[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

Despite his horrific aura, my focus was on my poor wrist, which I gripped and grinned as if two bones were out of place and the pain would never go away until I moved it back.

It's been really bad luck tonight.

I wiped the corners of my eyes in severe pain. When I was a child, I dislocated my ankle once. I recalled how the orthopedic doctor handled it at that time. I tried to push the dislocated joint back, but because of the wrong technique, I wailed again in pain.

A black shadow appeared under my feet, and Karasuma Taku also walked towards me. Half of his dark shadow completely covered me, and half of it was projected onto the cold wall behind me.

He pinched my wrist with two extremely strong fingers like he was holding a mobile phone fished out of the toilet. I looked at him in horror and forgot about the pain.

"This is your own trouble, you can't rely on me." His tone was as if he was afraid that I would touch porcelain, the haze on his face was swept away, and the white and plain face reflected the light of the fluorescent lamp.

I was shocked by the sudden change of his expression, which was as fast as the Oscar-winning actor who played the role of a multi-personality killer.

He raised his eyebrows at me and said with a smile, "It might hurt a little bit, bear with it."

As soon as the words expressing the tone came to my ears, a burst of pain spread along my wrist and all my limbs. I thought he had pinched my entire arm, but the momentary sharp pain quickly disappeared like a tide , my wrist reset.

I looked up at him with teary eyes and sniffled.

The snot is coming out...

He took out the pack of tissues I gave him in the car from his pocket, took out one and handed it to me, and stuffed the rest back.

I took it obediently, wiped the snot off my nose, then looked up and continued to look at him.

Didn't he want to chop me up?

He pouted towards the freezers containing the body parts: "Don't look at me with that look, I didn't do it."

My eyes were still suspicious, but my expression was submissive.

"Why are your bones so hard, Wolverine?" Seeing that his expression softened, I forgot to complain about the pain when the scar was healed.

He sneered, and said bitterly, "I can't compare to a great hero. It's just that I'm born with hard bones."

No one would believe this kind of excuse to fool a child.

"Then what are you doing sneaking around here at night?" I asked.

"You don't have the right to talk about me." He teased, left my side, looked along the five freezers one by one, and even reached out to fiddle with them, which made me sick for a while.

"Didn't you accidentally discover that there is a cellar here?" I moved towards the door.

"It was discovered by accident." He continued to lean over the pieces of meat, not looking at me at all.

"Are you really just here to check the direction of the wind and pick up something? Why doesn't Madam know you?" I continued.

He straightened up and turned to look at me: "Because it's the first time I've seen Madam."

Is this guy planning to continue fooling me like a child?

Seeing my sullen face, he spread his hands in a good temper: "I didn't lie to you, this is really the first time I've seen this couple."

He seems to have said this sentence several times, and he also said it when we were looking at the painting together.

For the first time...the couple...

Why use "this couple" instead of directly calling them "Tamiya couple"?He wants to refute that I can just say "I have never seen the Tamiya couple", why should I go around the title.

I suddenly widened my eyes and looked at him: "Could it be that you mean..."

God, I'm so stupid, he obviously hinted at it very vaguely.But, who would think about that?

But how to explain those two weird boys?Who killed the woman in my house?

He raised the corners of his mouth, his neat teeth shining brightly: "As expected of a former FBI investigator, his reaction is not too slow."

I was angry at first, then surprised immediately, and pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about, FBI investigator?"

He laughed without saying a word.

"If you want to solve the case, you can just find your colleague." He glanced at the door, "It's a live lock, and it can be opened with a twist. But——"

He paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes when he looked at me: "If you accidentally deduce that the murderer is me, you have to excuse me, otherwise I might do something terrible."

He stretched out his two palms that were made of steel like a mighty force, I froze all over, blinked my eyes and couldn't speak.

"Actually, I have always wanted to test the tolerance of the human body. For example, among the 206 bones, how many pieces can be crushed to death, and which parts can be crushed to make life worse than death. This kind of experimental results is very suitable for traitors. .Do you want to be my research subject? It is said that women have much stronger endurance than men."

