[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I paced the room like a trapped animal, trying to calm myself down.

The fact that Gloria was going to kill me terrified me at best, because I didn't remember her very well, and aside from dropping bombs under my seat and assassinating me at a distance, she left me with no particular shadow.But Gin and the black-clothed organization behind him are different. When I saw their suddenly narrowed pupils, my hair stood on end, and I felt genuinely terrified.

And they were mad at me.

The reason may be my former FBI status and my partner relationship with Akai Shuichi (this is not difficult to investigate), and unfortunately I also "observed" their conversations, with Gin being cautious, I would rather kill by mistake than miss Killing character, it's normal for me to be murderous.

What is hard to understand now is why Karasuma Taku also obstructed this matter.Before that, I had never seen him, why did he protect me?

People must have a purpose in everything they do. Is there any use value for me?

Suddenly, two strange high-pitched howls came from downstairs, like some kind of carnivore.

Amuro and I looked at each other, he motioned me to stay in the room, he opened the door to see, I grabbed his clothes corner.

"I'll go with you." I said firmly.

He froze for a moment: "Whatever you want." Then he took out a pistol from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand.

I took the gun and was inexplicably moved.Is he protecting me?

But my gratitude quickly evaporated like a drop of water on a hot pan.

"There are only three bullets in it," he said. "Save it. Also, shoot when you aim, so you don't accidentally hurt anyone."

It’s true that a dog can’t spit out ivory, so I ran downstairs behind him angrily.

I am also a good sniper at any rate, and the pistol is naturally very slippery, probably.

We stopped in the middle of the stairs, overlooking the living room in a mess, the porch door was wide open, and the cold smell of rain filled the whole house.

However, at this moment, this mess is not enough to grab our attention, because our eyes are all attracted by a muddy "person" squatting in the middle of the living room.

It should be a person, because it has the outline of a person, except that it is on all fours like an animal, and its eyes have the yellow light of a dead fish.

It was naked, biting a man's stomach, and I tried not to think of what that bloody thing was wrapping around his arm in circles.

Its hair is disheveled, and its skin is strange, bluish blue, mottled, and glowing with an excessively smooth color.That's not human skin, it's a bit like—snake skin!

I shivered and grabbed Amuro's arm.

Lying at its feet was the man with the crew cut.

He had been disembowelled, his neck was twisted at a strange angle, and had apparently been wrung out.It's the same as the ponytail girl named Tsuruta.

I was scared for a while.Because the one who died tragically should have been me.

But what kind of monster is that?

At this moment, it is completely intoxicated by the fresh flesh and is indifferent to our appearance. Its cheeks squirmed greatly, and the flesh and blood splashed around its mouth.

gross.

I immediately thought of "The Creeping Man".

Could it be that it is also——

Karasuma Takuya's words came to mind last night. He mentioned the monster created by Frankenstein. He must know something, and he came here for this matter.

All the investigation of the wind direction and the trip to Vienna are all nonsense.

I looked around and found him in the shadow of a huge vase.

"Mr. Karasuma..." I looked at him from above.

He walked out of the shadows slowly, shook his head, and said to himself as if to himself: "It's a total failure, it's completely degenerated into an animal."

I looked at him in surprise.

Sure enough, it was a "person".

Karasuma Taku also walked up the stairs and stood beside us, watching the scene of the monster eating brutally from a height together.

I couldn't bear to look any more, I turned my head to look at his profile: "That... what? Is it Frankenstein's monster you mentioned?"

He smashed his mouth with regret, and began to explain: "It is the son of the Tamiya couple. He is only 12 years old. He has been weak and sick since he was a child. Many doctors asserted that he would not live this year. In desperation, the Tamiya couple turned to the field of biology. , agreed to let my son be a biologically modified experimental subject, and if he succeeds, he might be able to survive."

"The initial experiment was very successful. The boy quickly became healthy, and the couple were very happy. However, the good times didn't last long. About half a year later, the boy began to mutate. He liked to eat meat, especially carrion. His skin gradually changed color and cracked, and finally he even ran to the road. The couple chained their son in the basement and regularly hunted down roadside pedestrians, dismembering them and freezing them until their flesh started to rot before feeding the boy."

Although I had a premonition, I was still shocked when I learned the truth.

"What kind of transformation experiment is that?" I asked tremblingly.

Karasuma smiled lightly, as if he didn't think it was a violation of human relations: "He was injected with lizard serum once a week for the first three months."

lizard……

I recalled the stickiness when I was pressed, which turned out to be the touch of its skin, the unique slippery feeling of lizard reptiles.

I didn't vomit when I saw the corpse in the freezer, this time I really vomited it out.

I am most afraid of cold-blooded animals, such as frogs, lizards and snakes. I am terribly afraid. When I see the kind of fear that I can't even walk, I can't even look at the pictures.

This kind of experiment is simply too perverted.

The author has something to say:

Why is Chapter 45 blocked? There is obviously no description that goes beyond the rules. Should that word also be harmonized? Cry?_?