[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Do you like to eat French cuisine?" When I sat in the spacious and comfortable car, he asked with a smile while lying on the steering wheel.

I fastened my seat belt angrily, and failed to insert it because my hands shook several times.

"Sounds like I have a choice." I rolled my eyes, and finally snapped my seat belt into the buckle.

He snorted disapprovingly and started the car. Like a kidnapped child, I stared at the driving route outside the window.

However, he turned around and turned around. I was not familiar with the map and I was a bit of a road idiot. I was already dizzy.

I really want to call the police.

My hands were digging at the protective film of the phone, and I couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd.

Does he want me to help collect evidence that Amuro betrayed the organization?Or let me poison his food, like a spy drama?Other than that, I can't think of any use for him.

However, he already knew Amuro's true identity. According to the organization's vigorous and vigorous style, he could just kill him directly, why go around in circles?Certainly not for this.

I was in a trance, thinking wildly.The night outside the window filled the sky, the setting sun quickly disappeared, and the sky appeared dark blue.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious restaurant. I didn't expect it to be a restaurant at first, because it was more like a crystal palace, from the first floor to the sixth floor all covered with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. Like a huge colorless crystal, under the embellishment of the luxurious lights inside, the whole body shines.

I was momentarily shocked by its beauty, and Karasuma coughed lightly.

I looked away in embarrassment, and followed him to the entrance.

The doorman and the foreman in the lobby seemed to be very familiar with him, respectful, and even I was looked up to, but a young waiter still showed a look of surprise when he saw me, I followed his gaze and lowered my head Only then did he realize that it was his incompatible dressing style that surprised him.

Not only was I out of place, I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of canvas shoes for the convenience of walking the dog. I looked like a down-and-out college student, while the other ladies in the restaurant were all wearing beautiful evening gowns , the graceful figure twists gracefully under the high-grade fabric.

I saw two girls eating together glance at me at the same time, and then smiled at each other with disdain on the corners of their mouths.

I gouged them out viciously, and suddenly felt the pleasure of revenge.

Whoever told him to bring me here, I didn't care who would lose face, I even wanted to do something embarrassing on purpose to make him look ugly, but then I thought about it, I was actually discrediting Amuro by doing this, I had no choice but to dismiss the idea embarrassingly.

He didn't care about my nondescript attire, still smiling, and asked me if I was satisfied with this place.

I hung my head and didn't answer, he didn't say anything, just chuckled, took off his coat and handed it to the waiter, I saw that he was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with the delicate luster unique to high-end products on the surface , It matches his short black hair and tall and straight figure.

He really came prepared.

There were almost no empty seats around, and only a few empty tables in the central area. Since I chose a restaurant with such a dense crowd, he should not dare to do anything to me, so I was a little relieved.

However, the waiter ushered us into a VIP room, and then closed the carved door graciously, leaving him and me alone in a confined space of less than [-] square meters.

I suddenly wanted to knock on the door, and shouted to the far away waiter, "Don't go, don't leave me alone with this shaking S sadist".

The scene of him killing the lizard boy is fresh in my mind, and I am instinctively afraid of him.

"Please sit down." He pulled out a chair for me and said with a half-smile, "I will serve you personally tonight."

What to serve?Human platter?

I sat down anxiously, and he walked across from me, and he also opened the chair and sat down.

"What on earth are you trying to do?" I asked straightforwardly, although I was terrified.

"Oh? You don't need foreplay to get straight to the point. It's really different for a woman who wants to be a mother." He put his elbows on the dining table, crossed his fingers, and his sharp and ambiguous eyes fell on my face .

That counts as sexual harassment, right?No, how did he know I was pregnant?Although my stomach is a bit bulging, it is definitely not recognized as pregnant at a glance.

I faintly felt even more frightened.He—he came for the child in my stomach.

There is only one explanation.

The action of subconsciously protecting my abdomen exposed my guess, and the smile on his face deepened:

"This baby is very unusual, right? It grows faster than other fetuses, and it is expected to mature in about four months."

I looked at him in surprise: "You... how do you know?"

Is it really his hands and feet?I haven't had any other contact with him...

"Because the birth of this child is half of my credit." He stared at me meaningfully, like a lone wolf lurking in the middle of the night.

I opened my mouth wide, and suddenly felt that the blood in my whole body was freezing rapidly.