Could it be that the old crow saw something and wanted to give her a 'chance'?
We do keep our distance outside...is it that obvious in the way I look at her?
Xia Yibing got into the car suspiciously, but didn't say anything else.
Finally got through it...
As the train whistled and started moving, Alfred took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his face.
If he really had to ask how much he could see, he wasn't actually sure.
But after all, with so many years of experience, it is impossible to say that I didn't find any clues.
He was not sure whether the two were friends or had a relationship beyond friendship, but he always remembered that Hitzfeld was the adopted daughter of Lilith Gulie, and meant the same thing to that partner as a child.
"Vienport, which is full of deception, is not a good place for you to try your hand at love."
Alfred narrowed his eyes and seemed to be talking to himself.
"Her character is flawed, but compared to others, this situation is indeed reassuring..."
The scene changed and Hitzfeld had already started decorating the carriage.
Alfred said yesterday that he bought a boat ticket, but there were no ships that went directly to the destination at either the Port of Wayne or the Port of Blackwood. If they wanted to go to Bartlett Beach, they would first take a train to a small town port at the outermost edge of the Pushen Crater, where freighters returning to the sea would temporarily stop.
So the journey will be quite long, and she doesn't want to live uncomfortably, so of course she has to decorate and tidy up the place.
"Let me do it."
Seeing her standing on tiptoe to hang the curtains, Xia Yibing put the box away and took the initiative to take over the job.
There was no need to worry about the intimacy issue, as there were only the two of them and Ms. Feti in the entire carriage. The remaining bed was for Lily, not because they had the privilege to do so, but because other people did not want to live with a Sherlock.
Such a big dog, almost taller than a human when standing up. It is normal to have such concerns since they are not familiar with each other.
Ms. Feti also came to help, and soon the interior of the carriage was decorated.
They will live here for six days.
We can also exchange some case information on the way.
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One more chapter before dark.
Chapter 9 Xia Yibing's Business
"哐哐...哐哐..."
The carriage shook slightly, making noises at regular intervals.
Hitzfeld turned a blind eye and leaned against the head of the bed in a thin nightgown, reading newspapers in the light coming through the gap in the curtains.
The name of the newspaper is "Nandu City News". It is the largest newspaper in the middle area between Heimu to the south and Xinze to the north. It is circulated in seven or eight cities and the information recorded is more comprehensive.
She has been living on the train for five days. Every time the carriage stops at the platform, in addition to getting off the train to relax and walk, the most thing she does is to buy local newspapers like this.
Some of it was useless - strictly speaking, most of it was useless, because the situation at Bartlett Beach was still under lockdown, and the local area was already self-isolating, so no one was spreading the news, and there was nothing special to see in these newspapers.
But she just loves to read. She has always believed that this is also a way to prevent trouble before it happens, and maybe there will be some gossip that can save her life in a critical moment.
While reading the newspaper, Xia Yibing poked her head down from the upper bunk. She stared at the girl's half-curled, half-stretched white silk legs for a long time, then glanced at the middle-aged woman leaning on the upper bunk opposite, and chose to restrain her thoughts.
Hitzfeld likes to read newspapers, which is not a quirk. After all, she doesn't sleep most of the time. If she doesn't read newspapers or books, she can only draw, and the weak light at night is even more torturous.
She mainly felt that the opportunity was a bit of a waste.
Aisuen has indeed given herself to me, body and soul, but she is still so shy...
Recalling the few times they had been intimate after their heart-to-heart talk, she had never been able to fully observe all the details of the body. Xia Yibing had always wanted to find an opportunity to study and appreciate it properly, and this trip was indeed a rare opportunity.
First of all, the two of them have already opened up to each other, and they have an emotional foundation, as well as a foundation for sexual pleasure. Hitzfeld will not be too resistant to her.
Secondly, because of the narrow space, staying in this small compartment for many days is also a kind of torture to people's spirit. And people tend to vent and relieve themselves in various ways in a depressing environment.
So what is the most natural way to vent? Xia Yibing felt that even the most wooden person could give the answer immediately.
So... I didn't notice this when I first got on the bus. Now that I realized it, it's too late to mention it.
She couldn't help but feel resentful towards Alfred the old crow for not buying a separate carriage for Ms. Fetty.
In fact, this is a one-sided venting of anger, and it is really unreasonable to do so - whether she and Hitzfeld live in one room, Ms. Feti and Lily live in one room, or the two of them and the dog live in one room, and Ms. Feti lives alone, it is unreasonable.
After staring at the pair of slender yet voluptuous white silk legs for a long time, Xia Yibing suddenly came back to her senses.
Why am I thinking about these things all day long?
The holiday is over, and now is the time to get down to business. Aisuen hates people who don't distinguish the seriousness of the situation the most. If this continues, she will definitely hate me.
Thinking of this, the woman sat up straight and slapped her face, then took out a small notebook and a pen from her pocket, unscrewed the cap and wrote on it:
[October 10, sunny, peeking at Aisuen from the upper bunk, thinking about her again, but quickly coming to her senses.]
She would have ended here, but she thought about it and added another sentence.
[Xia Yibing, Xia Yibing, how could you be so depraved?]
As if she was completely awakened by these words, after putting the notebook away, Xia Yibing's whole spirit and temperament were refreshed.
She had decided not to continue to indulge herself just because "Hitzfeld no longer resisted any requests from this side and would try his best to satisfy almost all of her requests."
