Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Meet the God of Death Again
Business class seats are slightly more spacious than economy class seats, but not much more spacious after all.
From the moment the plane took off, Olga could hear a clanging sound, like the sound of old car parts breaking down. Even with headphones, she couldn't block it out. At the time, she'd been quite content to think that a plane crash wasn't such a bad way to die. When nothing remained of her, she wondered what Rei Furuya would think.
After the plane finished its ascent and began to fly smoothly, and the seat belt sign went out, the "clang clang" sound finally disappeared. Olga's imagination had to come to an end.
She took off her headphones and rubbed her earlobes. She'd been using the volume too high, and now, not only was she experiencing the usual post-takeoff tinnitus, but her ears were also aching.
After calling the flight attendant to purchase the in-flight Wi-Fi service, Olga connected the internet, adjusted the seat back to a comfortable angle, and began playing games on her phone. Fortunately, this crappy plane still had Wi-Fi service.
As for the series of emails from Vermouth that I received immediately after connecting to the Internet?
I didn't see it, not important. After all, budget airlines don't have good internet.
*
Olga hadn't played a few games when another problem arose - a faint smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, which made her already not-so-good mood due to the low-cost airline even worse.
After pulling off her headphones in frustration, Olga began to ring the service bell.
As a result, for some unknown reason, no flight attendant showed up, and the smell of cigarettes became stronger and stronger.
Are there still planes that don't ban smoking these days?
Even if smoking is not banned, you still have to go to a designated smoking area to smoke, right?
By then, the corridor lights had all gone out, and most of the passengers had fallen asleep. Olga unbuckled her seatbelt and followed the source of the smoke.
She had always hated the smell of cigarettes, and if anyone exposed her to secondhand smoke, she would kill them. Therefore, neither Vermouth nor Gin would smoke in the same room with her. This was a privilege granted to her by her boss himself.
But just because you won’t encounter short-sighted people in an organization doesn’t mean you won’t encounter them in your daily life.
Olga lifted the curtain separating economy and business class. A quick glance revealed the source of the cigarette smell—somewhere near the aisle. A man in a woolen hat was holding a cigarette. Curls of white smoke rose and quickly dissipated.
The man was raising his hand and boasting smugly to a short, fat, middle-aged man sitting next to him in the corridor, even blowing a smoke ring at him in a bad way.
Oh——!!! Olga thought. A man in a woolen hat! Just the sight of him brings back unpleasant memories.
The short and fat middle-aged man seemed to be angry but dared not speak, while the man in the woolen hat still held a cigarette, crossed his legs, and continued his high-pitched talk.
Olga uncivilizedly thought of a word beginning with F.
*
Da Ying He Yang was smoking a cigarette and boasting to the middle-aged man sitting next to him in the corridor that he had secretly taken scandalous photos of American Senator Dickson, and he flew to America with the intention of selling them at a high price. He naively believed that he would become a millionaire with these photos.
As for the dissuasion from his girlfriend, Amano Kan, he didn't care!
Just as Daying and Yang were boasting about their pride, an unignorable figure suddenly stopped in the corridor near him, making it impossible for him to even see the full appearance of the object of his boasting.
Daying and Yang looked up at the person with some displeasure, wanting him/her to go away quickly and not stand there, but the moment they saw her face clearly, they were stunned and even forgot how to speak - what a beautiful person!
This person was tall, with impeccable proportions. She wore a simple, loose-fitting black sweatshirt, which accentuated her fair skin. Her long, crimson hair flowed freely, and her features were delicate and three-dimensional. Most striking of all, however, were her emerald eyes...
etc,
Eye--
Da Ying and Yang shuddered unconsciously. It was almost an instinctive reaction of his body before he came to his senses.
Because Daying and Yang were in a daze for a long time, some of the ash fell off and happened to fall on the back of his hand, bringing a burning and stinging sensation, which made him come back to his senses.
Why should he be afraid of a little girl?
Thinking of this, Daying Heyang held his breath and planned to loudly question the little girl's meaning of standing there and looking at him. As if being loud could make him invincible.
"you--!"
Unfortunately, before Daying Heyang could finish his words, the red-haired girl unexpectedly reached out to him, pinched the cigarette with her slender and beautiful fingertips, and snatched the cigarette from between his teeth while he was stunned.
Da Ying and Yang could almost smell the cool scent of cherry blossoms on her fingertips, very faint and pleasant.
Then, something strange happened - before Daying and Yang could react, she remained calm, turned her wrist, and calmly pressed the still burning cigarette butt on the skin of his face.
