[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I accompany him to finish the finishing work.After six o'clock, the only ones who patronized Poirot were students who bought coffee, or office workers who had to work overtime. The hardships of life were written on everyone's faces.

At [-]:[-], I pulled down the curtains and hung the "CLOSED" sign outside the door. Next, we just need to dispose of the leftover food according to its nature, turn off the power supply and tap, and then we can leave.

He is the kind of person who knows what to do, and nothing seems to bother him.He demonstrated to me the procedure every night, and while I was sorting the coffee beans, I watched him with admiration at his ability to do things with ease. I really hope he can give me a little bit of IQ and energy.

Before leaving, I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee, after all, there is likely to be a hard fight tonight.He said yes, so I mixed the three kinds of coffee beans in proportion on my own initiative, ground two cups of fragrant and full-bodied coffee, served them in paper cups, and walked towards my house while drinking.

I used to drink coffee almost every day, so drinking a little at night didn't affect my sleep.However, Natsume Akie's body seemed to have no resistance to coffee, and he began to feel excited after a few sips.

At night in early summer, it was already dark after six o'clock. The faint yellow light of the street lamps mixed with the sparse neon lights on both sides of the street, creating an atmosphere like an old movie.I imagined myself as a shrewd and capable female agent, walking on the road of carrying out the mission with my companions.

Please, someone will wake me up with a basin of water.

"Miss Natsume lives very close." When he came to the door of the apartment, he said, looking around curiously.

"Well, so I am very lucky to be able to work in Poirot." I said sincerely.

"Is Miss Natsume a native of Tokyo?" He asked casually.

"Hmm." I answered shortly, for fear that he would continue to ask similar questions.In fact, I know very little about the owner of my body. I only have the memory of the last few months, and it is not comprehensive. intermittent memory.

I don't even know who her parents are, where they live, where she used to go to school or work.When I met my neighbors in the past few days, I tried my best to pretend not to see them, for fear of being found abnormal.But she seemed very indifferent, and thanks to this, people who often met in the same apartment gave me indifferent faces, as if I was just a wisp of air floating past.

"right here."

I pointed to the place where the dead body still had a white outline, and then moved my finger up to point to the window of my house: "At that time, the three houses above me were lit nearby, the sixth, eighth and ninth floors, and only eight windows were open. The building, so I figured she fell from there."

"Well, it's obvious." He said casually, raised his head and stared upwards for a long time, finally twisted his sore neck, and said to me with a smile, "Then, let's go upstairs."

I looked reserved: "Go...to my house?"

"Of course, it's still too early. There are a lot of people coming in and out, so it's not easy to investigate. Also, can I ask Miss Natsume for a favor?"

"Oh, yes. After all, you are here to help me. I will try my best to meet any requirements."

"I have a lot of questions I want to ask the administrator. In order not to make him suspicious, can I say that I am your boyfriend?" He asked with a smile.

"..." I blinked my eyes.

What else can I do but agree with me, I know very well that he is just trying to verify whether his reasoning is correct, and has absolutely no other meaning, so there is no need to be hypocritical, and I quickly nodded in agreement.

He took one last look at the windows, paused for a few seconds to contemplate, but then moved on again and followed me into the building.

The administrator was a big guy about my age, a little dumb, and seemed to talk a lot.For the next plan, I greeted him with a smile in order to give him a good impression of being approachable, but he opened his mouth as if seeing a strange species, and didn't close it until we reached the elevator door.

Hey, how indifferent is this lady usually, doesn't she even say hello when she comes in and out?

But I have no time to think about it.As the elevator slowly ascended, I became a little nervous.

I didn't have time to wash the dishes this morning, there are crumbs all over the stove in the kitchen, the clothes I changed yesterday are still on the floor, my socks seem to be hooked on the handle of the closet... How could I ignore these?Sure enough, I still lack a sense of substitution for life here.

I felt like my face could be fried.

"What does Ms. Natsume's room look like? I'm still looking forward to it." He said with a smile, the tone of the joke was obvious, but I blushed even more.

Finally, with the same consciousness as going to the execution ground, I took out the key with trembling fingers, and opened the door.

He took a serious look at my door lock, and then squatted down to observe the small opening for delivering letters at the bottom. Seeing that his attention was attracted, I rushed into the room with a stride, trying to at least Pull off the socks first...

However, just as I took down the sinful sock and turned my head to pick up the clothes on the ground, our eyes collided.

"I'm very sorry!" I bowed deeply, wishing I could jump out of the window too.

"..." He scratched his cheek with his fingers, obviously a little embarrassed, I seemed to see a drop of cold sweat slowly dripping down his forehead...

"It's okay, it's okay, I think girls are cute if they are a little sloppy." Obviously nonsense.

