[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The store was suddenly very quiet, only the sound of the clock ticking away could be heard.

Now there are only the three of us in Pollori, and the three of us, each with his own ulterior motives, are confronting each other with half-hearted smiles.

Please, can someone say something first?Don't you masters use brainwaves to PK?

It was Amuro who fulfilled my wish first. He blinked, stared deeply at the two of us one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on Okiya Subaru:

"You guys have this kind of relationship, it's really beyond my expectation. But you look familiar, haven't we met before?" His tone was very unfriendly, and his shining eyes were sharp.

Okiya Subaru smiled and replied: "Maybe I met me by chance on the way to deliver food. I have been doing scientific research with a doctor and rarely go out. I can't think of where I will meet you."

After the one-on-one answer, there was silence again.

The sun cast the shadow of the ginkgo tree outside the window onto the floor. Okiya Subaru was standing in the thick and mottled shadow of the tree at the moment, while Amuro was leaning against the dark place behind the dining table, with his arms folded across his chest, mouth With a distrustful smile.

In the huge storefront, I was the only one standing in the sunlight, every expression was clearly exposed.Okiya Subaru took my arm and gently pulled me into his shadow in a way of declaring possessiveness.

His arms are lightly wrapped around my waist, if I can get rid of my unfamiliarity and embarrassment, and lean my head on his shoulder, it will be more convincing.

He smelled of a proper cologne perfume, which was vaguely pleasant, which fit his personality as a high-level intellectual at the moment.My head stiffly tried to lean against his shoulder, and it bounced back quickly just as it was about to touch the woolen fabric.

No, I still can't do it.I retracted my head in embarrassment, the place around my waist surrounded by his arms was hot and itchy as if it was on fire.

I guess he was probably afraid that I would lose my high IQ, and be spotted by the old fox with dark fur and poisonous eyes opposite me.

But this old fox must already know his identity well.Just like yesterday's reasoning, there is someone I trust very much who is probably a companion of the FBI who helped me a lot after I came to Japan, and now this companion is embodied in Okiya Subaru, Amuro can basically conclude that he will destroy me The person who monitors the room and does things without leaving traces is the uninvited guest in front of him.

I'm a little terrified.If you think so, wouldn't Mr. Okiya throw himself into a trap?Why is he doing this?Hasn't he always disguised himself carefully, secretly protecting his lover's sister?

He suddenly turned his face slightly towards me, one corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and a flash of inspiration flashed across my mind, as if I understood the reason for his doing so.

He knew that with Amuro's intelligence, he would be investigated sooner or later. If he took the initiative to expose himself before Amuro cast the net of suspicion on himself, the suspicion would be reduced.

Of course, it was not Akai Shuichi's identity that was exposed, but the identity of the FBI.He can pretend that he is anyone in the FBI. Anyway, Amuro can't figure out the details. This is Japan, and no one knows the FBI better than him.

In this way, people will not associate him with Akai Shuichi.

Of course, these are all his strategies after I suggested last night that An Shi might be an undercover police officer.Moreover, the relationship with my boyfriend and girlfriend will make the little girl next door let go of some of her guard, which will be more helpful to the tasks of both parties.

I squinted at his smiling side face, but felt that he was more like a cunning fox who was always thinking about something.

"Then, are you also a member of that organization?" Amuro straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, "I must have guessed that this lady with a big mouth has already told you everything, I guess you step on it Not just to declare your identity to me, right?"

"You're right. Our interests at the moment should be the same. Can we help each other for a while?" Subaru Okiya's tone suddenly increased at the end of the sentence. I saw Amuro glance at me quickly, and my face turned red.

I made the same request to him yesterday, but he pulled his face away and kept his mouth curled up for a long time. His expression was obviously mocking my overreaching, which made me stare with anger and feel greatly insulted.

In the end, he neither agreed nor denied. I saw that he was alive and kicking after the fever subsided, so I resolutely pushed and shoved him out, squatting at the door and sulking.

