Washio Moeka nodded heavily, and said with a hint of contentment: "I entered the game in my junior year of college. The first Gundam I bought was HG's Barbatos. Because I had never seen Iron-Blooded, I was too hot-headed at the time.

I bought that model.

Later I learned that there are also terms hg, rg, and mg. Gradually, I became an expert from a novice, and more and more Gundams accompanied me."

Kaede Kamio drove the car in the direction of Drunkard Alley, listening to her chattering happily, counting treasures on her fingers, "So far this year, I have collected Yuanzu, Char, Freedom, White Rabbit, Justice, Destiny, Angel of Energy,

Magic Crab, Red Heretic, Flying Wing, Unicorn...

Last month, I also bought a Taipan Avalanche Angel at a bargain price of 180,000 yen. I felt so sorry for my money..."

Kaede Kamio said with black lines on his head: "Then I probably understand why you keep crying about poverty. If a random model is so expensive, then I guess you will never be able to live a life of pulling out all the peppers."

Washio Moeka turned around and asked excitedly: "Don't you like Gundam? Boys should all like this. I can give you the oldest Gundam model in my collection to play with for a few days as a reward.

Your invincible perversion can be compared to potato chips!"

Kaede Kamio shook his head, "I don't know much about it, except for the original Gundam, so I think there should be a generation gap between us."

Washio Moeka sounded a little disappointed, "I have a treasured GT0 Yuanzu. I will bring it over for you to play with someday. Don't break it."

Kamio Kaede did not reject the little girl's enthusiasm and drove for a while. It was during the evening rush hour after get off work and there was heavy traffic everywhere.

He kept honking the horn all the way, and finally chose to skip the congested Liangu Bridge, and instead went off the elevated road all the way east, into a remote alley, and traveled left and right in places without traffic lights. Sometimes

It almost drove past the railings and walls.

Washio Moeka felt that she had learned a lot today. She had never seen such a side of Shibuya before, and it was as if she was getting to know him all over again.

She muttered: "Kamio Criminal, you are not friendly to your new car at all. What if it gets scratched?"

"Do I have to go around to the front of the car before driving, put three pillars of fragrance on the Jimny, and ask for the blessing of the ancestors of the car? After buying a car, you have to drive it."

"And when you turned out of Liangu Bridge, you seemed to be speeding. I saw a police car chasing you from behind... But now, it seems that you have lost track of you. You are finished. You will be caught by the surveillance camera and you will be deducted a lot of points.

"

"Anyway, it's not listed yet, so I can just deduct it."

"..."

Washio Moeka silently gave a thumbs up.

Turning at the intersection of Yugenzaka Gocha Road, it was not far from Jiugou Lane. When Kamio Kaede turned on the turn signal at the intersection and waited, he found that the co-pilot, the policewoman who had eaten some cookies to regain her energy, fell asleep.

This girl followed Kamio Maple Kurama and worked hard all day long. She gritted her teeth and kept silent, neither complaining of pain nor tiredness. She was a good police prospect who could endure hardships and stand hard work.

Kaede Kamio looked carefully at this girl who didn't know how to put on makeup and makeup. She looked even cuter than usual while sleeping peacefully. Her eyebrows and eyes were light, her lips were light-colored, she had one or two naughty freckles on her cheeks, and her delicate skin

It's white and transparent, like a freshly peeled egg.

This skin color reminded him of Nan Ya's Section Chief Tomomi Koike, who was fair, majestic and steady.

Kaede Kamio feels that Washio Moeka will become a policewoman like Tomomi Koike in the future. With her intelligence and tenacity that is not inferior to men, she will definitely be able to become a detective in her own right.

It just so happens that Sakurada Gate is planning to open a training class for female police officers called the "Pink Project". I would recommend Washio Moeka to sign up.

The car soon arrived at Jiugui Alley, which is not far from Shibuya Kita Police Station. Along the street are old Kyoto-style izakayas, occasionally mixed with a few incompatible modern office buildings, forming a strong contrast in bright colors.

This is also one of the famous Chinese night markets in Shibuya. Small shops selling sugar-fried chestnuts and stinky tofu are like powerful dragons inserted into this alley crowded with oden, roasted birds, and sauce noodles. They just rely on the popularity of the vast number of Shibuya Chinese.

