[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

What's rare is that he slept longer than me this time, and his palms were still on my stomach. I climbed out of bed first, took a shower, and when I got dressed and came out, he was already up.

He came over, kissed me hard on the forehead, pinched my face.I found that he especially likes to pinch my face, does he regard me as an obedient animal?I don't like this feeling very much.

He didn't need to go to Poirot today, because Uncle Maori was going to use the downstairs to give a reasoning lecture, and only the big man was there, and a drink refill from time to time was enough.

He let go of my face, and I could feel the sensual breath coming from him again, trying to run away in a hurry.I know that men's desires are sometimes stronger in the morning than in the evening.

"Don't, don't do this, I just took a shower..."

"It's okay, we can wash together..." he said while biting my ear, and caressed my thigh restlessly.

For this kind of thing, men are always more insatiable than women, and women are always the ones who get tired first.

I remembered what he did to me in the bathroom last morning, and I was a little flustered.After a night of tossing, I am satisfied enough and don't want to do it anymore, but he regards me as a tool that is easy to use and can be vented at any time...

After 10 minutes, he went to take a shower with satisfaction, but I, who refused his request to share the bath, felt very aggrieved while searching for new underwear in the cabinet.

He didn't even ask me if I wanted it, just entered it like that, did he treat me as a convenient toilet, and use it whenever he wanted?

A man like him who always seems to have endless physical strength must have had many bed partners, which can be judged from his rich experience, but even so, he still has a heart for my chastity, which is simply too much. Double standard.

Even if I did it with another man, so what? He didn't only have me as a woman, so why did he restrain me confidently?

However, has he really brought many girls back?Although energetic, he doesn't look like that kind of person...

I was thinking wildly, and suddenly there was a slight bounce in my stomach.I was freaking out, maybe it was too much last night and just now, but the bouncing was just a little bit, and it disappeared quickly.

I remembered Karasuma's words again.And what he said, only he can guarantee the smooth delivery of my child.

Last night, I didn't really confess this matter, I just told him that Karasuma knew about my pregnancy and that he was a police officer, and I didn't say anything else.Because, I am still hesitant.

If my baby turns out to be a lizard boy too, or a creature like last night's killer, I might as well not have it born in the first place...

At this time, I received an email on my mobile phone, the number is Karasuma, and he asked me to call him back when it is convenient.I slowly put the phone on the table, feeling very uneasy.

I really wanted to call back right away, so I told Amuro in the bathroom that I was going downstairs to buy some fruit, and ran out the door with my wallet and cell phone.

I dialed his number.

"The conditions have changed." He heard my voice and said straight to the point.

"what?"

"I will let your child be born smoothly, and I will not ask you to have another one for me for the time being, but the change is that you will leave Amuro Toru before the child is born, and you cannot have any contact with him. Whether you agree or not is up to you, Sunset Reply to me before, remember, it’s before sunset, I am a person who can easily change my mind, don’t miss a good opportunity.”

After all, he unilaterally hung up the phone.

I stood dumbfounded by myself.

Of course, I know very well that this is the best choice he can give me.

I went upstairs with a heavy heart. As soon as I reached the door, I sharply heard the voice of Anshi on the phone.

My hearing seems to have been upgraded to a new level all of a sudden. The door and walls are made of soundproof materials.

"Don't worry...it's already calmed down....the cute little kitty, as long as it is brushed well, it will listen to me contentedly...don't worry, I can control her...she is very obedient..."

Although I don't know who is on the other end of the phone, this "she" obviously refers to me.

Sure enough, I was just a well-behaved kitten in his eyes.

"Well, it's not very appropriate to describe it as a cat. A cat is still very cunning and sometimes irritable. She is more like a little sheep, gentle and weak, but I like it very much..." He added.

great.I can't even reach the level of a cat.In his eyes, I am just a little sheep who is allowed to be slaughtered. No matter how painful it is, I will only bleat and work hard without complaint.

My nose suddenly became sour, and I suddenly felt very sad and humble.

I waited for him to finish the call before I rubbed my sore nose and opened the door to go in.

"I'm back, where are the fruits?" He glanced at my empty hands, a little surprised.

"Well, the food I want is not in stock yet, I'll go down and buy it later." I lied.In fact, I completely forgot my excuse for going downstairs.

