[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The iron chain was very heavy, and it took me a little effort to pull it up. If I wanted to swing someone with it, I couldn't do it without enough arm strength.

Gripping the chain, I glared at Amuro angrily.

Where to start?The neck is obviously the easiest to attack, but also more likely to be blocked; the face seems to be a good choice, but I still kindly don't want to disfigure that handsome face.

I move my gaze down.

Well, just the crotch, and by the way, it can solve a big disaster.

Seeing me staring at his "Tower of Babylon" with a "evil" sneer on his face, he seemed to have a chill in his heart.He blinked at me and scratched his face with his right index finger.

"I think it's better for you to save your energy. Next, we may have to face an unknown creature with strange power." He said matter-of-factly.

I gouged him out and said angrily, "I'm just warming up, don't worry about it."

But I put the chain down anyway, because it was too heavy.

Amuro's eyes fell on the window, and I looked over, and saw that the curtains were wet, and there were some stains on the nearby carpet.

He strode over and drew back the curtains, and I followed and saw the same mud marks on the window sill as my bed.

But the windows are locked from the inside.

He crossed his arms and reasoned:

"While you were asleep, a creature crawled in through the window and squatted on your bed. As for what he did, only you know. He didn't squat for long, because someone sneaked into your room by accident. , became your substitute. It killed the man, and it will probably kill you soon, but another man comes, he chases it out, closes the window, hides the woman's body under your bed, in the You have been in a deep sleep during this process, without realizing it."

With the previous shocks as a foreshadowing, I am not very frightened by this inference.Even if a mysterious creature might bite off my neck, even if a dead-looking corpse lay "back to back" with me for a long time, I would just break out in a cold sweat.

"What kind of creature is that?" I said to myself, and suddenly remembered a story.

Like "The Speckled Band", a story that left an extremely deep impression on me.

It was a case in "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" called "The Creeping Man". It was about an old professor who, in order to win the love of a young girl, took risks and injected monkey serum into himself in an attempt to rejuvenate his youth and obtain With a strong body, but a genetic mutation occurred, he climbed along the outer wall of his mansion like an ape all day long, and almost died in the end.

I told Amuro this story. As a detective, he should have known it long ago, but he has been listening to me silently, as if thinking about something.

"'Whoever seeks to rise above nature sinks below it,' I recall Holmes summing it up," I said.

He looked up at me with a little smile on his lips, but he didn't say anything.

I had a cold spot.

I was hesitating whether to tell him about the basement, but he suddenly approached me, stretched out a hand and touched my lower abdomen.

I backed away like an electric shock.

He smacked his lips and looked a little unhappy: "Is this dress a little tight for you?" His tone was not very gentle.

"Just, just a little bit tighter!" I shrunk my stomach vigorously, in great embarrassment.

He ignored my embarrassment and continued: "I see you are a bit thinner than Mrs. Tamiya, why do you wear her clothes tight?"

"Maybe it was worn by Madam before, when she was still relatively thin..."

"No, judging from the color and feel, it is the clothes I often wear recently." He said.

"You mean, this is not Madam's clothes?" I lowered my head and tugged at the fabric that was tightly attached to my belly.

The corners of his mouth were tense, as if he was holding back a smile. When I raised my head, I caught this trace of sarcasm, and my ears turned red with anger.

You must lose weight when you go back.

"That's right, there is something wrong with Mr. Tamiya." He rolled his eyes and put aside his snort at my fat, "The door next to us, he didn't open it before. Do you remember his Action? After he put the key in and turned it around and found that he couldn’t open it, he said that the bed in the room was broken. After he left, I checked the keyhole carefully, and it was covered with a thin layer of wax. It is locked, so naturally it cannot be opened. But isn’t this his house? Why doesn’t he have the slightest impression? The act of dripping wax into the keyhole must be deliberately done to prevent the door from being opened again, remember No matter how bad it is, you shouldn’t forget it.”

"Oh." I said not very flatteringly.One is to avenge the past, and the other is that I already understood that he came to the same conclusion as me after half listening to it.

