[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The next day, I arrived at Poirot early, but Amuro was earlier than me. When I opened the door refreshed and walked in, he stood impartially by the door of the dressing room, and he just raised his eyelids when he saw me. , a look too lazy to say hello.

I ignored his indifference, hummed a little song and put the backpack and the coat hanging on the arm on the chair beside me. I am in a very good mood now, and the sense of relief after the heavy burden is suddenly unloaded is like a burst of rain, which makes me rejuvenate Ruddy complexion and vitality.

"Good morning, Mr. Amuro." I greeted politely and walked towards the dressing room where he was standing.

When I got closer, I noticed that there was a faint shadow under his eyes, so he asked without thinking, "Did you rest well last night?" He glanced at me angrily, and said teasingly:

"I'm very busy, not as free as your FBI."

Well, that's true.He is really busy, busy with four divisions.I stuck out my tongue and didn't care about him.

However, he stood motionless at the door, leaving only an arm-width gap. I wanted to go in and change clothes, but he remained motionless, as if he was deliberately against me.

"Well, can I go in for a while?" I put on an easy-going expression, looked at his face and asked carefully.

For some reason, he seemed to be holding a grump, like a hand grenade, and I didn't want to set him on fire.

He looked at me silently, then dodged to the side, and I took the opportunity to sneak in and close the door gently.

I put on my part-time job uniform and tied my hair into a fluffy ball.When he went out, he was no longer at the door. Mori, father and daughter, and Conan came to the store early, and sat in their usual seats. Amuro was preparing their breakfast.

He talked and laughed with these three, as if they had changed the set.

"Ah, good morning, Miss Natsume." Xiaolan greeted kindly, and I walked over with a smile on my face.

"Miss Natsume looks different today." Xiaolan said, "It seems to be more beautiful and energetic, isn't it, Conan-kun?"

Conan looked at me seriously and nodded: "Well, sister Natsume's complexion is much better than before."

I scratched my hair: "Where is it, I just had a super comfortable sleep last night."

There was a "shua" sound from behind, and Amuro inserted a kitchen knife heavily into the storage rack.I feel that his displeasure today probably has something to do with me.Although I have no idea where I offended him.

I approached Conan's face and lowered my voice: "Did Mr. Okiya tell you?"

"Well, I greeted Brother Shinichi." He blinked and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect Miss Natsume to be the FBI, I didn't see it at all."

"Haha, it's not your fault." Who made me lose my memory, and I don't have the aura of the FBI at all.

Before eight o'clock, the three of them finished their breakfast, those who went to school went to school, and those who went upstairs went upstairs. A few customers came to the shop sporadically and ordered some regular food.There are more and more pedestrians on the street. Looking at their figures rushing to work, I feel that I am really at ease.

Suddenly, a dark blue shadow flickered and stopped at the door.

Why is this person so familiar?

Wide jaw, thick build, isn't it Investigator Cameron?

He hesitated for a moment before opening the door and entering, and once he entered, he scanned the entire shop with admiring eyes.But he immediately looked back and coughed lightly.

"Welcome." I pretended not to know him at all, obviously he didn't know me either.

"Ah, hello." He chose a seat and sat down, and I put the menu in front of him.He picked up the menu and looked at it perfunctorily, then ordered an Americano and a sandwich.

I turned around to get ready, and saw Amuro glancing at Cameron with a disdainful look, and sighed inwardly.

This guy really hates the FBI.Seeing that he had absolutely no plans to prepare the meal, I had no choice but to prepare it myself, but the steamed sliced ​​bread for the sandwich was too soft.

I'm sorry, store manager, Poirot's reputation may be damaged today because of my clumsiness and Amuro's inaction.

I put on the sweetest smile I could, and handed my limp sandwich to the thoughtful investigator.

"Thank you. Oh, by the way, I heard that there was an explosion near here yesterday?" He glanced at the food I served superficially, but didn't notice anything unusual.

It turned out that he wanted to inquire about the situation of the case.

How could he care about it?

"It's just a normal car explosion." I shrugged and filled the paper drawer next to him.

"Are there any casualties?" He asked after taking a sip of his coffee.

Even as a layman, I can see that his questioning skills are not high enough.

"Who knows." I replied ignorantly.

"You must have participated in it?" A very magnetic voice appeared behind me, I turned around in surprise, and saw a tall, very handsome blond man entered the store at some time and was standing behind us .

He was like a ghost, with no breath at all, just appeared out of nowhere, and I didn't notice the movement of him opening the door at all.

He folded his pockets with both hands, his water-blue eyes were as clear as gems against the wheat-colored skin.

"Gene—" I called out his name.He's been in my dreams a few times, he's tracked down Gloria with me, and—

In a dream not too long ago, I deliberately missed the bullet during an operation and shot him in the forearm, thereby getting out of the FBI.I knew that Erica was doing this to make a break with Gloria alone, but being able to choose him as a partner proved that the relationship between the two was quite unusual.

In the dream, he grabbed my shoulder angrily, with such strength that he almost crushed my bones.

"You are going to die!" he shouted.

Now, this person is standing in front of me with a smile that is not a smile, his expression is very calm, but his thin lips are stretched into a straight line.

Cameron stood up when he saw him.

I remember that he seems to be the leader of a group, but it has nothing to do with Cameron.

He curled the corner of his mouth at Cameron, beckoning him to sit down, and then kept looking me in the eye.

"It's Gloria in the car, isn't it?" he asked gently.

I hesitated, but nodded.

"I knew you'd be successful." He smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke my hair.

I shrank back a bit, and he was a little stunned, but he withdrew his hand and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Hey, isn't there something wrong with this ambiguous atmosphere?Aren't you Beth's boyfriend, don't you have an affair with Erica?Is the relationship with foreigners so complicated?It's not going to be as messy as Gossip Girl, is it?

"Are you going to work here in the future?" He looked around the store, a little curious.When his sight swept over Amuro, he froze slightly.

"Well, I'm not going back to America," I replied in Erica's voice.

"Then your answer is to refuse, can I understand this?"

Answer?what is the answer?

Seeing my blank face, he squeezed out a wry smile: "That's fine, your mission has been completed. After Mr. Xiuyi left, you have never liked the work of the FBI very much. Later, it was all about avenging your teacher and Beth. And kept at it. Now you're free to do whatever you want, and I'll take their place...thank you."

As he said that, he suddenly approached me, held the back of my head with a powerful hand, pressed it forward lightly, and pressed his forehead against it at the same time.

A strange sense of familiarity washes over us, as if we've done this before.His slender eyelashes touched my eyelids, bringing a tingling sensation.

After half a minute, he let go of me, very simply.

"Cameron, meet up on the [-]th floor of Mihua Mall in half an hour." He seemed to be a different person, and his tone instantly became official and capable.

"Yes!" Cameron, who had just sat down, immediately stood up again, with a respectful attitude, watching his whip-like figure to the door.

I have an ominous premonition.

"I'm sorry about that night." When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, said with a smile, and then left.

What happened that night! ?

Why is it getting more and more chaotic?

"He...he became your boss?" I opened my mouth wide, my face full of shock.

"Well...he is now taking over the position of Mr. Akai." Cameron said sincerely, knowing that I was once a colleague, he was completely defenseless.

I stared at the place where he left for a while, feeling that something would continue to be complicated.

It is said that I will stay in Japan, why did it seem like life and death just now?

Cameron and I stared at each other.

Volume Two: Black Cat Villa