Her series of movements were so smooth and slow, as if she was just doing something very ordinary.
Da Ying and Yang could almost hear the sound of flesh burning. The intense pain was even before they realized it, quickly attacking their left cheek, making them grimace and cover their face.
Even without looking in the mirror, one could imagine what the skin on his left side looked like now. The burn might leave a permanent scar.
"What are you doing!?" Daying and Yang gritted their teeth and stood up from their seats angrily.
If he had a little bit of fantasy about this girl just now because of her pretty face, now, this fantasy has completely disappeared, leaving only anger.
Da Ying and Yang raised their hands, but the red-haired girl easily dodged his attack, and even seemed to just take a step back casually.
Her face remained expressionless, and she looked at him as if he were a bug. This made Daying and Yang even angrier, and he no longer listened to the advice of his girlfriend, Amano Kan, and other friends who were traveling with him.
By this time, the commotion had become quite loud. The lights in the cabin finally came back on, and several flight attendants gathered around, trying to pull Da Ying and Yang apart from the flailing Da Ying. Many of the previously sleeping passengers also woke up and cast their gazes over to watch the excitement unfold.
Da Ying and Yang were held back by several people, but they still insisted on fighting. The flight attendants were all slender women, and the difference in strength was so huge, so how could they hold back the enraged Da Ying and Yang?
He even swatted away his girlfriend, Kan Amano's arm, not caring that she nearly fell. A friend who was traveling with him helped Kan Amano up, then muttered to himself, "Really? They can't even keep quiet on the plane."
*
Olga stood there indifferently with her arms folded. She watched with her emerald eyes without blinking as Daying and Yang's hands came towards her face, and then were stopped by another hand grabbing her wrist when they were just a few centimeters away from her cheek.
She rolled her eyes and looked at the hand in surprise.
It was a slender, fair hand, yet the skeleton was still somewhat delicate. Judging from the bones, it must have belonged to a young man.
Following the hand towards its owner, Olga saw someone she hadn't expected. The muscles on her expressionless face finally moved slightly, and one of her eyebrows rose in response.
"Kudo Shinichi?"
The young man opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Olga, his eyes somewhat confused: "Do you know me?"
Olga smiled slowly: "As for 'Death', I am impressed."
However, the "God of Death" is as forgetful as ever.
*
The last time Olga saw Kudo Shinichi was five years ago, when they were only eleven years old.
"That's what you said the last time we met."
Olga looked at Kudo Shinichi and began to wonder if she would encounter a murder today.
Kudo Shinichi was considerably taller than the last time they met. Of course. He was now only a tiny bit taller than Olga, barely noticeable. He still had bangs, with two tufts of hair sticking up at the back of his head, giving him a distinctly unruly look. He wore a black cardigan with the sleeves slightly rolled up, and one hand was tucked into his trouser pocket.
Well, the bking aura that lingered around him couldn't be said to have not grown, but it could be said to have become more restrained. In short, he was as restrained as the wind.
Kudo Shinichi frowned slightly and stared at Olga, obviously still unable to recall. Of course, time did not allow him to continue recalling——
Da Ying and Yang shook off Kudo Shinichi's hand, and his expression became more and more ferocious: "Kid! I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"
"Sir, please calm down first. Under no circumstances should you hurt anyone, especially since she is a girl." Kudo Shinichi turned his gaze to Otaka Kazuhiro and advised seriously.
Da Ying and Yang's faces flushed crimson: "It was obviously her who started it first——!"
"Make way, make way. I'm a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division. What's going on here?"
Just when the atmosphere was tense and about to explode, a short but sturdy middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, displaying a shiny police officer's ID in his hand.
Olga's eyes casually swept over the police officer's ID card, and she looked away with a "tsk" sound, crossed her arms and took a step back, reducing her presence to a minimum.
"I'm Juzo Megure from the Criminal Investigation Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. What happened here?" The fat police officer asked again after looking at Shinichi Kudo and Kazuhiro Ohtaka.
"Excuse me, excuse me, please make way." Just then, another tall, thin man struggled through the crowd and stopped behind Megure Jusan. He looked a little sleepy, with his hair sticking up unruly at the back of his head.
"Brother Takagi..." Megure Jusan turned his head and looked at him helplessly.
Gao Mushi smiled innocently and scratched the back of his head: "Sorry, I slept too soundly..."
*
Megure Jusan went to ask those around him what had happened. He didn't need to ask specifically; when questioned, Olga readily confessed everything she had done. The stark contrast between her innocent appearance and the audacity of her actions was truly astonishing.
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