[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

Kazami walked quickly to the archives room with the sorted materials between her arms, and handed them over to the filer, Ms. Takako, for filing.

The air conditioner in the file room was broken, and a diligent colleague was working on it. Kazami greeted the two of them, handed the information to Takako, and briefly explained.

Narita, who was repairing the air conditioner, turned his head, and Kazami was startled when he saw his face.

His left eye circle was bruised and his face was swollen.

"You... who beat you?" I remember that he went out to carry out his mission early in the morning. Could it be that he was injured by a fierce prisoner?

Narita covered his cheeks, with a bitter expression on his face: "A grumpy American girl did it. I just said that I am from the police department and that she has a problem with her visa and needs to cooperate with the investigation, so she punched me in a rage. I was very emotional, hey, it turns out that red-haired girls are not easy to mess with."

Kazami scratched his cheek: "That's really hard work for you, what happened to the girl in the end?"

"After being fierce for a while, he became honest. He was brought back by us. He should be being interrogated right now."

Kazami asked redundantly: "What's the girl's name?"

Narita: "The false identity in Japan is Natsume Akie, whose real name is Erica Skargard. We suspect that she is an American spy. Ah, Kazami-senpai?"

Kazeki no longer existed in the archives room.

In the corridor, Feng Jian walked forward quickly, he found a quiet and deserted corner, and dialed the phone number of his boss.

"Mr. Jiang Gu, something is wrong." He told Anshi everything he heard.

"What did you say? Why would anyone know that her Japanese identity is forged at this time?" On the other end of the phone, Amuro's voice was visibly anxious and flustered, "Who asked the police department to monitor her entry and exit?"

Kazami: "It's not you...?"

"Am I such a small-minded person?" Amuro raised her voice angrily, "Go and ask again, the person in charge of interrogating her, the charges and evidence supporting the charges, and her answer during the interrogation, please tell me in time!"

Kazami said aggrievedly: "Then I might as well intervene directly to observe."

"Well, that's best, let's go." Amuro ordered resolutely, before Kazami agreed, he hung up the phone.

Kazami had already gotten used to the boss's style, and walked quickly towards the interrogation place.

Soon he found the interrogation room where Natsume was, and the dark red curly hair was very eye-catching.

The interrogation seemed to have just begun, so he walked out the back door and sat behind the glass window to listen.

The interrogator was a man in his mid-40s, slightly Mediterranean, with protruding goldfish eyes.

Kazami glanced at the use record hanging behind the door panel, the signature on it was "Utada Ayumi", Kazami remembered that he seemed to be a very powerful person.

Utada sat down across from Natsume, flipped through a notebook, raised his eyes and asked, "Name?"

"Natsume Qiujiang." The girl was still a little angry, and replied weakly with drooping eyelids.

"date of birth?"

"April 93, 6."

"Your passport says 91/11/21."

"Oh, then I remember wrong." Natsume still responded negatively.

"blood type?"

"AB."

"The purpose of coming to Japan?"

"Play."

"Playing?" Utada frowned, "According to regulations, the visa-free period for American citizens in Japan is 90 days, and those who stay for more than 90 days are illegal stays. The stamp on your passport when you entered the country was December 12 last year. Now It has been four months, can you explain to me why you did not return to the United States in time?"

Natsume raised his eyelids, still lifeless: "Until you don't let me call my lawyer, I refuse to answer any further questions."

Utada was used to hearing such words, so he smiled disapprovingly: "If you want a lawyer, we can assign you an excellent Japanese lawyer, but before we find out the truth, your mobile phone and other communication tools must be confiscated by us. Any contact with the outside world is regulated by the national security law."

Kazami saw Natsume roll his eyes, and began to lower his head to pick his fingers, completely ignoring Utada's prying eyes.