[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Hey, is there a mistake? Aren't we trapped inside now?" The one of the three girls who had been sitting stiffly suddenly raised the volume and shouted in a high-pitched voice.

I identified it carefully, and she was the girl who was frightened and cried by the thunder when we first came in. She had beautiful long straight hair dyed blond. She was sitting on the left edge of the sofa, with a flaxen large Waves, on the far right is the ponytail girl who always looks at us.

"There's nothing you can do about it, don't make a fuss." The ponytail girl glared at her through the big waves, "Pay attention to controlling your emotions and don't cause trouble!"

After being reprimanded, the blond girl choked twice, and the big wave immediately hugged the blond girl's shoulders affectionately, patted her on the back, then turned her head and said dissatisfiedly to the ponytail girl: "Tsuruda, you Can this problem of giving orders be changed? It’s so annoying! I don’t even think about whose fault it is that caused this situation?”

The ponytail girl glared back: "Stop being hypocritical, Nagase, I'm sick of seeing you as a peacemaker! Don't think I don't know about the shitty things you did behind your back, and I can't blame me for what happened today On the head, if you want to blame it, blame that squeamish young lady in your arms!"

Da Bolang didn't turn back, she frowned and turned to look out the window.

"Okay, please calm down." Among the boys, the calm one said with a straight face, and exchanged a gloomy look with another boy with a short cut and square face.

This conversation is very unusual.I looked at them in surprise and felt a sense of disobedience.

What is "at this point"?Shouldn't they be grateful to the Tamiya couple for keeping them from being exposed to the torrential rain?This is already the best result they can encounter, why are they even more angry?

And the delicate atmosphere between the five of them.Being able to go on an outing together, at least the relationship will not be too bad.But it's just a storm, is it necessary to blame each other so angrily?

I can't figure it out.

At this time, Mrs. Tamiya poured tea for everyone, and I held up the tray and took a couple of sips lightly, and what the ponytail girl said just now echoed in my mind.

"Pay attention to controlling your emotions and don't cause trouble."

who?The Tamiya couple?What's wrong?thrown out?

The two boys sitting across from me whispered something together, and when they put their heads together, the ponytail girl quickly gave me a wink, and then stood up with a whoosh.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she said.

After that, he walked around me angrily.

I thought she was cueing me to follow, but I didn't act right away.Because I saw that when she spoke just now, she was looking straight ahead, instead of talking to her two female companions or the owner of the house.

And as soon as she finished speaking, the two boys who were whispering immediately glanced at her vigilantly.

My gut tells me to hold still.

After a few minutes, the sound of a toilet being flushed came from the corridor on the right.I pretended to be careless, spilled tea on a corner of my clothes, and then said to my wife, "I'm sorry for dirtying your clothes, I'll go get some water to wash it off", and quickly turned into the corridor.

I passed the ponytail girl at the corner, and she walked past with a blank expression, without leaning half a millimeter from the corner of my eye, so that I felt that I was thinking too much.

But I went to the bathroom anyway.

I opened the door and pretended to pour water on the place where the tea stains were stained.Out of female instinct, I habitually raised my head and wanted to look in the mirror, but I suddenly saw two numbers written on the mirror.

The upper number is 808 and the lower number is 101.Neatly arranged up and down.

I am stunned.

The number was written on the mirror with a finger using the water vapor in the bathroom that hadn't dissipated. According to the clarity of the handwriting, it can be concluded that she just left it.

But what does that mean, is she trying to tell me something?If so, why didn't you tell me directly, what is she tabooing?And she... why is she looking for me?

I raised my hand to wipe the mirror clean, stroked my hair and walked out.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I bumped into that sullen boy.He said "I'm sorry" casually, stretched his neck to look into the toilet, and then dashed in and locked the door.

It is estimated that he has been waiting outside just now.

So weird.

I took suspicious steps and walked back to the living room step by step. Amuro was leaning on the fireplace with folded arms, staring at the lace of the carpet thoughtfully. Stop and admire each painting.

He stayed in front of one of the pictures for a long time, until I lightly stopped behind him, then he turned his body slightly and asked, "Miss Natsume, what do you think of this picture? "

I leaned forward again and looked carefully at the paintings on the wall.

This is an abstract painting of a figure. A bearded man drawn with straight lines is half-faced and staring into the distance with a solemn expression. His eye that can be seen is completely black, like a bottomless There is a hole, and the distance he is staring at is a circle of black vortexes. Using the visual residual effect, the vortex seems to extend infinitely behind the wall.

After looking at this painting for a long time, my heart feels cold.

I looked at him puzzled.

"The person in the painting is Nietzsche." He smiled at me, "This painting is a tribute to Nietzsche made by a well-known painter. It intends to show that when you fight against the darkness, the darkness is also against you. If you are not careful, you will be pulled into the whirlpool by the darkness, and you will never be able to break free."

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you." I remembered Nietzsche's exact words.

He smiled gently: "That's right."

"Actually, this is not your first time here, right?" I stared at his profile and asked.

"How come, I'm seeing this couple for the first time tonight." He continued to smile, unmoved by the questioning tone in my tone.

I wrinkled my nose: "Really?"

"Really." He replied, still smiling.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed to another painting above Nietzsche's abstract painting: "That is the monster created by Frankenstein."

"I know." I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled: "I'm sorry, I like to talk to myself sometimes, and I don't mean to despise your talents at all."

"..." I didn't respond, and looked up at the sad face in the frame with him.

"Becoming a monster is not its original intention, everything is the sin of the people who created it." He said with emotion.

I looked at his faintly moved face, and said with some confusion: "That's because its appearance is too scary. If it looks good, the ending won't be so miserable."

His eyes slanted downward, staring at me strangely for a while, and his tone was inexplicably cold: "Monsters are monsters, they should all be damned."

The coldness he exuded when he said this made my whole body tremble.

I looked at him in surprise, his pupils suddenly constricted for a moment, like gin, giving people a huge sense of trembling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He almost instantly recovered his original harmless smile, as if everything just now was my hallucination, "I'm more prone to empathy, but I actually think it's sad from the bottom of my heart , that's all."

Another burst of thunder rolled by outside the window, and then I remembered the marks I saw on the bathroom mirror just now, and quickly turned to look at the girls, and found that they were no longer sitting on the sofa, and the boy with the crew cut was gone.

"They're a little sleepy, so they're going back to their room to sleep first." Mr. Tamiya explained, "There are many vacant rooms on the second floor, enough for one person. How about it, why don't you go back to your room and sleep, maybe the next day It stopped raining in the morning."

I walked towards Amuro, who had moved to the sofa at some point.

There are too many unimaginable things in this house, and I must stick to the only person who makes me feel safe.

It was really boring to stay in the lobby, there was no signal, no TV, and nothing could be done, so we all agreed to go upstairs to sleep, so Mr. Tamiya picked up a bunch of keys marked with the room number from the coffee table, and led us to the second floor. The corridor on the left side of the building.

"Several students are in the guest room on the right, and there are exactly three more rooms on the left." He opened two opposite guest rooms, and when he was about to open the third room, all the keys were inserted, turned and pulled out again. come out.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that the bed in this room is broken. One of you has to go to the third floor to sleep. The room there is the same as the second floor, but there is no bathroom."

I involuntarily leaned closer to Amuro.

"I'll go." Karasuma Taku also smiled contentedly, and followed the owner to the third floor.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Amuro squatted on the ground, lying on the lock of the door that was not opened just now, and observed carefully.

"Strange thing." He muttered, "Doesn't he know that the door can't be opened?"