[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I wiped all the tables after the previous customers left, and the shop suddenly fell into a deep sea-like silence, only the sound of Amuro stacking plates, Okiya Subaru occasionally turning a page of magazines, and Mr. Heiner’s knives and forks and dishes The sound of clinking disks.

With my back to these people, I repeatedly wiped the unstained table.The silence in the store made me feel depressed and nervous. I would rather just wipe the table for a whole day than compete with these famous actors.

I half turned my head, glanced back from the corner of my eye, and saw the new doctor resting his chin on one hand, looking at me with a smile on his lips.

"Have we met before?" He blinked.

"It's an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation, and there's a new doctor." Amuro pulled out a snow-white rag from under the dining table, and put it on the front panel, "Occasionally keep up with the times, such as coming to the store every day to order expensive ones. The food, like this Mr. Heiner, is sure to impress Miss Natsume."

Mr. Heiner didn’t have any abnormal reaction, he just smiled back, chewing his plate carefully and slowly, I saw the new doctor looking at the old man sharply and covertly while making fun of us , the corner of his mouth inadvertently hooked.

Then he slowly raised the index finger of his right hand and snapped his fingers: "Give me an espresso, big glass."

I have no doubt that this is a hint. As for what it means, I don't know, but the undercover behind the dining table can see it clearly. They exchanged a subtle look, and Amuro went to the cupboard to get a small box of coffee beans calmly. I came to the sink, cleaned the rag and put it on the rack.

My "friend" was still reading the magazine calmly, without any action. I once wondered if he was deeply attracted by a certain section of the magazine.I stabilized my mind, pretending that nothing would happen, and calmly did other cleaning tasks, but even so, when I opened the toilet door to wash the mop, I stumbled at the door.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, carefully put the mop back into the bucket, then continued to walk to Amuro with my head down, and gave the new doctor his ground espresso.

In fact, he should have brought it over, because usually whoever finishes it is responsible for it until the end, but he was clearly hinting me to do this with his eyes. I don't know if he has other plans or he just wants to torment me.

"Thank you." The new doctor took the coffee, took a sip from the mug, "Ms. Natsume is new here, where did you work before?"

"Eh? I... used to be a cashier at a supermarket." I lied hastily.

"It's the cashier, it's really hard work. It's better here, the guests are all lovely, and there are such handsome male colleagues." He squinted one eye and joked.

"..." I was speechless.

While smiling politely, I returned to the dining table with the tray in my hands. Seeing that there was still some Americano left in the coffee pot, I brought it to Okiya Subaru and refilled half a cup for him.

"See anything interesting?" I glanced at his magazine.

He smiled: "Well, there is a very interesting old story published here. It is a case in the Sherlock Holmes collection - "The Spotted Band". I reread it and feel that I have gained something new."

Nonsense, what you read is clearly an emotional interview, recording various mental journeys after breaking up.

"That's right, 'spotted tape', oh, I remember, it's a story about two sisters and a stepfather who murdered them." I followed his words, "I remember the ending was unexpected .”

He smiled meaningfully, and the metal frame shone brightly in the sunlight coming in from the window.

"Treat the person in the same way as the person, you can use this sentence to summarize the whole case."

As soon as he finished speaking, the new doctor who was drinking coffee suddenly shook his hand, and the cup rolled to the ground and broke. Blood spilled.

I was dumbfounded.Which show is this playing in?

"Oops, is he poisoned." I was the first to run because I didn't believe he was poisoned.

Amuro was about to call the ambulance when Subaru Okiya at the door suddenly clutched his stomach and moaned. Although the movement range was not as violent as that of the new doctor, it was obvious that he was poisoned.

Hey, you are enemies, how can you have such a tacit understanding?Didn't communicate beforehand and just went on acting like this?

I was in a hurry and didn't know who to take care of.Amuro quickly called the ambulance and the police.

I have no doubt that there was no one on the other end of the line.

At this time, Mr. Heiner, who had been calm all the time, suddenly became a little nervous. There was more than half of his dishes left, so he wiped his mouth and got up to leave.

Amuro and I looked at each other.