He said this with a smile and squinted his eyes, and looked my body up and down seriously.

I shuddered, remembering his hard bones, and realized he could have crushed me into a pile of powder with his bare hands.

"I... I know..." I muttered, "I won't talk too much..."

His squinted eyes narrowed again, I was so excited that I ran up the stairs quickly, twisted open the door and rushed out.

What a horrible person.

But when I ran to the kitchen, I stopped abruptly.

How does he know I'm from the FBI?

Is he really a member of that organization?And they already thought I was an obstacle and exchanged information with each other?I remember seeing only gin, vodka and Belmode, which of them pushed me out?

No, I'm completely innocent!Don't take me as a thorn in your side, let alone a silver bullet, I'm nothing more than a rusty bullet casing.

I suddenly thought of the other two girls. I didn't know if they were still alive, so I ran to the hall in a hurry before I could get entangled.

In the corridor, I saw that the hall was actually lit, and I was so scared that I shrunk back into the darkness all of a sudden.

"Come out." Amuro was sitting on the sofa, hunched over, with his forearms resting on his knees.He was facing me sideways, but he could hear my footsteps.

I moved out hesitantly, smelling like frozen pork.

He turned to look at me, stood up calmly, and walked towards me with a strange look in his eyes.

"What smell?" He sniffed my hair, "Where have you been? Why is there a fishy smell?"

It seems that he just came down.I remembered Karasuma's threat, and I didn't know how to answer with a sullen face, so I simply said nothing.

He curled his lips a little guilty, picked up a blanket from the sofa, and put it on me.

Nothing was said.

This kind of obvious scumbag's remedial behavior after the incident really had a good effect, and I was very disappointed.

It's so frustrating.

"By the way, will the other two girls be in danger!" I put aside my personal grievances, life is at stake.

"Alive, sleeping well." He said calmly, "As soon as you left, I went to check on them. The girls are all there, but the two men are gone."

I'm a little unhappy.Of course, I was very happy that the two girls were safe and sound, but at that time I was obviously very hurt and lost, but he was fine and went to play detective games as if he had nothing to do. It seemed that I was the only one who was stimulated by the whole incident.

"Go upstairs, I have something to tell you." Seeing my face turning pale and pale, he dodged his eyes slightly.

I suppressed my anger, not letting him see my depression, and followed him to my room on the second floor, where the body of the ponytail girl was still standing upright, and the spots became more obvious.

Amuro walked up to her, lifted her upper body up without fear, brushed her hair back, and let me see the strangle marks on her neck clearly.

"She was not strangled by chains, the chains were just a cover, her neck was snapped by a strong hand. For some reason, after she had been dead for a long time, the murderer strangled her again with iron chains The neck of the forgery site, since the blood has long been stagnant, such traces are not difficult to see."

"Oh..." I nodded, his reasoning was really smooth.

But what he said next made my hair stand on end.

He put the body on the ground and let me take a good look at my bed.

It was only then that I noticed that there were many mottled mud marks on the sheets, and there were large areas of dried water stains near the pillow and the middle of the bed. Because it was water mixed with stains, there were still clear marks after drying.

I looked down at the corpse. Her clothes were very dry, and there were no traces of drying after being wet, which meant that she didn't make them dirty.But the sheets were clean and white before I went to sleep, what the hell—

He sighed helplessly: "With your level of vigilance, you don't even know you were strangled to death in your sleep. You are so defenseless."

My surprised eyes moved back and forth between him and the bed.

I suddenly remembered the feeling of ghosts pressing the bed when I was sleeping, and my whole body went numb.

That's not a ghost pressing the bed, it's someone really pressing on me!

"Ah!" I covered my mouth, feeling terrified, "I thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be real, my God!"

Amuro rolled his eyes, and said with a little displeasure, "Could it be that you still thought you were having a sexual dream?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you! By the way, you already found out why didn't you tell me?" I asked angrily.

His poisonous tongue once again showed its power: "I thought you would enjoy it very much, and I can't bear to let your beautiful illusions be shattered."

I was so angry that I was trembling all over, and picked up the chains on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

I really want to strangle him.