[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

Masashi Minato pushed open the door of Poirot's shop, and did not go straight to the table he used to sit at. In fact, it was the afternoon work time, and he had never been to Poirot during this time period.

He walked directly towards the dining counter, behind which Poirot's male waiter was arranging the leftover ingredients at noon, his blond hair was speckled with sunlight, and he did not look like a murderer.

Masashi stood still in front of him, with the majestic expression of a policeman on his face.

"I have something to ask you." He cut to the point and said in a deep voice, completely different from the usual uncle who was often drunk and complained to the waitress.

Amuro stopped the work in his hand, raised his eyes calmly, and Masashi felt an awe-inspiring breath, only at that moment.

Afterwards, Amuro showed a sunny smile again, as he usually entertained him: "Oh, this time Mr. Masashi is taking the statement as a policeman, right?"

"Yes."

"I see." Amuro untied his apron, there were no customers in the shop, he led Masashi to a cool corner and sat down.

"Is it about Miss Asano Miho?" Amuro asked seriously.

"That's right, many people saw that she was with you last night. You left Poirot together and had dinner together at Kubado Restaurant. Then, where did she go?" Masashi asked, staring into Amuro's eyes. .

Intuition told him that this young man was not simple, which could be seen from his calm aura and still smiling eyes.Ordinary people, knowing that the colleague who was with him last night died tragically, would definitely show varying degrees of panic and emotion, but he seemed to be talking about the weather without any emotional fluctuations.

"Later she went to my house." Amuro stared into Masashi's eyes and replied clearly.

Zheng Shi's face darkened: "Then what? You strangled her and threw her into the river?"

"Hey, I didn't kill anyone. She sat at my house for a while last night and left. We didn't do anything, just chat. Then again, since you came here alone to ask, there must be no conclusive evidence. .Let me guess. She should not have been sexually assaulted. Otherwise, you can just take my DNA sample and test it. There is no need to test it here. Moreover, she was strangled and thrown into the lake. This is a bit difficult to understand. If the murderer wanted to confuse the time of death in this way, he could have tied a heavy object to her so that she would be discovered later, but in fact he just pushed her into the shallow water and slipped away. It shows that it is likely to be a murder act of impromptu intention."

Zheng Shi listened dumbfounded, forgetting for a moment that he was the policeman.

"The body was found in the morning, and the autopsy should have been completed by now, right? Is the cause of death really strangled? What was the murder weapon?"

"It was indeed strangled to death, and the murder weapon was a pair of very powerful hands." Zheng Shi replied in a strange way, unknowingly in a passive position.

"So that's the case, then the possibility of a woman committing the crime is ruled out. Then from which direction was she strangled to death? Front or back?"

"The forensic doctor said it was positive."

"In other words, she might be familiar with the murderer, or the murderer doesn't seem to be aggressive enough to make her wary. Well, then I still seem suspicious. Is the time of death determined?"

"Between 10:30 and [-] o'clock in the evening." Zheng Shi suddenly realized that he was the interrogator, coughed twice in dissatisfaction, and glared at the person opposite.

"Then I'm not suspected." Amuro spread her hands, "She left my house at a little past nine o'clock last night, and then I went out and had a few drinks with a friend. My friend can testify. We have been Stay together until past one o'clock in the morning."

Zheng Shi snorted, but had nothing to say: "Tell me your friend's name, phone number, and work unit address." After speaking, he took out his small notebook and prepared to record it.

"No problem." Amuro smiled understandingly, "It's a normal process. His name is Yuya Kazami, I'll write it down for you on the phone."

Amuro quickly wrote down two mobile phone numbers: "You call the first one first, and if he doesn't answer, then use the same mobile phone to call the second one. He will answer when he sees two identical numbers."

Zheng Shi was stunned.What kind of person is this, who acts like an underground party joint?

"What about the address and unit?"

"The address is at No. 89, Block 587, Mihuacho, and the unit is the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Masashi's pen paused, and he looked up at him in surprise.

"A friend I met when I was playing basketball." Amuro shrugged and smiled.

Masashi wrinkled his nose suspiciously. =

This man is not simple.

He suddenly remembered something again.

"Ms. Natsume, who worked here before, where is she now?" He asked suspiciously.

Amuro was stunned for half a second in surprise, a shadow flashed across his face: "She...resigned."

Zheng Shi raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

"Why, do you suspect that she was killed by me?" Amuro grinned without a smile, Masashi felt a burst of pressure for no reason.

"You can ask the store manager. You should know the store manager very well. Before he resigned, he was your colleague." Amuro laughed.

Zheng Shi was surprised again.

Of course he knew.Poirot's store manager and him and the mustache upstairs had worked together in a search department for several years, and he was the only one who persisted in the end.Mori Kogoro no longer wants to be a policeman because his wife was held hostage, and Poirot's store manager accidentally hit a child who ran across the road while rescuing the hostages, resulting in the death of the child.In fact, he didn't need to blame himself at all, because it was an unexpected incident that no one could have foreseen, but he always had a shadow in his heart, and finally resigned.

Seven or eight years have passed since then, and the store manager has never mentioned his identity as a police officer. How did this waiter, who has been working part-time for no more than a few months, know?

Is it deduced?It is very likely that his reasoning ability is very powerful.

"Can you tell me anything you found? I'm a little curious about this case too." When Masashi was about to leave, Amuro asked with a smile behind him.

Masashi suddenly had a feeling of being stared at by a snake. He didn't like this feeling very much. Why didn't he find this man so unfathomable when he came here often? He must have been anesthetized by Miss Natsume's sweet smile, causing him to completely ignore his existence. .

After he left, Amuro took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Kazemi, how is the investigation of what I told you that day?" he asked.

"I have checked several times, and I am sure that there is no such person in the entire Toto University. Not only that, I have also investigated all universities in Tokyo, and there is no such person." Kazami replied firmly.

There was a smile on the corner of Amuro's mouth: "I see, it's done well. What about the other one?"

"Oh, I also checked. There is no credit card consumption record of Natsume Qiujiang in the whole of Tokyo. She probably hasn't used a credit card these days."

Anshi swallowed a little anxiously, cut his throat, and then said to the subordinate on the other end of the phone: "Thank you for your hard work. Next, I need you to do me a favor."

Several motorcycles roared past outside the window, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After explaining the matter, he hung up the phone and walked to the door.

When a person dies, he should at least leave a body like Miho Asano.As for Kusuda Ludao, where is his body?

This is an excellent breakthrough.

He called up a photo from his mobile phone album, which showed a woman with short hair.

The puzzle is almost complete.He smiled confidently.

But where did that woman go?

The author has something to say:

Kazami is indeed from the Metropolitan Police Department, it has been changed ^_^