[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"..."

It took me several minutes to fully digest his words.I have no doubts about his reasoning ability, but he just threw me a thunderbolt.

The thought of someone else holding my key and being free to come and go made me feel like a cow's hair.

"Can't recall at all, miss?" Amuro's fingers slowly moved along the engravings on the headboard, "This person must be the person you trust the most, with outstanding adaptability, and—"

His fingers stopped suddenly, and he looked up at me with sharp eyes: "He can destroy the monitor you installed and put it back without any trace, at least it won't be an ordinary Japanese you met by chance. That guy, Probably the FBI as well."

This amount of information is a bit too much, and I couldn't bear it for a while.There was a buzzing in my head, and I started to walk up and down the room, and he leaned against the head of the bed, watching me silently.

First of all, as Amuro said, this person is someone I absolutely trust [-]%; secondly, he or she should be my colleague, otherwise I would not risk leaking important information and entrust him with important information.

But new problems emerged again.This is all happening under my dead assumption.If I did drown in the river, that person would know somehow that I was out of contact, would come to my house immediately, see the note, and take the next step.

If so, he would have torn up the note as soon as he had read it, and wouldn't have left it there untouched.If he didn't destroy it, it means that he didn't come or didn't think it was necessary.

The former is definitely not, because the monitor in the room has been destroyed, which means that he has been here.But why not dispose of the note?

There is only one reason left -

He didn't think it was necessary.

Because he knows I'm alive, and he knows I'm... not quite right.

My brain hurts just thinking about it here.It's not that my intelligence is not enough, but that the eyes behind me are really dazzling. The part I can deduce, Amuro must have already thought of it. He is observing me, because I have something to hide.

I tried my best to ignore the needle-like pain in my back, and continued to think on the screen.

Change the angle again.If that person is my colleague, then in order to track down Margaux, we can act together. There is no need to put the other party in danger, and the other party steals the information secretly. This is illogical.Not to mention the experienced FBI, even if we ordinary people conspire to do things together, it won't be like this.

Unless he is a member of another organization.

That's not right, other organization members don't need to cooperate with me.And to track down such a repeat offender, how could only two people come here? If there are many people, and one of them can enter and leave my house freely, then they will soon know that I am not dead and will find me immediately.

However, in this nearly a week, I have not met any strangers.In addition to all the parties involved in the falling incident, passers-by A, B, D, and D were met when shopping for vegetables and shopping.

Why didn't they find me?

Because they don't even know I'm not dead.It can be seen that the person I trust is not the colleague who investigated together, but someone else.

Besides, Erica probably came alone.This also explains why intelligence was not left with colleagues investigating the same incident.

She came to Japan about three months ago (I checked the house transaction records), I don't know if she has been here before, but from the memories I recall, I think she spent most of her time in the United States on missions.So she is not familiar with Japan.Imagine I was her, and when I came to Japan alone, my first thought would be to find a trustworthy person who is also familiar with the customs of Japan. Even if I ask him to provide some daily help, it will save me a lot of trouble.

This person learned the purpose of my action and accepted my request.After I "died", they came to my house and destroyed all the monitors, but left a note.No, more than that, he must have taken other things. For example, I did not find items such as laptops and guns. These two items are essential for the FBI to perform its mission.

And I have no doubt that he also replaced the TV cable.Just in case I accidentally turn on the TV and expose my sex life to outsiders.Just like when Amuro first came.

The thought is really meticulous.Who is this person?

The answer is already there.I let out a deep breath, besides him, who else can do this and approach me actively recently.

"Remember?" Seeing me suddenly stop, Amuro asked quietly in the shadow of the curtain.

I pretended to be stupid and scratched my face, but didn't answer.

"Remember that picture of Gin?" he asked suddenly.

"A photo of me and Mr. Akai?"

"I remember the name quite well."

"I'm not an idiot. What the hell are you trying to say?"

"He said that the photo was given to him by Margo. Why did Margo have a group photo of two FBIs, and it was a private photo?"

"Because she was also an FBI." I replied calmly.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting me to get the correct answer before him.

"That's right, I collected a lot of information last night. There used to be a female killer named Gloria, who met all of Margaux's descriptions: expert sniper, strong physical fitness, disfigured by bombs... She was from the FBI."

The name aroused a feeling of extreme disgust in my heart, and I frowned, feeling my blood churn.

This emotion that doesn't belong to me is Erica's remaining anger.

"Kill her!" I suddenly shouted uncontrollably.

"You—" Amuro was startled by my sudden shout.

"Sorry." I rubbed my forehead and shook my head, "I remembered. I came to kill her. She killed my teacher and my best friend who was pregnant. The whole meaning of the rest of my life is to chase after her. She went to the ends of the earth, and crushed her to ashes."

This memory flooded into my brain in such a violent way that I almost fainted at one point, and I grabbed the corner of the table to stabilize myself in time.

"Teacher? Are you referring to Charlie Palmer? The protagonist of the massacre?" He was a little shocked.

"Yes." I gritted my teeth and said, "He is the most respected person in my life, just like a father, I will never forgive that woman. Also, don't call me FBI anymore, I am no longer one of them I took the initiative to take the blame and resigned because I accidentally injured my partner. Now I am just an ordinary woman with hatred. Mr. Amuro, our goal is the same. Although that woman is difficult to deal with, the chances of winning together are still very high. .”

No, more than two people.