[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

too close.

It was so close I couldn't even breathe.His eyes were so deep that I couldn't even see my own reflection.

Who is this guy with a hostile body and fierce eyes?

"Answer me." He looked like he was torturing a prisoner, I looked at him dryly, so cramped that I couldn't even move my eyes.

His gaze was too sharp, if it wasn't for the support of the door panel behind me, I might have slumped on the ground.

I bit my lip, my mind went blank, I couldn't even make up a decent answer, I could only look up at him with a frozen face, watching the impatient expression gradually appear on his face.

One of his arms was propped on the side of my head in a wall-like manner, and the other arm was slowly raised, and his two slender fingers gently pressed the bottom of my neck with the fragrance of vegetables.

I can feel the pulse there, and under his pressure, it beats like a flood about to burst a dam.

"You're brewing a lie, that's why you're so nervous." After half a minute, he let go of his hand, "This is a small lie detection method that your fbi is used to, isn't it familiar?"

After all, he looked at me questioningly.After a few seconds, the muscles around my eyes that seemed to have died were finally able to move, and I quickly lowered my eyelids to avoid his needle-like gaze.

However, before my eyes could leave his neck, my chin was pinched and lifted up by his hand, and my eyes returned to the position where I was looking at him.

His hands were a little hot, and the bones in his hands seemed to be poured with molten iron, so hard that he couldn't break free.

My face was even redder than before, my heartbeat was almost tangible, and I put both hands on his chest that kept leaning forward, in order to gain a little safe distance.

I understand that his actions are just to make me unable to look away, and capture my true thoughts through the instantaneous changes in my eyes, but this action, this ambiguous atmosphere, it is hard not to make me think of something very shameful.

So even the roots of my ears are red.

A feeling of grievance made the corners of my eyes moist, but I held back and didn't show any intention of crying.

How should I put it, the owner of this body, a powerful female agent, cannot be allowed to act too embarrassingly.

"Then, Mr. Amuro, what is your position? From what position are you questioning me? The underworld? The international police? Or are you really an undercover agent of the FBI?" I resisted his oppressive force and used Retorted in as sharp a tone as possible.

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to ask such a question.

"Instead of questioning my identity, why don't you think about why your companion, if I'm allowed to call you that, would question your relationship with me. That informer named Margaux is obviously trying to frame you on purpose, and you don't intend to fight back for a while?"

After finishing speaking, I gave myself a thumbs up in my heart.

I didn't expect that I, who has always been gentle, would be able to hate people so sharply, and the one I hate is still not an easy person.

He looked at me, with complex emotions fluctuating and changing in his eyes, and suddenly he sneered.

But he didn't let go of his grip on my chin.

"You are really strange." After a while, he said.

Afterwards, he narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. I was exhausted by being forced to look directly at him for nearly 10 minutes. Although his face is very attractive, if it weren’t for this situation, I would be happy to keep admiring it… …

He suddenly moved closer, leaning against my ear, his voice lingering outside the eardrum: "Then answer me a question, are you—are you the FBI?"

"I...not." I replied subconsciously, but my intuition told me that instead of entangled with a character like him, it's better to just tell the truth, so I continued, "Actually, I used to be, but I... lost my memory."

"Are you kidding me?" he responded almost immediately.

I felt as if he wanted to crush my neck.

I sighed and said calmly: "Believe it or not, the fact is like this, are you going to kill me? Don't forget what you said just now, if I die, you will be the first person in the same workplace A suspect."

"Really?" He returned to his sunny smile, "but it depends on where you die. If you accidentally fall into the water, or get stabbed on the way home, it doesn't matter to me. Kill I have thought of more than ten ways to get rid of you now."

I felt cold all over.

I pushed his rock-solid chest hard, trying to keep him some distance away, otherwise I would be suffocated by the breath I didn't dare to breathe out.

He suddenly grabbed one of my wrists, pulled it up, and pushed up the three-quarter-length sleeve suddenly, looking along the armpit to the elbow.

"I don't have a bug on me..." I said dumbfounded.

He raised the corners of his lips, and continued to look down.

"If you do this again, I'll sue you for sexual harassment, Mr. Amuro." I wanted to shake off his hand, but he held it tight on purpose, as if confirming something.

"With your skill that day, it should be easy to break free, right?"

"So, I have amnesia, and I can only fight back in a conditioned reflex under extremely special circumstances."

"Then it seems that I can only test your skills if I try my best." He looked eager to try.

With a sad face, I was pulled limply by his grasped hand, expressing the meaning of "whatever you do, I don't intend to struggle".

Seeing my lack of fighting spirit, he curled his lips in boredom and let go of his hand.

He was finally willing to take a step back, and I quickly took this opportunity to step aside, like a chick who saw an eagle.

"Let me just believe what you said." He walked back to the center of the room, and threw the cigarette butt that Gin had just snuffed out on the table viciously into the trash can.

I thought of something, and suddenly said boldly: "I revealed my identity because I trust Mr. Amuro."

He was stunned for a while, and suddenly that terrifying look of extreme oppression appeared on his face.

"Did you misunderstand me a lot? I'm not a safe person in your eyes, not at all."

If I didn't know his details very well, I'm afraid I would be scared out of the door.

What a dishonest man.