[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I don't have anything to move, it's a typical bag and move.Shibuya Natsuko is a very open and outgoing girl. We got on well with each other on the phone. She agreed to let me go to see the house that night, and said that it was enough for me to bring my ID.

It was then that I suddenly remembered that the bag containing my identification had been left at Amuro's house.

I really want to die.

Erica's identification was apparently forged, and she was actually an illegal alien without a long-term residence permit.If I don't get that bag back, I'm afraid I won't even be able to rent the house.Moreover, many hotels and inns also need to provide identity information. If this continues, I can only live on the streets...

There is only one way to solve all this, sneak into his house and steal my bag.I don't care about trespassing or anything, he's a bigger crime than me anyway.

The question is, how do I sneak in.Not only was it difficult to proceed objectively, but I was also afraid of going back to that place that made me terrified.

But it still has to be taken back.

I scratched my hair and thought hard for a long time, and even thought of abducting Haro and commanding it to help me get the bag out.

It seems a bit cruel for a puppy to pick up such a big bag.Besides, if there is time to explain all this to the dog, it is better to climb up the pipe outside the building by yourself.

As long as I'm sure he's in Poirot, I can sneak in with confidence. The distance between the two places will take more than half an hour by car, and there's no reason for him to turn back suddenly halfway.

But I don't know how to pick the lock. The door of his house is an electronic lock, and it seems that I can't pick it open.If someone can help me steal the keys to his house...

I tentatively sent an email to Shiliang, but didn't expect an immediate reply.After all, she is a high school student, so she shouldn't be able to use her mobile phone casually during class.

As a result, as soon as my email was delivered, the phone call came.

"Let me tell you, Ms. Natsume, don't you need to make such a trouble? You just stood at the door of his house and said, 'Give me my bag, you scumbag' and it's all over?" She took it for granted. .

"This, this won't work, who knows if he will get sick, and besides, I don't want to meet him face to face, can you help me steal his key..." My request seems too strong, but it's Bourbon, No matter how clever Shiliang is, he is no match for him, but I am really desperate.

I didn't expect her to agree, and I was so touched.

"Is it really okay? Will it bother you too much?"

"This kind of trivial matter is not worth mentioning. You are my savior, so let's take it as a repayment." Shiliang agreed heartily.

But I'm still worried.Can she make it?

Our plan consists of three steps:

First of all, she wanted to take Xiaolan Yuanzi to dinner together, and sneaked into the staff lounge while Anshi was not paying attention.He usually locks the keys to the house in a cabinet in the lounge, which has an ancient lock that can be picked with a card, and then replaces it with another set of almost identical keys-I have seen that countless times. A chain of keys can barely forge a backup with roughly the same appearance.

I hid nearby, and Shiliang stole the key and handed it over to me. I took a taxi and rushed to his house, opened the door and took out my bag, then sneaked back to Poirot to give the key to Shiliang, and she put it back again when she found a chance.

This plan sounds like it has a lot of loopholes, but Shiliang didn't point it out. I don't know if it's because she is very confident in herself, or because she is as ill-considered as I am, so she readily agreed.

So, I withdrew a lot of money from my credit card, and finally forged a bunch of keys that were almost the same. I hurried to Didan High School, gave the keys to Shiliang, and hid in the nearby Polo when they were about to leave school. Standby at a sushi restaurant.

Things went surprisingly well.I could hardly believe my eyes when she handed me the keys.

"He..." Do you have any doubts? ' I asked eagerly.

"Not at all. Today after school I invited eleven girls in my class to Poirot for dinner. He was too busy to attend to anything. Before dinner, I spilled juice on my clothes and a girl's, and we went with the flow." I went to the locker room to change clothes naturally, and I took the opportunity to steal the key." Shiliang smiled smugly.

When I think of the scene of more than a dozen girls chatting and ordering in the store, I feel a sense of pleasure in my heart.

What a joy.

I wanted to ask her boss if he had recruited new employees, but I was actually a little curious about his new partner.However, thinking of the urgent time, he rushed out of the sushi restaurant and waved his hand to stop a passing taxi.

When I came downstairs to his house, I looked around like a thief, making sure no one was paying attention, so I tiptoed into the apartment building.

There was no caretaker in his apartment, so I took the elevator to the eighth floor and came to his door.

After a burst of inexplicable tension, I took a deep breath and opened the door of his house tremblingly.

The key fell to the ground twice during the period.

Don't panic no matter what you see, I told myself.Don't make unnecessary associations, that incident has already passed, there is no need to be emotional, you are still alive and well, don't be afraid, go in boldly, find the bag and leave as soon as possible.

