[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Well, Mr. Amuro, can we not do this..."

I grabbed the hem of my clothes nervously, and my eyes wandered around uneasily, for fear that the neighbor who suddenly went out would bump into this scene.

"Huh? Don't worry, I'll be there soon." His eyes were full of eagerness, as if he was very excited about what was about to happen.

"Then...then please be gentle..." I leaned back, my body was pressed against the wall covered with white tiles, my heart was beating wildly.

What should I do? I'm so nervous. It's my first time doing this, so I'm completely unprepared, and Amuro looks like he's a veteran.

The wall behind me was as cold as iron, but my body was burning hot.

His slender and strong fingers moved nimbly, I held my breath, stared at him closely, and pricked up my ears to listen to the movement around me.

click-

"It's done." He looked up and smiled triumphantly at me, refolded the wire into several knots, put them in his pocket, and stood up.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted my chest: "Great, it's finally over. If this is seen by others, how can I live in this building in the future. But then again, you are really just a waiter Is it? You can pry the door with ease."

In order to avenge the past, I teased on purpose.

"Don't forget that I'm still a detective. Lockpicking is one of the necessary skills for a detective." He raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly, and took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, "Put them on, and try not to touch anything in the room." .”

I took the glove, feeling more and more that I was doing something unethical.

I followed him into the crime scene on the eighth floor, and we locked the door after we entered the house.Turn on the light, and everything in the room is presented in vivid colors, exactly the same as last night.

He carefully walked around the debris on the ground and walked towards the chair where the clothes were placed as I mentioned, and I followed closely.Sure enough, a corset and socks were found at the bottom of the coat and skirt.

"Your intuition is quite sharp, Miss Natsume." He looked at me meaningfully, and I always felt that there was something in his words, not pure praise at all.

"Well, I don't usually read mystery novels. Agatha is my life, and Ellery Quinn also likes it. Oh, and the local Ayatsuji pedestrians. I am a loyal fan of Blizzard Villa. Ben Du loves it." I shrugged my shoulders pretending not to care, "Of course I'll get some ideas after watching too much."

"So that's the case, then we should have a lot of common language." He said with a smile on his face. I always felt that after I came out of my house, his attitude towards me was different from that in the coffee shop before, a little more beware.

I can't figure it out, I'm just a bit of a disobedient at best, and I'm not a fugitive who hid a corpse at home, or a thief who hid dirt, why does he treat me like this?

Do you think I'm an idiot?You can't do the housework well, and you don't respond quickly enough, so you don't hide your change of attitude towards me?

Although I'm not a strong person, I feel bad for being looked down upon for no reason.Especially by such a perfect man.

"You retrieved that brooch from Aunt Naoko just now, didn't you?" I reasoned ahead of him not to be outdone, "Don't think I'm an idiot, I can guess what you're going to do."

He pouted his mouth into an O shape, folded his arms and looked at me with interest, and asked, "Oh? Then please let me hear your opinion."

I took the brooch out of his pocket a little rudely (almost got my fingers cut by the wire in the same pocket), and put it on the chest of the deceased’s long dress, where there were two needle holes, apparently the brooch was once Don't be here.

I glanced at him defiantly. He looked a little startled, but still smiling, like a teacher watching a student performance, which made me even more angry.

Hmph, tonight I must impress you, don't take anyone for a fool.

"This brooch is an accessory that comes with this dress. I have seen this dress in online stores and magazines, so it is more proof that the brooch belonged to the deceased. Women are very sensitive to their clothes, such an important accessory It's gone, she'll find it when she undresses. This brooch is the finishing touch, it's almost half the price of the dress, and no one will turn a blind eye to its disappearance."

He nodded in agreement and raised his chin for me to continue.

I swallowed, feeling a little thirsty in my throat: "That is to say, when the deceased took off his clothes, the brooch must still be there. Otherwise, she would definitely look for it."

"Very well, very well. Very well said, and then?"

"..."

I hadn't thought at all about how to reason next.

He didn't show sarcasm, but continued along with my reasoning:

"You've basically hit the point, and you can deduce the truth as long as you take a step forward. It's a pity that you still lack experience, but it's hard to come by."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that he had dialed beforehand.

The phone went through quickly.

"Hello, is this Mr. Takatomo? Oh, it's me, Toru Amuro, I called you this afternoon. Well, I want to ask you one more question. When you left, what was your girlfriend wearing? Didn't remember Stay? Think back again. Long skirt? Are you sure? Not pajamas? Well, okay. Do you remember that she has a very delicate white brooch on her dress? Oh, I see, thank you."

