[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Senior Hojo is so handsome, did you watch the concert last night, he was so handsome on TV!" the short-haired female high school student said excitedly while patting the table.

Both of her companions nodded in agreement and rubbed their hands excitedly.

"That man is simply a god. He studies well, is good at music, sports, and even cooking. Ah, why did God create such a perfect man." Another girl said staringly.

"It would be great if I could fall in love with my senior. I'm willing to lose ten years of life." The third girl said while holding her face.

The restaurant was full of people, and their voices were quickly drowned in the din.

I could hear it because I was sitting at the table next to them.

What a bunch of stupid girls, I also squinted and sipped the Coke in the cup.

"Do you think the senior is gentle in bed?" The girl who spoke first suddenly lowered her volume and whispered excitedly.

I almost spit out a Coke.

"It's so naive." I finally couldn't help interrupting their whispering, "Men are not just what you look like, there are many people who are glamorous on the outside and corrupt on the inside."

The three of them were taken aback by my sudden sarcastic remarks, and stared at me inexplicably.

I rolled my eyes and put the glass heavily on the table. I wanted to stand up coldly and neatly like the heroine in the movie Counterattack, leaving a cool back, but I accidentally got involved in the wound, which hurt so much grinned.

Under their frozen dull eyes, I gritted my teeth and swaggered out.

At the door, two black men of indeterminate age stared at my ass and whistled.

Human scum, human scum everywhere.I thought hard.

I put on my sunglasses and pulled my hair up and tucked it into a hat.There are already signs of spring on the streets, and greenery is beginning to pervade the entire city.I was walking aimlessly, not knowing where to go.

Or go to a movie.But a person, a little weird, dismissed the idea.

There was a big bookstore in front of me, and I walked in quickly as if I saw an oasis.

I wanted to pick two good-looking suspense novels, but I randomly picked up a few in the popular area. They were all about how women were mutilated, raped, dismembered, abducted, and abused. I don’t understand that there are so many topics in this world that can be written. , Why do so many people hold on to the persecuted female group?

The explicit descriptions in the book made me feel uncomfortable. I threw the book back like a diaper, and rubbed my arms to leave the area.

Maybe it's a side effect of the contraceptive pill. I still bleed in the past two days, but the amount is not much. The doctor said it's normal, so don't be afraid.Originally, I also wanted to read books on this topic, but when I thought about what happened that night, I didn't even have the courage to step in.

In fact, I am a typical avoidant personality. When encountering really difficult problems, I just want to escape.

The bookstore, which has always allowed me to calm down, can no longer soothe my mood at this moment.I shook my head and decided to go shopping elsewhere.

Just then, the phone rang.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated.He took out his phone, and it was him.

"Mm, good morning, Mr. Okiya..." I tried my best to sound happy.

"Are you still staying at a friend's house today?" he asked.

"Uh, yes, I still have to borrow for a few days, hahaha, sorry."

"A very reliable friend?"

"Well, very reliable." I replied while nodding.

It's your sister's home.

"That's right. Then I'm relieved." He smiled.

Putting down the phone, I patted my chest with relief, feeling like a primary school student who lied to his parents and sneaked out to play.

Before walking out of the bookstore, I still grabbed a comic magazine.When I thought of being alone with that old-fashioned "little girl" in the hotel before school in Shiliang, I felt apprehensive.

It's not that she's difficult to get along with, it's just that she sneaks suspicious glances at me all the time, making me restless and wanting to go to the bathroom all the time.

I took out my credit card and swiped it.For the past few days, I have been sneaking around in the hotel where Shiliang lives, like a fare evasion passenger, eating and drinking without spending money.As sneaky as I was, there was the blond "little girl", to be precise, Akai Shuichi and Sera Masumi's mother, Erica's old acquaintance, Mary.

She was very suspicious of the reason for my amnesia. In her view, I was full of flaws, so I had to fool around with a smirk.

Living with their mother and daughter for such a long time is not an option. They want to hide their identities, so I plan to find a cheap hotel to stay for two days in the near future. When I feel better, I will find a job and live a normal life. Life.

When I got back to the hotel, Marie was watching a video on the bed, a replay of a game played by the talented shogi player Hideyoshi Haneda.I smiled knowingly, but she misunderstood it as some kind of malicious titter.

This is too sensitive.

"Did you eat, Mary?" I asked in the tone of talking to a child, because Shiliang just told me that this is her relative's child, and I should not know her real identity.

"Where have you been?" She pouted, looking into my eyes.

I shook the comic book in my hand: "Go for a stroll in the bookstore."

She glanced at the book cover angrily: "Huh, it's really sad that the FBI's seed players have fallen into the situation of being addicted to comic books."

"..."

That night, after leaving Poirot, I went to the beach I crossed according to my memory, and watched the waves and night sky for a long time, until the effect of the anesthesia faded, and I felt the intermittent tearing pain at the wound.

I was so hurt that I could hardly stand up, so I finally got to the management room and told the manager of Shiliang's number, so I was taken back to the hotel where she lived.

One stay is three days.

I didn't think about anything during the past three days, I didn't think about Amuro or Poirot, but the pain in my body always made me unable to forget it quickly, and I still couldn't sleep all night.

As soon as you close your eyes, all kinds of scary pictures will emerge.The lizard man who jumped towards me, the female corpse sticking out her tongue, the broken limbs in the freezer, what pained me the most was what Amuro did.

I was thinking, if I didn't let go of my dignity and take the initiative to please him that night, and then ran away after slapping him with all my strength, would I have been strangled to death by him and thrown into the river?

I shook my head to get his face out of my head and the shame I'd done to get a chance to escape.

Putting the comic book I just bought back on the bed, I sighed and walked towards the door.

"Are you going out again?" the little adult asked warily.

"Well, after all, the adults have a lot of things to do, and the children just need to sleep well. The big sister will lend you the comic book first. Before Shiliang comes back, don't mess around."

I saw a flash of anger on her face, stuck out her tongue, and closed the door.

Hurry up and find a place to live. Staying here will do no one any good.

I walked to a nearby Internet cafe, searched for relevant information, and was very disappointed.

People like me who have no source of income will definitely not be able to live in a hotel for a long time. Instead of spending more money at the beginning, it is better to find a shared roommate.

I searched according to the keywords "female, no bad habits, stable job, low price", and several pages of information popped up.

It's all useless.Either the location is too remote, or the environment is poor. I am a bit hypocritical, and I don’t want to wrong myself too much even if I have no money.

At this time, an advertisement looking for a roommate to rent together suddenly attracted me.

It is an apartment located in the 90th block of Mihuacho. Most of the residents are single young people, so the house price is not high and the environment is clean and tidy. The person looking for a roommate is an elementary school teacher named Natsuko Shibuya, who is about my age and once lived in the United States. For studying abroad, the rent can be discussed in person, but it will definitely not be high, because the house belongs to her.

I was afraid of being caught first, so I quickly dialed Shibuya Natsuko's phone number on the page.

Hope it works.

The author has something to say:

After changing the setting, the heroine and Shiliang confessed that it was amnesia rather than time travel, after all time travel is not acceptable to ordinary people.

I have to go out for a meeting tonight and tomorrow, so I can't update it anymore, I will continue to update it the day after tomorrow, thank you for your support ^O^