He seemed to be preoccupied with something more important, and he didn't get to the bottom of my strange behavior.He hummed the song very happily, I don't know why he is so happy, obviously I look gloomy.

"I'll go out later, and I may come back very late." Before entering the kitchen, he turned his head and smiled at me and said, "Don't bring back the inexplicable man again."

I knew he was joking, but it didn't sound right to me.I silently retreated to the sofa, hugged Haro and rubbed gently.

It stretched itself on my knee, and when I stretched out a palm, it put its little paw on it obediently, and made faces at me.

I suddenly felt like a puppy, who gave in obediently after being rubbed twice by him, but he was treating me completely as a pet. Maybe he valued my child’s mother’s identity more than me I—

I thought about it, until I was interrupted by the smell coming from the kitchen.

"The meal is ready, you eat first, I'm leaving." He strode to the door and said while changing his clothes.

Sure enough, it's like raising a puppy, and I don't forget to prepare the food before I leave, as if I can't take care of myself.

I gave a soft "hmm", and before he pushed open the door, I suddenly called out "Zero".

His back visibly stiffened.He turned around, looked at me in surprise, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Your real name is Fugu Rei, can I call you... by your real name in the future?" I asked hesitantly, eagerly waiting for his answer.

In fact, until just now, I didn't realize that I was still calling him "Mr. Amuro", even when I was moaning orgasm, it was the same name, and he never corrected it-

He looked away from my face, stared at the gap in the floor and said calmly: "Let's call me Toru Amuro. Frequent revealing of my real name will cause danger to undercover work, and it is easy to be heard by people with ulterior motives."

My heart started to drop.Sure enough, I expected it to be like this.

He was only willing to accept me as Toru Amuro, but he didn't allow me to touch that part of him, not even his name.

To him, I am really just a pet-like existence.A silly woman who was treated with a little tenderness by him because she was pregnant with his child.

His eyes fell on me again: "Take more rest during the day, and tomorrow I will find a way to spare half a day to accompany you for the examination."

After all, he opened the door and left.

I was alone in the room.

I hung my head sadly, feeling very uncomfortable.

I was occupied by too many things before, and I didn't think carefully about the relationship between us. Now that I calm down and think about it, I have really been in a passive position all the time, and I seem to have gotten used to being passive.

I'm such an amazing masochist.

I covered my face, sighed in pain, and my heart was unusually chaotic.

The whole morning, I was in a trance, threw the clothes into the washing machine, and found out that I forgot to add laundry detergent after drying; when I was drying the dirty sheets on the balcony, I accidentally stepped on his precious celery, and I put Celery's body was thrown into the trash bag, and he suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

At noon, I went back to my room and took a nap.

I had a dream.

I dreamed that he was rolling and kissing on the bed in his room with another woman with a good figure and full breasts. That woman was more active and skillful than me, but I still couldn't see his expression. His face was always hidden in shadow.

Suddenly, the woman poked out a pale face from behind the hair curtain and stared at me fixedly.

It was a very frightening face.

The tongue sticks out long and long, like the short-haired woman who was strangled to death in the Black Cat Villa, her eyes are blood red, and there are two streams of blood tears...

I screamed and sat up on the bed, sweating profusely.

I stumbled to the kitchen, poured a glass of boiled water, and drank it down.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

I went to open the door in shock, and saw a girl with mid-length hair standing outside the door nervously.

She seemed surprised to see me.I quickly scanned the house number with my eyes.

"This is... Mr. Toru Amuro's house?" She asked politely.

"...Yes. What do you want from him?"

"Oh, that's it. My name is Mika Asano. I have something I want to talk to Mr. Amuro. The night my sister died, the last person I saw her was Mr. Amuro." The girl took a deep breath, Said.

Then she explained to me what happened. Her sister was the first victim of the "killer", named Miho Asano.

She took out a pink mobile phone from her bag and pressed her fingers quickly. After a few seconds, an email interface appeared in front of my eyes:

I couldn't be happier, Mika!I finally caught a super handsome guy, he is my part-time partner, I am going to spend the night at his house tonight, I am a little excited!Don't worry, I'm wearing a condom, I won't be as risky as last time. (laughing out loud)

Miho

I looked at her blankly.

