[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I don't know which neighborhood this is, I don't know Tokyo at all, and now it's dark outside, and I've lost my way.

But I still ran as much as I could, out of his house, out of his building, out of the range he might chase, I was really afraid that he would chase me out and drag me back, he was really scary just now, That crazy and violent eyes, like steel-like palms, almost crushed me.

There is also the feeling of being split and turned, which is terrible...

I stopped in a secluded alley.

It’s about eight o’clock now, because there are almost no pedestrians on the road on a cloudy day, which makes my disheveled look less ostentatious. I lean against the wall and pant, every joint in my body hurts, that place is more like being repeatedly scratched by a knife Tearing the pain like brushing.

I hid behind a huge black trash can, sat down with my knees hugged, and cried for a while, until more blood gushed out and I started to feel scared, so I leaned on the wall and stood up tremblingly.

I hardly dare to put my legs together, and every step hurts. I finally understand the pain of those girls who have suffered misfortune. This kind of injury is not only physical, but also psychological.

I think I may not be able to accept the opposite sex normally in the future.

I pulled my pants down to reduce the friction a bit.After the grief gradually subsided, the pain in my body became more and more obvious. I felt very uneasy, and I didn’t dare to go to the hospital with a big fanfare, so I had to grit my teeth and see if there was a clinic on the side of the road. medicine.

The clinic I passed by first was quite large. I saw a few patients in it receiving injections. There was another male doctor sitting by the door and window. He quickly turned his eyes and continued walking, for fear of being seen by them.

It was like it was written on my face that I had just been subjected to a sexual violence.

I was ashamed, how should I tell the doctor about my condition?It's really hard to tell.

In any case, a clinic with a female doctor must be found.

I don't know if I can survive until then, the blood is already dripping down the trouser legs, I've never been so scared, why things will develop like this, I really want someone to be by my side, to be with me Let's face the doctor together.

However, it is impossible for such a person to exist, so I can only bite the bullet and move forward.

The night wind was a bit cold, I hugged my shoulders tremblingly, and finally saw a simple but clean clinic between two closed restaurants.

The nameplate at the door said "Yuki". Through the slightly open door, I saw a slender female doctor not a few years older than me watering flowers in the corridor.

She has a pair of slender legs, and she is wearing brown-red leather high-heeled shoes. She looks very beautiful, and the corners of her eyes are slightly drooping, with a lazy look that is always a little tired.

I opened the door cautiously, and timidly called "Doctor Yuki".

My voice is very hoarse, but even though I shouted hoarsely and begged him to let me go, he was like a wild beast out of control, almost crushing me to pieces.

The female doctor squatted and turned her head, saw me stunned, then put down the watering can, and strode towards me.

"You—" She looked at me, and her eyes swept over my chin and neck with obvious fingerprints, red and swollen cheeks, wrinkled top and exposed collarbone covered with scars.

My strange standing posture and shy expression on my face further confirmed her speculation. She took my arm with some pity, patted my face lightly, and said like comforting a child who dared not get a needle: "Don't be afraid, come inside and I'll check you out."

After all, he locked the door, put his arms around my shoulders and led me to a spacious consulting room at the end of the corridor.

"How are you feeling?" She handed me a tissue to wipe away any remaining tears.

I tried my best to calm down the fear in my heart, gritted my teeth and replied, "I... bleed a lot. Although it's... the first time, the amount of bleeding is a bit abnormal, and... it hurts..."

"Take off your pants and lie down on that chair, let me see." She said disciplinedly.

I anxiously walked to the reclining chair for gynecological examination, took off my underwear, and sure enough, I bled a lot. I couldn't bear to see my miserable appearance, so I sat down on the chair trembling.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think. There was the sound of the clock hands moving in my ears. I focused all my attention on that regular rhythm and adjusted my breathing accordingly.

She checked carefully, raised her head, and sighed heavily: "Did you—didn't call the police?"

I suddenly opened my eyes, and she was looking at me sullenly: "Call the police, there is no need to condone such a bad rape."

I shrunk my shoulders and shook my head: "No, it's not that serious, I, we are both inexperienced for the first time... Can I prescribe some painkillers and hemostatic drugs..."

She opened her eyes in surprise, as if she heard a very stupid answer: "What a silly girl, she is like this and she still covers criminals. Do you know how badly you were injured? Those who didn't know thought you were gang-raped. Listen to me, I'll deal with it for you later, you go to the police immediately!"

Angrily, she took out a syringe, a pair of gloves and a small medicine bottle from the airtight freezer.

I was terrified by her anger. Her attitude showed that I was indeed seriously injured. I trembling my lips and asked, "Do you need any medicine? Can you prescribe some for me, and I can take care of it myself when I go back..."

She sighed heavily again, tore off the plastic packaging of the syringe, and looked at me with angry and concerned eyes: "Your vagina is severely torn, and it's not a simple rubbing that caused redness and swelling, it needs stitches—— At least five stitches."

I fought a cold war.I knew it was serious, but I didn't expect it to be this serious.

I looked at her as if asking for help, unable to even speak.

She took out a bottle of iodine, put it beside me, lowered her head, and put on a gentle tone: "I'll give you an anesthesia injection first, it hurts a little bit, and you'll feel nothing after you endure it, don't be afraid."

I lay down again and let her treat my wound.It hurts, it really hurts, but about ten minutes later the anesthetic took effect, and she sewed up the wound almost unconsciously.

I sat up awkwardly and swallowed one sob after another as she went to pour out the used cotton balls and injections.

Too much.

"You can come to have the stitches removed after ten days, and don't have any sexual activity during this period-of course you won't, seeing how scared you are. Don't eat spicy and irritating food, and protect yourself, no matter what Whoever did this to you for what reason, stay away from now on, it's a lunatic."

After she washed her hands, she brushed my messy hair behind my ears.

"That... Doctor Yuki," I said hesitantly, "can you prescribe me a box of... contraceptive pills?"

She widened her eyes suddenly: "No condoms?"

I shook my head timidly like a prisoner on trial.

"You fool." She seemed speechless to me, "Okay, I'll prescribe a few tablets for you, the success rate is as high as 90% before tomorrow night, remember you can only eat one piece. You can take up to five tablets in a year, if you If you still want children in the future."

I nodded blankly.

She looked at me silently again, sighed and turned around to continue looking for medicine.

Holding my scarred body, I suddenly wanted to find a place where no one was around, and cry a lot.

The author has something to say:

Have a backup, don't worry,

The heroine is so miserable, I can't bear to code the previous part.I must have read too many European and American suspense novels recently, the taste is heavy