In such an unexpected situation, normal people would not want to leave immediately, let alone half of the food was eaten.

The first thing normal people care about is whether they will be poisoned too.Because other people who ate in the same restaurant have an attack, will I also be exposed to the source of the poison?He would very much hope that the medical staff who rushed over would do a check on himself.What's more, this poisoning incident is likely to be man-made, and the police will definitely ask him to record a statement after they arrive.

So he must have a ghost.He cannot undergo a medical examination, nor can he be detained by the police.

Disguise requires time. Sweating and nervousness will cause cracks in the skin. It is not obvious to ordinary people, but for a person with a large area of ​​scars on his face, it is easy to expose.

Amuro rushed ahead of him and closed the door tightly.

"Please wait a moment, a poisoning incident happened here, just in case, please wait for the police to arrive." He said calmly.

"Or do you have a reason to leave?" He continued with a sarcastic smile.

The old man who had always had a kind face suddenly let out a ferocious smile.He raised his arm and pushed Amuro away with the crutches he carried with him:

"Get off."

His voice was no longer deep and thick, but rather sharp.

"You are so uncooperative." Amuro grabbed the other end of the crutch and pulled it towards him.

The crutches did not move at all.

He smiled lowly: "As an 80-year-old man suffering from high blood pressure, your strength is too great, right?"

After finishing speaking, he bent down and turned around neatly, and grabbed the old man's face with his free hand.

But he didn't succeed, the old man jumped away at a speed no less than his, threw away the crutches that were braked, and jumped nimbly into the corner by the gate.

Then, he drew a pistol from his heel and pointed it at Amuro: "Stay out of my way, Bourbon."

Amuro smiled and raised his hand, the old man tore off the skin, revealing a woman's face that was a bit horrified.

I can't forget that face, it successfully merged with the nightmare in my memory.

"When I kill that woman, everything will be over." She said hoarsely, her voice was as cold as the skin of a cold-blooded animal.

Then her gun was pointed at where I had been standing.

However, there is no longer my figure.

"Erica, don't hide. Didn't you always want to kill me? Let's have an upright duel, don't keep hiding like a turtle." She smiled maliciously.

I took a deep breath, the cold floor I just wiped under my body, Amuro had already led her to a convenient position for me to shoot, but I could feel his distrust, because he purposely hid in the form of surrendering and retreating. He stayed far away, as if he was afraid that my hand would slip and hurt him.

The door panel of the bathroom, two small openings were opened in advance, and covered with the same color cloth, it is impossible to see from the outside, my gun barrel is blocking one of the openings, squinting one eye, and aiming through the other. The gun aimed at Gloria's left calf.

"boom."

I didn't hesitate, because I had an inexplicable absolute confidence when I picked up the gun. The bullet hit her calf amidst her laughter, and she screamed unexpectedly, and Amuro took the opportunity to kick her pistol away.

"You—are you in the same group? You really have collusion with the FBI, Bourbon." Her surprise faded away quickly, and a fierce expression climbed up her entire face again.

The sound of a police car approaching could be heard faintly in the distance.

"Don't you run faster?" He kindly reminded, pouting in the opposite direction of the police car.

"Cut!" Gloria gave me a vicious look at my hiding place, pushed open the door, and fled along the northwest street.

Today was a traffic control day, and ordinary vehicles would not pass by on this street, so her escape seemed easy.

I hid the gun behind a pile of mop poles, patted the water on my chest, and walked out of the toilet.

The new doctor lying on the ground and pretending to be dead slowly got up.

"Oh, good marksmanship, really worthy of being one of the best snipers in the FBI." With a familiar expression on his face, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and touched the corner of his mouth to wipe away the fake blood.

I don't know how Belmode knew my name, I grinned dryly, only to find that Okiya Subaru, who was lying on the dining table by the door and pretending to be poisoned, had disappeared at some point.

Can this guy know ninjutsu?It disappeared out of thin air, not only me, but even Amuro was a little shocked.

Because none of us noticed his departure.

I suddenly remembered what he said just now.

Use the way of the person to treat the person's body.

Is he going to-