"Before my sister died, she had just become a waitress at the Poirot Cafe. The handsome guy she mentioned in the email was Mr. Amuro. I also asked the police investigating the case, and my sister did come back to spend the night with Mr. Amuro that night, but After that, my sister was killed by a serial murderer. The police said that Mr. Amuro had a solid alibi, and I am also a sensible person, so naturally I would not mess around. It’s just that I couldn’t find her ring on the body of my sister. It is a symbol of our sisterhood, I want to keep it as a souvenir, I searched for a long time at the scene of her death, but couldn't find it, then I thought, maybe it fell here—"

I listened dumbfounded, a fact circling in my mind.

A few days after what he did to me, he came home with the woman he had just met, a woman who also worked at Poirot, a waitress like me.

Does he do it often?

"That, miss? I mean, can you let me go in and look for it. Oh, I'm asking too much. You can help me go in and look for it. I'll wait at the door. That ring is like this."

She showed her ring before my eyes.

I stared at the ring ignorantly, without refusing or agreeing, as if drawn by something, I walked into his bedroom and came to his bed.

I lifted all the sheets and quilts to the ground, moved the bed body vigorously, and then saw the ring in the gap between the bed board and the wall.

I suddenly wanted to cry aloud.But I hold back.He pulled out the ring vigorously, and his fingernails were pinched with blood, but he didn't even notice it.

Later, I don't remember how I gave her the ring, how I sent her out, and how I went back to my room in a daze.

Suddenly, my stomach hurts violently.I've never had this pain since pregnancy.

And there was a warm liquid gushing out of my lower abdomen. I clutched my stomach and staggered to the bathroom, only to find that I was bleeding.

There was not a lot of blood, just a small trickle, but it was scary enough for a pregnant woman, and it could be the harbinger of any horrible situation. .

I was so frightened that I couldn't help but instinctively dialed Karasuma's phone number.

"Calm down." Seeing me trembling and speaking incoherently, he ordered calmly.

I told him I was bleeding and I was terrified.

"That's because the child has grown up." He was still calm on the other end of the phone, "Its physique is like this, and it may develop overnight. Come here, and I will check it for you. Don't be afraid, it won't If something goes wrong, its vitality is definitely much more tenacious than you think."

Then he gave me an address to go there by myself.

I sat on the toilet seat and cried helplessly.

After a few minutes, I resisted my sadness and stood up, washed my face, and put on clean clothes.It stopped bleeding there and calmed me down a bit.

Facing the mirror, I saw my haggard and bitter face.

There was another toss in my stomach.I know, I must make up my mind.

If I don't say yes to Karasuma, then the child will most likely die, and so will I.Even if I don't die, and I don't have the bondage of a child, Amuro might treat me coldly. As a man, he has plenty of opportunities, and some are beautiful women who can give him children, but I don't have any. A fetus with such a strange physique must have a huge impact on the uterus. If it is a dystocia or miscarriage this time, I am afraid that there will be no more children in the future.

I have no other choice.

I called Karasuma again.

"I agree to your terms." He seemed to want to complain about my moji, but I interrupted him and said bluntly.

His attitude changed suddenly, and I heard a chuckle.

"Wise choice." He laughed.

"I need to pack some things." I said, "I have a lot of things, can you... can you come and pick me up?"

"No problem, how long will it be?" He readily agreed, as if wishing to fly over immediately.

"Give me an hour." I estimated and replied.

"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in an hour."

Putting down the phone, I took a few deep breaths in the mirror.

This may be the best and wisest choice.

I resolutely went back to the bedroom and packed my things.Not much, a backpack is enough.But I am a bit sentimental, wandering in each room for a while, here are my shared memories with him, Toru Amuro, but that's all.

He is still just a symbolic existence, and I have never actually walked into his heart.

I rubbed my eyes, sat in front of his desk, and left a sentence with a signature pen:

I have left Japan and am expecting childbirth in peace.Don't miss it.Please do not contact.

This sentence is the only one I am satisfied with after tearing up countless notes.

Then I put Haro to sleep.It seems to have noticed something abnormal, and I took a lot of effort to coax it back.

With everything in place, I grab my rucksack and take a last look at his home.

Bye now.

Perhaps, there will be no "goodbye".