That was the one who received us last night, not the real Tamiya couple.This is exactly the truth that Karasuma Takuya has been hinting at me.

This way everything has an explanation.Karasuma was the first to run in, and found that Mrs. Tamiya had changed, so she observed quietly.When I was making tea in the kitchen, Madam kept talking to me because I was guilty and afraid of being recognized. Fortunately, I didn't talk too much, otherwise I don't know if I can live to this day.

Huh, so where did that fake couple go?

I looked at the rain that was gradually weakening outside, and had a guess.

They've probably slipped away.

If this is the case, then those people in the basement were killed by the Tamiya couple.I suddenly remembered the two fully clothed corpses in the freezer. They were probably the real Tamiya couple.

"What are you thinking?" Amuro asked suddenly.

"No, it's nothing." I said in a panic, "Well, Mr. Amuro, this place is really weird, let's leave now."

He stared at me sharply, and suddenly smiled:

"Are you trying to hide the fact that the hitchhiker is in the kitchen basement?" he asked, laughing.

It turned out that he knew everything.

"How...how did you know?" I suddenly felt a surge of fear, not admiration for his reasoning ability.

This person's eyes are too poisonous and his thinking is too vivid, sometimes he always leaves you nowhere to hide, and he can't hide anything.

"Because I was the first person to find out." He replied with a confident smile.

I hugged my shoulders and felt a chill.

"While you were all asleep, I was walking around the house and found the cellar. When I went down to check, someone locked the door from the outside, and I had a hard time picking the lock to get out. When I went out, I saw the door There was a light flashing outside. It was the light of the car leaving. I guessed it was the fake Tamiya couple. They killed the real Tamiya couple in the name of being guests. They were about to leave, but they were caught by the sudden heavy rain and the two Trapping untimely lodgers. Then they pretended to be the Tamiya couple and entertained guests. No one knew the real Tamiya couple anyway. After all these uninvited guests were settled and the rain outside became less, they ran away .”

"That means you've already discovered all this when I knocked on your door, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, why didn't you say it earlier, you still have the intention to tease me!" I shouted angrily.

He spread his hands disapprovingly: "I see you are so scared, I want to comfort you, and help you check if there is any injury, after all, that guy has been pressing on you for so long, in case you lose a kidney, you don't know ,what to do?"

Damn, he's teasing me again.No matter how dull I am, I don’t know if I lack a kidney——

"Then, have you been following me since I left the room?" I suddenly thought.

"That's right, I saw you walking sideways in the dark like a crab, and you managed to hold back your smile." He seemed to think of the picture of me walking crookedly again, with the corners of his mouth flying.

I didn't have time to pay attention to his intermittent banter, but realized a very terrifying fact.

He watched Karasuma Takuya swagger past him, and then pushed me into the basement, threatening me.

These two people should not be a group, right?

He looked at my expression, as if he guessed what I was thinking, and smiled:

"Yes, he took the initiative to turn on the lights in the hall to expose himself."

"Then... don't you have any doubts?"

He shook his head.

"why?"

"Because he called me 'Bourbon'."

It really is a gang.

"Then you are not afraid that he will kill me and throw me into that pile of corpses?" I suddenly realized that I might be worthless in his eyes, and I would die if I died.

"How could it be?" Amuro looked at me with a complicated and strange expression, and his voice was a little astringent, "Because he was the one who prevented Gin from removing you from the very beginning. Since he has done this, it is necessary to kill me here." drop you?"

"?"

I'm completely bewildered.

Gin is going to kill me?

Karasuma stopped Gin from killing me.

Amuro knew all this all along.

I have drawn these three conclusions from his words.However, my brain was rusted after that, and it didn't work at all. I leaned stiffly against the door panel, and suddenly felt that I was actually in danger all the time. Gloria's death was just a temporary relief, and the more terrifying The hunter was cleaning his gun, and the muzzle of the black hole would be raised at any moment, pointing at my head.