But when he thought of being rescued twice by him at the risk of his life, and being comforted responsibly for a long time, he felt that he was too stingy and artificial, and he had no sense of the overall situation, and he immediately felt guilty.

The feeling of just being in contact with his body surged up, and the weight of his hot and powerful upper body pressed tightly against my body through a thin layer of fabric made my whole body tremble.I folded my arms and squatted in front of the door panel for a long time, my mind went blank.

When my legs were numb from squatting, I stood up tremblingly holding the door frame, walked all the way to the mirror by touching the wall, glanced at it casually, and was startled by my bright red face in the mirror.

I slapped my face hard in the mirror.

It must be because the peripheral nerves were damaged after squatting for a long time, the blood flow was not smooth, and the face turned red, and it was not caused by the thought of his naked blood spurting...

Or it might have been eaten away by his cold virus, it must have been.I quickly drew the curtains and opened all the windows to let the virus-soaked air flow outside.

But my heart was beating wildly like it was electrified. I tried my best to tell myself not to be sentimental, that is not a man who can be easily admired, but the more I talked about it, the more frequently his every move came into my mind Hey, I developed a subtle feeling for him like those silly schoolgirls in the store.

I was so upset that I took out the sniper rifle from the TV. Its touch in my hand was like the voice of a familiar old friend. I stroked the barrel, and a strange feeling quickly subsided. Impulsive like estrus, I gradually regained my composure, and a kind of excitement before hunting suddenly erupted from the depths of my body.

I heard my own voice calmly echoing in my mind:

"Promise me, you will kill that woman. Don't be afraid, you can do it."

In the evening, I packed everything up, wrapped the bag with the gun in a sheet, and took a taxi back to Kudo’s house.

"Please teach me how to assemble it." I threw the gun bag to Okiya Subaru, "I'm going to kill Gloria!"

The slight sound of the door opening brought my thoughts back. When I saw someone coming, the three of us entered our respective roles at the same time.

"Welcome!" Amuro and I burst into signature smiles one after the other, Okiya Subaru naturally bent over the dining table, and at some point there was an extra menu in his hand.

"Then let's have a sandwich and an Americano." His tone seemed to be that he finally made up his mind after deliberating and choosing for a long time, and his acting skills were as proficient as Belmode in the movie.

Then he walked to the door and sat down, picked up a magazine on a shelf and started to read.

"Wait a minute, bring your share right away, Mr. Heiner." I smiled sweetly.

The old man wore a very kind smile as usual, walked to the old seat by the door and sat down on crutches, and sat across from Okiya Subaru through a glass door.

"It's still so cute today, Natsume-san." He greeted without any abnormality, and I brought his food and grinned at him without any abnormality.

"Is your blood pressure still high? Would you like to try our newly launched passion fruit tea, which is very effective in lowering blood pressure."

"It's true to reduce blood pressure, but the stomach of the elderly is relatively weak, so it's not suitable to drink too much." A gentle voice sounded at the door.

I was taken aback when I saw the visitor, and quickly glanced at Amuro. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said to the visitor in a warm welcome tone:

"Don't you have to go to school today? Come here so early, new teacher?"

From Amuro's subtle expression, I guessed the real identity of the person. I took a peek at Okiya Subaru, and saw him smiling meaningfully. His eyes did not leave the magazine in his hand, but the index finger and middle finger of his left hand began to touch the table. Gently and without rhythm.

I sighed.

If she knew the real identity of that person, I don't think she would pretend to be a new teacher.But she should be Amuro's foreign aid, and her role is not difficult to guess.

As an expert in disguise, she can obviously tell whether the old man is wearing a layer of skin very quickly.

I clenched the hand under the tray, suppressing Erica's waking resentment.

Please, don't be impulsive, I said in my heart, you are professionally trained, you should know the consequences of impulsiveness, do you want to die again?

The sudden rage subsided after Mr. Heiner came in, I let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the semi-open dining table where Amuro was.

A good show is about to start, and the protagonist, or the main role, is me.

I can't back down.