In just 1 minute, he got all the information he wanted to ask.And the attitude on the other end of the phone is quite submissive, not at all like a violent boyfriend who often fights with his girlfriend.It made me wonder how he got this guy's phone number.

Really powerful.

"Her boyfriend was convinced the deceased was still wearing the dress and the brooch when he left after nine o'clock. This would suggest that the deceased had left the room and taken the stairs less than an hour later, during which time Lost the brooch."

"But what about pajamas?"

He reasoned confidently: "I just asked Auntie Naoko two questions. One is where she picked up the brooch. She said it was on the stairs between the eighth and ninth floors. This shows that the deceased had gone upstairs. .Why did she go upstairs? Why not the elevator but the stairs? Which brings me to the second question, remember I showed her two pictures?"

"Well, I've been meaning to ask what you showed her."

"It's the photos of the residents on the sixth and ninth floors, the photos of the heads of the other two households that you saw the lights on."

"Huh? Why—" A white light exploded in my mind, and I seemed to see a light of inspiration. Could it be that the truth of the matter is——

"You don't think she didn't fall from her own window, but from a window on the sixth or ninth floor?" I exclaimed.

He nodded: "That's right, that's it. The resident on the sixth floor is an elderly woman who lives alone. She has almost no contact with the deceased. She also suffers from severe lumbar disc herniation. She should not be able to push a healthy young girl down. The nine Lou is a single middle-aged man, and Aunt Naoko told me that the man had an affair with the deceased, and she started cleaning the corridor every morning, and saw the deceased come out of his room more than once, sometimes only in pajamas."

I was shocked: "That is to say, she, she and the man upstairs are... having an affair?"

Amuro: "That's right, her boyfriend said that that woman had already hooked up with someone else when she was living with him. This was also the trigger for their breakup, but he didn't know who the third party was."

"Oh my God!" I patted my head, still feeling incredible.

Anshi paced to the door, it seemed to be intentional, and his voice was also raised:

"The thing should be like this. The deceased had a quarrel with her boyfriend who came back to pick up things that night. After the boyfriend left, she was in a bad mood, so she went upstairs to her lover's house. The two drank some wine. She took off her clothes and put on her clothes. Pajamas—you didn’t tell me that her pajamas are provocative pajamas, the two of them may have done something else, and then for some reason, she angered him, so that he became murderous, When they hugged each other near the window, he pushed her down."

I listened with bated breath, as if I had forgotten to breathe.

Amuro continued: "Pushing her down was probably a temporary idea, so the murderer was a little flustered, but his reaction was pretty quick. He closed the window immediately. Even if he was witnessed, he couldn't tell where he jumped from. Then he Holding the clothes she took off at his house, she took the stairs to the eighth floor, opened the door with her own key and entered the house, then opened the window of the deceased, put the slippers of the deceased under the window sill, and tidied her clothes Folded on the back of the chair. Because he is not a woman and because he is flustered, he can't pay attention to details, so it appears that the underwear is placed at the bottom."

I was tempted to give him the thumbs up, but for the sake of my ego, I held back.But, it's so wonderful.

"He deliberately disguised her house as a suicide scene, and finally left the key. He had to find a way to make the door locked, which has increased his convincing. But enough time has been delayed by the fake scene, and he was too late Then design the mechanism, and even if you use the mechanism to push the key in, it can only be sent to the carpet, not the coffee table, so he simply made a bold attempt—"

Amuro strode from the door to the tea table, picked up the bunch of keys that should belong to the deceased: "If I guessed correctly, there is not a single lock that can open this door. The murderer removed his keys and put them in the Here, and lock the door with the dead man's key, and slip away."

I was so surprised that my mouth opened wide like Yamazaki: "But this is too risky. If the police really try the key, they will be exposed."

He shook his head: "No matter how you look at it, this place looks like a suicide scene, and the suicide rate in Japan is so high, and the police also have many other cases to be busy, so they won't be so concerned about each one, not to mention that the incident happened so close In the middle of the night, the police usually deal with the corpse first, mark it, go back to file and write records, and wait until it is deemed necessary to conduct a detailed investigation before investigating the scene. So the murderer escaped through this loophole."

After that, he walked up to me, pulled me to a very hidden corner behind him, motioned me to keep quiet and stay behind, and then continued to raise his voice and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the murderer will come in tonight with the key prepared during the day and change his own key. Am I right, Mr. Masaobu Tanaka!"

He yanked open the door of the room, and outside the door stood a man in his early forties with a frightened and murderous look on his face.

The author has something to say:

Today's character broke out, and finally the coding is over.

Does anyone want to be wrong in the previous paragraph (smirk)