[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"As a detective, Sherlock Holmes is indeed the most classic."

"Well, that's true, but I prefer Agatha's Poirot."

"It is understandable that the Queen of Reasoning's reputation is not for nothing. However, the cases she designed pay more attention to reversals and tricks than practical criminal investigation techniques. Perhaps women like it more."

"I don't think so. You are prejudiced against women. I just think that Poirot, who is a bit neurotic and clean, is more real than Sherlock Holmes, who is like a robot."

"Well, they are all world-renowned famous detectives, so there is no need to compete with each other."

"It's clearly you who started this."

The above is a conversation between me and Mr. Okiya after washing up this morning.

This conversation was cut off abruptly by his sentence "It will be eight o'clock in half an hour."

I ran around the lobby of Kudo's house, which was big enough to drive a Maserati, collecting everything I needed to bring to work into my bag.

"Would you like to try the porridge I made." He conjured a pot of porridge out of nowhere and held it with baking gloves.

I was moved and ran over, thinking that this person was really considerate, but the moment I lifted the lid of the pot, the emotion disappeared.

"Well, Mr. Subaru, please use the rice cooker to cook porridge in the future, at least half of it will not be battered..."

He lowered his head in confusion, looking at the pot of mush with a burnt smell: "I read in the book that cooking porridge in an aluminum pot tastes fresher..."

I sigh.It seems that during the period of staying here, for the sake of my own safety, I have to cook myself.

"If you must eat it, please prepare stomach medicine in advance..." I backed away from the pot of porridge, my eyes and nose protested to me.

I grabbed my bag and prepared to leave, but he kindly reminded me from behind: "It's about an hour's walk from the coffee shop where you work, do you want me to drive you?"

Huh?How did I ignore this question.I am the kind of person who is most afraid of the long distance to work. I used to rent a house near my work in order not to squeeze the subway and bus, because I didn’t want to waste time on the road.

I nervously glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already 35:[-], I would have arrived at the store at this time before, and Amuro was a little earlier than me.

"No, no need, I'll take a taxi."

How dare I let him send it, if Amuro sees it, his doubts about me will definitely rocket up.

"This is a private residential area. If you want to take a taxi, you have to walk 10 minutes along the northeast direction." He added.

"..." I froze, moving my lips like a fish in water.

"Don't worry, I'll stop where you think is convenient." He said as he took off his gloves, took his coat from the hanger at the door and put it on.

Five minutes later, we drove out of Kudo's mansion smoothly. I kept checking the time on my phone. He smiled and asked me to fasten my seat belt and sit still.

As soon as I answered, the car rushed out like a red comet, shuttled freely among a group of cars suffering from traffic lights.

Finally, he stepped on his tail at 50:[-] and stopped at the door of a vegetable store [-] meters away from Poirot.

"Saved." I patted my chest.

"As for being so nervous? That colleague of yours doesn't seem like a very strict person." He leaned over the steering wheel and asked curiously.

"No, he is very strict with me." I darkened my face, but when I thought that I was completely lazy as a waiter and he was in charge of everything, I stuck out my tongue guiltily, "I always feel that he treats me Not a good impression."

"It turns out that you are quite special to be treated differently by a person like him." He said with words, the mirror reflected white light.

"You're playing tricks on me, aren't you?" I grabbed my bag strap nervously.

He raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully, and the door lock snapped open at this moment.

"Be careful of being late." He still smiled.

I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car as if saved.

"In short...Thank you, you have helped me a lot in various ways." I said to him across the empty seat before closing the car door.

Saying goodbye to Subaru Okiya, I trotted towards Poirot, racking my brains to make up a reason why I was almost late.

As soon as I entered the store and saw everything in order, I knew that Amuro had made all the preparations.Looking at the spotlessly clean tables, chairs and ground, I feel a little guilty.

At this time, Amuro came out from the lounge. He probably answered a call just now, and he was still holding the phone in his hand, but what shocked me was his expression, an anxious and troubled expression, an expression that I never thought would The look on his face.

I feel stunned and bewildered.

There was a Band-Aid on the edge of his left hand, and his eyes, which were always bright and energetic, were somewhat gray, with a faint layer of dark circles under his eyelids.

I suddenly had a distressed feeling.

He seemed to be bathed in the shadow of loneliness. All the companions around him had sacrificed, and he was the only one who silently shouldered everything.

No one can enter his heart, and he will not let anyone enter his heart.

A man is an island, he reminded me of this saying.

"Are you... all right, Mr. Amuro?" I asked cautiously, approaching him.

He looked at me in a daze, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it.

"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night." He replied lightly, and I noticed that there was also a Band-Aid on his chin, probably accidentally shaved by a razor in the morning.

It's not like his style.

Just then, he sneezed, and I knew he had a cold.

He walked to the door a little unsteadily, and opened the door of the store to prepare for opening.

I followed him lightly, and when he turned around, I put my palm on his forehead.

He froze on the spot.

So hot!Let alone 39 degrees.

Not only that, he didn't even notice my "raid", and he was obviously out of shape.

"Go to the hospital quickly, your forehead is about to boil." Seeing that he didn't resist, I pressed my hand even tighter.

The scalding temperature passed into my body like an electric current, which made me shiver.

"It's just a cold, don't make a fuss." He moved my hand away and said a little sullenly.

"Why don't you take a day off, I won't tell the store manager, even if it's to repay you for your previous hard work."

"This kind of ailment doesn't matter," he touched his forehead, but was taken aback by his amazing heat.

"Damn it!" I saw him clenching his teeth tightly, with a very angry look on his face, "Why is it at this time, damn it!"

His haggard appearance made my heart sink, and my nose was a little sore, so I grabbed his hand with both hands on impulse.

His hands were also very hot, and the protruding blood vessels were like ravines. I imagined the feeling of being touched by these hands for a moment, and my whole body felt numb.

Hey, what's wrong with me?Is it in estrus?When did you start being so rude?