[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

My name is Kazami Yuya, I am 30 years old, and I am a police officer.

Today, I am also working hard.I first went to the store to return the clothes that Mr. Jiang Gu asked to return. I found that the men's clothing in the mall was holding an event. There were a few shirts that were especially suitable for Mr. Jiang Gu. My eyes lit up and I bought them without thinking.

While paying the bill, I imagined the handsome Mr. Jiang Gu wearing these clothes, and I couldn't help feeling a little excited.

According to the request of Ms. Lizi from the Finance Department, after I opened the office under the name of the Ministry of Public Security, I drove to the laundry shop and took out the windbreaker that Mr. Jiang Gu asked me to dry clean.Seeing this windbreaker, I recalled the scene when he tried it on again. With slender limbs, broad shoulders, and healthy wheat-colored skin, he looked like an agile leopard, and even the sales lady was stunned.

Why do such perfect people exist in the world?I asked myself more than once.

That's right, Mr. Jiang Gu is my boss, a boss who is one year younger than me.

He is conducting a double infiltration investigation, and he has to devote his energy to handling part of the public security work, which is very hard. As his most trusted subordinate, I must do a good job in logistics support.

Such as taking care of puppies, watering flowers, shopping for vegetables and so on.

But recently, Mr. Jianggu seems to have something on his mind. He doesn't take Harrow for a run every morning, and he always comes home very late.I don't know why he is troubled, and I probably won't tell him if I ask him. I rarely see him like this. Could it be--a relationship problem?

No, no, no, I can't just guess. How could a person like Mr. Jianggu have such low-level confusion.

I restrained my imagination in time, pushed up my glasses, passed a slow-moving Audi, and drove towards the Metropolitan Police Department.

In the afternoon, I will attend a work seminar, and I will have dinner at the unit at noon.But the thought of canteen food that smells strange because of the new pipes makes my stomach ache.

I really want to go to the shop where Mr. Furuya works part-time and eat sandwiches made by him.

In the evening, I dragged my heavy body, which was tired all day, to Mr. Jiang Gu's house.When I arrived, he had just come home, looking so deep in thought that I didn't even notice that I had accidentally scraped off his favorite celery leaf.

Just as I tiptoedly put the vegetable leaves into the flowerpot, pretending to fall off naturally, he suddenly turned his head and said to me:

"Hey, Kazami, please do one thing."

I stood at attention: "Please order!"

"I'll give you an address, please help me monitor a person tonight." He said, quickly wrote down an address, and showed me a photo of a woman.

She was a very pretty girl, with long auburn hair, a well-proportioned figure, and wore the same apron as he.

"It's the woman who works with me. From the time she gets off work at [-]:[-], you follow her to see if she goes home as usual, and if she leaves the residence before ten o'clock, report to me at any time. Oh, be careful stalking, she may have a certain anti-stalking ability.”

I am a little stunned.It feels a bit... weird to follow women who work together.

However, I followed Mr. Jiang Gu's request and rushed to the Polo Coffee Shop where they worked part-time.

It's [-]:[-] now, half of the lights in the store have been turned off, a few customers are playing with their mobile phones while drinking drinks, and there is a high school student with acne all over his face quietly peeking at my follower , A cup of milk tea can be drunk more slowly than decoction.

I pretended to be taking a taxi on the opposite street, and was thinking about whether I should go in for a further observation, when a man wearing glasses brushed past me and walked towards the coffee shop.

I felt an indescribable oppressive force, which made me immediately alert.

I looked around, but I didn't see any signs of breaking the law. I couldn't figure out where the oppressive feeling just now came from. Could it be an illusion?

The man in the turtleneck had entered the store, talking to the subject of his stalking.The woman had a conflicted expression on her face, and kept picking at the lace of her apron with one hand.

Then the man sat by the window and drank a glass of wine.His eyes seemed to catch me, but he didn't seem to notice me.Suddenly, the siren of the police car resounded through the night sky, and I saw the woman running out anxiously, followed by the man, a car of a criminal name drove crazily across the street, and a cloud of fine dust was rolled up I sneezed.

I saw the two chatting for a while, and then she actually left the store door wide open and got into a new red Subaru sedan with the man.

They actually rushed ahead of the police car and tracked down the suspicious car!

I was dumbfounded, briefly short-circuited in the exhaust of the roaring police car.

Later I learned that two insane robbers killed the security guards of the jewelry store. They accidentally touched the alarm while loading the jewelry, which attracted the police. They hijacked two little girls who happened to be passing by and fled to a supermarket. Close the gate and ask the police to evacuate. After they escape successfully, they will send the two hostages to the train back to Tokyo.

During the process of being hijacked, the two children seemed to see the robber's face when they took off their masks because of nervousness.So they will either be rescued, or they will be torn apart.

I squatted nearby for more than half an hour, and finally saw the police escorting the two suspects into a police car, and the hostages were picked up by an ambulance that arrived later.Because it was a non-official follow-up, I couldn't ask the people in the Metropolitan Police Department about the specific situation, but just watched silently.

Then I lost track of the woman.When I arrived at Poirot, the shop was closed, and she appeared to have returned and left again.

Unwilling to give up, I came downstairs to her apartment and waited (her window was still dark). Maybe God helped me. After more than ten minutes, I saw the red Subaru again. The driver was still the same squinting driver. Man, my stalker sneaks out of the car and runs into the apartment building while looking around.

Her overly cautious look aroused my concern.Did she find out about my stalking?After all, she was identified by Mr. Jiang Gu as someone who has anti-stalking capabilities, so I'd better stay away and observe.

Just when I was struggling, the woman quickly ran out, got into the car with a schoolbag in her arms, and made an OK gesture to the driver.

Then, they left, leaving me alone in the wind.

Later, I watched downstairs almost all night, but I didn't see the woman come back.At 02:30 in the morning, I staggered back home like a zombie, and emailed the results of my observations to Mr. Amuro.

Then I fell asleep on the bed with my shoes on without washing my face.

Sure enough, tracking or something is not my forte.

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