She wanted to pull herself together and become the arrogant and capable female police chief again. She had to show her ability in business - in the right things, to let the girl know how powerful she was!
What is Aisuen doing now?
With this momentum and a tiny bit of curiosity, Xia Yibing looked down at the lower bunk again. After just one glance, she couldn't sit still.
Hitzfeld was taking off his socks.
The carriage is too small for three people and a dog. It is too stuffy without opening the window and the smell is unpleasant. It is a bit cold to open the window and door for ventilation, even wearing socks is not enough.
You need to cover yourself with a blanket to ensure your health.
But Hitzfeld hates wearing socks under the quilt. She would rather spend more time and energy washing the quilt cover and sheets than wear long sleeves, long pants and any socks to sleep under the quilt.
Lily's smell was very light compared to that of an ordinary dog, but it could not stand up to accumulation. The air in the car was a little bad at the moment, so she planned to take off her socks and cover herself with a blanket, then open the doors and windows for ventilation.
As a result, when she was halfway through taking off her clothes, she felt the bed shaking. When she looked up, Xia Yibing had already swung down by grabbing the railing.
"No nap?"
Glancing at her unhappily, Hitzfeld continued to move, taking off his socks and folding them carefully. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked to the door to open it.
I opened the door a little and locked it with a caliper. I opened the window a little and stared at the iron fence outside the window for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist and pulled her whole upper body into a warm embrace. The girl kicked her bare feet a few times, and a thin blanket was pulled down, covering both of them.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Hitzfeld asked unhappily.
She spoke in a very low voice because she was afraid that the woman might do something bad and alert Ms. Feti above.
"Isn't it good to cover you with a blanket?" Xia Yibing's tone was quite normal. "I've been waiting for you for a long time but you didn't get into bed. You were standing with bare legs just now. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold standing in the wind?"
This is indeed my own fault.
Hitzfeld fell silent.
She felt that Xia Yibing's hands were a little dishonest in the thin quilt. She rolled her eyes, but did not try to stop her. She stretched out her hands, picked up the newspaper on the side and continued reading.
It's not that she is not reserved, but her body is indeed different from before.
The fusion of spirit and flesh is not just talk. Later, they also tried "combined sword practice", which gave her the feeling as if she had an extra limb. It, her spirit, and a part of her consciousness converged and collided with the Changxia Sword, materializing the long sword again in reality.
At that moment, she felt like she was Chang Xia Dao.
She could feel that she was being held, manipulated, and used, not as a human being, but as an object, and the joy born from this would surge in an instant. The deepening of this connection also made her more defenseless when doing that kind of thing.
Because it was too much... It was as if her senses were magnified several times... It was a true fusion of body and soul, and she felt that it was already very good that she could control her heart in that kind of soul-shaking joy.
If it were an ordinary girl, she would have already tasted the sweetness of it and her performance would definitely be much worse than hers.
I feel like a cushion.
Xia Yibing had satisfied her desire to touch her hand. She leaned her cheek against her ear, smelled the faint fragrance of magnolia in her hair, and concentrated on browsing the content with her.
"Is there any news worth noting?"
"A large-scale mining accident occurred in the southern suburbs of Qiongta City. That's all."
"The one at the beach."
"Not a single one."
"Then what do you think this is useful for?"
Xia Yibing didn't understand.
Mainly... She glanced at the small table next to her, on which there were two fantasy stories.
One copy was "Prince of Sea Sand" and the other was "Tornado", both of which I ran out to help buy when the previous station stopped.
She almost missed the bus to buy these two books... So since there is no difference and no use, why not read novels instead of boring newspapers.
"The writing is too poor." Hitzfeld answered without thinking.
She is someone who has experienced the newspaper wars.
At that time, Nan Xinze, many novelists, real and fake writers, were bathed in the light of wisdom and created passionately. Compared with the many masterpieces I read at that time, the best-selling novels on the market now can be said to be unbearable to watch.
Still reading novels?
Everything I write is better!
Xia Yibing felt a little unhappy when she said that.
She deliberately pinched the girl's thigh to attract her attention. She stared into her pure blue eyes and asked, "Should we get down to business?"
Business?
Hitzfeld was startled, and he lifted the thin quilt with his left hand, looking at the hand that had fallen on his thigh and the other hand that was dragging somewhere, his eyes widened as if asking.
Business?
"What I mean is that since the intelligence is currently lacking, we should focus on improving our own strength."
The woman with the ponytail lowered her chin and her tone sounded extremely serious.
"What do you want to say?" Hitzfeld said unkindly.
In fact, she had already guessed it.
Strength... that's the only aspect they can improve.
Sure enough, the next moment, the woman confessed: "You are my scabbard now, and I need you to practice swordplay with me."
"Don't say no."
Before she could even open her mouth, the other party silenced her with a word.
"This is a real big deal, a serious matter."
"I've let you do what you want before, but I don't want that scene to happen again..."
"so what?"
Hitzfeld sighed, but deep down he had already accepted his fate.
Forget it.
The origin of this relationship was his random scribbles on the notebook. Strictly speaking, there was an external force driving Xia's love for her.
Now there is an external force pushing her to that side, how can she complain?
You can't blame anyone, you can only say it's your own fault.
"Of course, I'll try to keep it close from now on."
Xia Yibing heard the relaxation in her tone and knew that she agreed. She was excited and leaned close to her ear and took a deep breath.
"This way there is also an excuse to pay for the lady."
"If you ask, just say you are practicing swordplay."
Chapter 10: Deep Sea Strange Stories