Drunkard Alley has carved its way out, established a firm foothold, and quickly converted many locals into loyal diners.

People were coming and going in Drunkard Alley. Washio Moeka felt the speed of the Jimny, and her eyelashes trembled. Then she slowly opened her eyes, her light-colored pupils curiously looked outside, and lowered the window, delicate

He sniffed the aroma of the night market with his nose.

Passing by a small shop selling sugar-roasted chestnuts, the line of people stretched out for tens of meters. Washio Moeka sniffed, then rolled her eyes, quickly closed the car window, and fanned like a puppy sticking out its tongue.

Nose, "What a smelly thing, just like..."

"That's stinky tofu." Kamio Kaede interrupted before she could say the word 'shit', "Jiugui Alley is like this. There are both traditional old shops selling classic snacks like oden, and new izakayas that serve high-end red wine.

Of course, Chinese snacks such as stinky tofu, sizzling squid, and Bobo chicken are also indispensable. It is this chaotic feature that gives Jiugui Lane its unique charm."

Washio Moeka frowned slightly, and quietly opened the car window a small gap again, sticking out her nose to smell the strange smell. It was really fragrant and smelly, and it didn't seem to be that objectionable.

La!

They found a corner and parked the Jimny, and the two of them jumped out of the car. Looking at the crowds of diners lining up in front of the shops in Drunkard Alley, Kamio Kaede and Washio Moeka slowly squirmed over, and they were squeezed into a disheveled state.

Washio Moeka opened her mouth slightly to count the number of people queuing in front of several snack bars, and said angrily: "There are too many people. It's impossible to eat like this. We have to go back to the office for a meeting at eight o'clock.

"

"Just find any restaurant to eat, we really don't have enough time." Kaede Kamio pointed to a noodle shop in front of him, "Even if we are policemen, we still have to wait in line, so why not go eat noodles? That noodle shop must be good!"

Washio Moeka stood in front of the noodle shop and awkwardly looked at the words on the sign, "Ran... Ranmen... what kind of place is this? I've never heard of it."

"Lanzhou Ramen." Kamio Kaede thoughtfully corrected the little girl's pronunciation.

Washio Moeka glanced inside the glass door. The restaurant was small, but there were quite a few customers sitting there, all sitting on simple plastic tables and chairs, holding bowls of noodles and devouring their meals.

There were also a few men smoking with their legs crossed in public, making the shop very smoky, and it was hard to tell which country they were from based on their accents.

But compared to those small shops selling oden and sugar-roasted chestnuts, the noodle shop in front of me has less traffic. However, Washio Moeka said a little uncertainly: "There are so few people in the shop, will it not taste good?"

Kaede Kamio patted her head, "You don't understand this. Chinese ramen is the most delicious noodle. It's much better than udon, soba, and spaghetti. I'll serve it later, macaroni and pork noodles."

Stir the large intestine, potato slices, beef sauce, pork butt, and diced ham into the noodles, then pour some mature vinegar, and the taste will taste..."

He gestured with joy and gestures, giving a thumbs up with a strong Beijing accent and said: "Guess what? Hey, good guy, the smell is really amazing, just two words, authentic, my old Beibi!"

Washio Moeka looked at him with a strange look on her face. She didn't know which language he spoke, but she still followed him in doubtfully. She raised her little head and looked at the various pictures and prices hanging on the wall.

Kaede Kamio glanced at her and said, "If you don't like noodles, we can just change the store. There's a store diagonally opposite that sells skewers of incense. I see there aren't many people, so I can handle a few bites."

"Let's just eat noodles. I believe in Kamio's criminal judgment." Washio Moeka raised her head and turned back, her fair little face facing Kamio Kaede, her expression looked very serious, even a little serious, "The most important thing is

, the noodles at this restaurant are really cheap, and the boss doesn’t dislike me for being poor, so how can I dare to dislike it?”

Kaede Kamio was amused, "Are you afraid of being overheard and embarrassed, so you speak so quietly? Don't worry, I'm treating you, you can order whatever you want, what else can I miss from you?"

Washio Moeka didn't say anything anymore, and turned to look at the Chinese character menu written in chalk on the blackboard on the wall. After looking at it for a long time, she was dumbfounded.

Kaede Kamio came over and said, "This restaurant mainly has Chinese people coming here to eat. Let me order for you."
Chapter completed!