I unscrew the door and lock it.Before I turned around, I heard the puppy's excited growling and running.

Harrow trotted up to me, stuck out his tongue, and looked at me tearfully.

I knelt down and touched its chin lovingly.

"Miss me? Hello."

There were still bandages on its feet, so I carefully picked it up and walked into the living room.

Passing by the kitchen, I turned my head away and didn't want to stay in the living room for a second, but I still had to bite the bullet and search carefully to see where he had stuffed my bag.

I searched the living room twice and couldn't find it.His house was very tidy, and it was clear at a glance what he was looking for, but it didn't seem to be in the living room.

But not in the bedroom either.

His guitar was leaning against the corner of the wall. I didn't see any guitar that day, so I guess he took it out to play in the past two days.The clean jeans are hanging on the wall, and there is a piece of white paper on the table, with complicated notches on it, probably printed on the previous piece of paper. Is this guy planning something?

It doesn't matter, I don't care if he runs for Prime Minister, I just want to find my bag.

But where is it?Shouldn't he throw it away for me?

Just when I remembered being overwhelmed, Haro suddenly called out, as if he had guessed my purpose.

It ran forward while barking, and turned to look at me after two steps, as if it meant to let me keep up, and I did so.

It led me to a tightly closed room, raised its little paw and scratched.

Do you mean let me open it?

I swallowed and stared at the closed door.

Why is there such a cold aura coming out of here?Wouldn't he have put a dead body or an ax, chisel, chainsaw or something in it?

Harrow stuck out his tongue, and then opened the door again, I gritted my teeth, and pulled the door open.

The door was unlocked, and there was no body or weapon inside, just an empty room.

Slightly smaller than his bedroom, but big enough for one person, maybe he hasn't found a suitable use for the room yet, so it's empty.

I saw my bag, standing deflated against the wall, I hurried in and found it was empty.

The two clothes I was in, a pair of shoes, and the ID I was looking for were gone.

I put the bag back in disappointment, suddenly a thought flashed through my mind, I don't know why I thought this way, but I followed this thought and came to the balcony.

My favorite pink dress and the suit that got wet before entering the Black Cat Mountain Villa fluttered on the balcony.My shoes have also been painted white as new, standing on the shelf.

A very strange feeling came over me.I hurried off the balcony, not wanting to let this strange feeling shake me.

Fool, how did he hurt you so quickly forgot?Isn't it just washing a few clothes, he is just willing to work.

Another half an hour passed, and even Shiliang, who was able to hold his breath, couldn't help sending out a reminder text message.But I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

I had to leave quickly.

Harrow crouched in the doorway, watching me sadly as I left.I couldn't bear to look at its disappointed little eyes, and ran out the door.

When I handed over the keys to Shiliang and took a taxi to Natsuko's house in Shibuya, I realized that I forgot to close the balcony door of his house.

I hit the head hard enough in the backseat to scare the driver into thinking I was out of my mind.

Why am I so stupid!

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Shibuya Natsuko.This delicate fate made me decide to try to play the sympathy card.

However, when she saw me, she was startled and her eyes widened: "Erica?"

I am stunned.It suddenly occurred to me that she had studied in the United States, maybe she really knew me.

"It's me, Shibuya Natsuko, Judy's friend. Aren't you Judy's best friend? We've met a few times, don't you remember me?"

From this short sentence, I have drawn three conclusions:

One, she knows Erica, and I don't have to provide identification.

Two, she has a great relationship with Judy.

[-]. Erica and Judy are girlfriends?

Great, it's a lot of fun now.

But I got the offer of this roommate almost immediately.

I stayed that night.

I told her that I had an accident and had a slight memory loss. We chatted about some recent hot news, and our views were pretty consistent.

"Miss Shibuya, you are rich, why do you need a roommate?" I looked around her beautifully decorated home and asked.

"Because women living alone are easily targeted by perverts. I was stalked a while ago and I was a little scared, so I wanted to find a roommate. I was always hesitant to tell the renter about the stalker. Get scared away, even if I lower the house price to a very low level, you will be different, after all, you are the former FBI, so it's a good fit, right?" She said happily.

"Hmm..." Actually, I'm afraid too, a stalker or something.

But I really had no other place to go, so I smiled helplessly.

"But don't worry for too long, I've asked a very reliable private detective to help me investigate." She raised her forehead hopefully, "He seems to have a good reputation, and he's a handsome guy."

"Oh." I nodded and started tidying up my room.

I'm so tired, pack up and go to bed early.

The author has something to say:

The meeting is totally none of my business. Under the ravages of 3D stereo, I wrote more than 3000 words. It’s amazing (o^^o)