[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Damn Bourbon."

Margaux ran wildly along the almost deserted street. She had just used cloth strips to restrain the bleeding place, but she had to find a car immediately, one was to facilitate escape, and the other was to prevent the wound inflammation from spreading, leading to amputation .

She has been to this street countless times, but she never thought that today is a traffic control day.In her impression, there has never been a traffic control day in Japan, but why is there almost no car on the entire street.

The sound of the roar of the police car was getting farther and farther away. She faintly felt that she had been tricked, but she didn't think much about it. She always did things based on her emotions. Although she was talented, she was always criticized for not thinking well.

The current priority is to deal with the wound as soon as possible. She must stop a car so that her legs will not be in a state of rapid running.

Suddenly, she saw a white truck parked in the empty space ahead, and a tall man in blue overalls and a peaked cap of the same color was unloading, with several cardboard boxes piled up beside him.She gritted her teeth, threw the man down from behind with all her strength, and jumped into the driving seat.

The car key was inserted in the car. She closed the door and was about to turn the key when she suddenly stopped.

When he just knocked the man down, he didn't feel the gravity he should have, as if he fell down by himself following his own movements.

Moreover, this place is an empty field, not even a house in sight, what is he unloading here?

Not right.

She was just about to get up to check, when suddenly there was a "click, click" in her ear, like the sound of a clock.

She shuddered all over.

It's a pressure-sensitive cock, the same one she had installed before.

"Better not get up, it will explode."

A somewhat familiar man's voice rang in her ears, she turned her head in horror, and saw the bespectacled man who was in the coffee shop just now lying on the car window and looking at her with a smile.

"There is an old saying in China that if you do many wrongdoings, you will die. It is you, Gloria." He took off his camouflage hat and scratched his short flaxen hair. On top of the FBI."

"You guy, who the hell are you?"

"Mr. Palmer is an old friend of my father's, and I am just an obscure helper in revenge."

As he spoke, he made a hand gesture that the FBI used to greet her, and stepped back and left.

The moment he walked out of the range of the explosion, the car immediately exploded like fireworks. The raging flames mingled with her short screams and circled into the air, startling a group of crows on the utility poles.

He watched the car melt little by little in the raging fire, as if remembering a certain past event, he licked the corners of his lips with a half-smile, turned around and left without hesitation.

On his way back, he passed police cars and fire trucks.He stopped and sent an email on his phone.

"The snake has been sent back the same way, and the case has been successfully closed."

The recipient is Erica.

Afterwards, he sent an identical email to Natsume Qiujiang.

Five seconds later, I received a reply from Natsume.

A crying smiley face.

He still doesn't understand women.In the end is to cry, or want to laugh.

Just like that stupid woman.

The author has something to say:

The meaning of the snake. Anyone who has seen the "spotted tape" case should understand it. I recommend watching it. I watched Sherlock Holmes when I was in junior high school. This case impressed me the most. I always use it to scare my friends.

I also recommend watching "The Night the Comet Came". It's really beautiful, but I may not understand it several times. I listened to a UP host's commentary at station B, and the commentary was also very good.