly reprimanded, already convinced Korn was a pervert. "Take him away! Hand him over to the Saitama Prefecture police immediately when the train reaches the station!"
Korn was roughly dragged out of the restroom, his shouts and curses fading into the distance.
Chianti, wrapped in the railway police officer's jacket, lowered her head, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Sacrificing Korn to save herself.
This move was worth it.