"Come in, come in." I tiptoed to close the door like a thief, rolled up my skirt and socks and threw them into the washing machine, Amuro put on slippers, and walked in graciously.

Perhaps due to the occupational disease of the police, he turned half a circle in my living room, looking around quickly and comprehensively, with a subtle puzzled expression on his face.

My heart skipped a beat.This guy is as keen as Sherlock Holmes, so he must have discovered something, right?

I shook my head, throwing out these unreliable thoughts.No matter how smart you are, it is impossible to deduce that my soul is out of my body, and I am possessing the owner of the house like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

But his expression was really scary for a moment, as if he had discovered some big secret I was hiding.But this change was only instantaneous, and when he turned to me, his face was full of a smile like the afternoon sun.

"Miss Natsume, is this house your own, or is it rented? It's very spacious." He walked to the window, looked out, and then walked to the glass cabinet in the center of the living room, staring at Tai in the middle. Dicky Bear, his back stiffened for a moment.

"It's mine." I tried to maintain a calm tone. I called the day before yesterday to check, and the owner of this house is indeed Natsume Akie.It gave me a great sense of security, at least in this strange world, that I wouldn't sleep on the streets because I couldn't find a job.

Strange to say, looking around at other people's houses for the first time is obviously a very offensive behavior, but he doesn't find it annoying at all when he does it, and it is because he is handsome and has a pleasing personality.

We planned to wait until after seven o'clock to find the administrator. In order to avoid embarrassment, I had to try to turn on the wall-mounted TV facing the sofa in the living room.But I wish I hadn't, because I found that the TV cable and the TV connector didn't work at all, the TV wouldn't turn on, and the remote didn't have batteries in it.

"Do you need my help?" He saw my battered back and stood up from the sofa. I turned around quickly, a little incoherently: "No, no, I, I, the wire is broken, and I will go buy a new one in two days. of--"

"Hey, it doesn't have to be necessary, I can fix it, I'm very good at it."

"Don't bother me, you'll be of great help to me if you handle that incident well." My tone suddenly became blunt, he was a little surprised, but soon felt that he might be a little rude, shrugged and sat down again.

Of course, it's not Toru Amuro's style to keep silent after being teased. He leaned back, crossed his legs, and said with a half-smile, "Miss Natsume, you seem to have entered someone's house."

I almost tripped over the wires thrown on the ground, and tremblingly turned around to face him: "Why, how come, hahaha, what I encountered yesterday disturbed my mind, after all, I am a dutiful girl , Unlike some people, who can see dead bodies every day, it is normal to behave chaotically because of fear."

He squinted his eyes and smiled, a look of indifference.

I sighed inwardly.Forget it, this kind of person with keen observation ability can spy on most of the world from a small opening, and it is impossible to guard against it, and it is simply impossible to guard against it.I poured him a glass of juice, went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and boiled water——

A few minutes later, in the reflection of the window, I saw him standing in the kitchen doorway, shaking an empty glass in his hand.

"Do you want another glass?" I shook the water off my hand and asked him back.

"It would be better if there is boiling water." He walked in with a smile and put the quilt beside the kettle.

"The coffee you ground just now is very delicious. You must be a coffee lover." He stared at the bubbling kettle on the induction cooker and asked.

I thought he wanted to break the embarrassment, so he picked up a topic to talk to me, and replied without thinking: "Well, I'm addicted to coffee, and I drink at least one cup every day."

"The blending method of coffee beans was researched by myself. It is very creative. I can try to implement it in Poirot in the future. It will definitely sell well."

I must have been dazzled by his admiration, and said proudly: "Of course, I often grind coffee by myself, and I have mastered a lot of skills. The coffee still needs to be freshly ground before drinking, and the instant one is simply terrible. gone."

"Oh, so why doesn't Natsume-san buy a coffee machine? I haven't seen a coffee machine in your house."

He was still smiling, but I was sweating coldly.

This guy is playing tricks on me.Is it a bit too much!

I slammed the plate in my hand (of course it won’t break it, I don’t have any money for plates), and squinted at him angrily: “Let me tell you, Mr. Detective, I didn’t kill anyone or set fire to you. Are you coming to my house to conduct a census or to help solve the case?"

He waved his hands in a hurry, making a very hurt innocent gesture. Maybe he is just used to observing things, and he didn't want to provoke me or mock me. Maybe none of his previous partners reacted as aggressively as I did, so he didn't realize it. own faux pas.

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't mind." He scratched his hair, like a big boy who has done something wrong.

This action and expression of his instantly extinguished my anger, and I had an ominous premonition that I would probably be crushed by this person in various ways.

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to finish coding in one breath, but I didn’t have enough confidence, and I didn’t want to mess around, so I simply divided it into chapters and chapters.