[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I never imagined my life in this world to be so dramatic, and I didn't have a sense of what was happening when I got into the white Mazda I swore I'd never get in again, in a state of bewilderment and dread. clear understanding.

The only thing I know so far is that I have to stay at his house without leaving home. If I leave more than 200 meters, the alarm will be triggered, and the police will immediately swarm to arrest me.

He raised his eyebrows and explained the situation to me, and asked me to choose whether to continue to be imprisoned here and receive regular interrogation, or to go home with him and accept his surveillance.

I don't want either.

What is the purpose of this guy writing and directing this farce?Just to imprison me in his house?I don't think he would be so childish.

I'm of no use to him, and if he really has excess energy to vent, I don't think he can't find a one-night stand.Other than that, I can think of no other reason for him to detain me.

However, after some weighing, I still chose him.

There is no freedom at all in this cold police hall. The square prison cells are not free to eat, drink and go to the bathroom. There are no books and electronic products to kill time. For a modern person, this is hell.

Of course, his house is also a hell-like existence for me, but after all, you can move around at will, and there is cute Haro, as long as you protect yourself and don't let him take advantage of it, it is still much better than a prison cell on the whole.

Besides, so many colleagues knew that he took me home, and if something happened to me, he would not be able to escape.He shouldn't be that stupid.

On the way to his house, he didn't say a word, and I kept my face straight, staring straight at the road ahead until my eyes were sore and my neck was stiff.

"Give me the phone." After a while, I couldn't hold back and asked.

"It was detained by the police department and locked in the evidence room. I can't give it to you." He replied calmly, and also denied the next request I didn't ask, "I can't get it either."

I knew it.

The car passed a large supermarket at this time, and the square in front of the supermarket was arranged like a Disneyland, with gorgeous and bright colors.

"Stop!" I yelled, sitting up suddenly.

He came to a screeching halt.

"what?"

"You won't let me make calls, and I won't be able to go out in the future. I'm going to buy some daily necessities!" I puffed up my cheeks and said, "You don't have any interesting things in your house. I'll suffocate to death."

He didn't object, and followed me into the supermarket without hesitation.

He followed behind me without stopping, like a shadow. I had no chance to escape even if I tried, but I was nipped in the bud after several attempts. I glanced at him angrily, and stuffed a lot of expensive snacks that I was usually reluctant to eat into my stomach in a fit of anger. shopping cart.

Then I bought two sets of high-end skin care products, and he remained calm.

Pajamas, toiletries (all imported), slippers, small fans...

I didn't give up until the car was so full that I couldn't fit anything anymore, and I felt refreshed all over my body.

Everything on me was confiscated except my clothes, and naturally I didn't have any money, so he had to pay for these things.

I suddenly felt so pathetic that I could only express my resistance in this way and feel good about myself.It's no ordinary depravity.

He didn't care at all that I spent a lot of money, and he didn't even frown when he paid.

The ones I bought are worth half a year's salary of Poirot, and Poirot's salary is still relatively high in the same industry. People who earn four salaries are different.

My Ah Q spirit was fully satisfied.

When I came to his home, facing the familiar space, I felt a burst of oppression in my chest.

Hello rolled out of the living room like a white snowball, wagging its tail, and landed on my calf.I picked it up and rubbed it against my face. It was warm and felt very safe, dispelling all the negative emotions that were stagnant in my chest.

Amuro closed the door with his hand back, and the sound of closing the door made me tremble slightly, as if announcing some kind of fate.

He took off his dark gray suit and tugged at his tie.

I hugged Haro and moved a little away from him.

He pushed open the door of the empty room near the door: "You live here, I will buy a bed tomorrow, and you can make it on the sofa tonight."

I looked at the empty room and pouted.

"What do you want to eat?" He suddenly asked, with a subtle hint of flattery, I thought I heard it wrong.

"Don't bother your old man, I'll just eat snacks." I moved five bags of snacks into that empty room, and there was only one chair here. Does he want me to sleep on the floor?

"Snacks are not good for your health. Your complexion is pretty bad. It's better to add some nutrition." He leaned on the door frame and said.

The bad complexion is not thanks to you, I turned my head away from him angrily.

"Oh, you put on the ankle ring now, I'm going out later, I may come back very late, don't forget, 200 meters." He took the high-tech product out of his pocket.

He took a few steps forward, knelt down in front of me, and wanted to put it on for me.I took two steps back: "I'll just wear it myself, don't... touch me."

He shook his head helplessly, and threw the anklet to me through the air.

Holding the bracelet, I suddenly felt as if I had been reduced to a dog on a leash.And you have to tie the belt around your neck by yourself.

He left not long after, before two o'clock in the afternoon.He shouldn't be going to Poirot, it looks like he is performing an organizational mission.

I curled up on the sofa by myself. The strange thing is that I was uncomfortable last time I came here. I couldn’t bear to look at anything that reminded me of that incident, but now, I can lie on this sofa calmly. In the morning, Haro curled up under my stomach, staring at the funny variety show on the TV screen with me.

Soon I took a nap under the hypnosis of the TV, and it was already five o'clock when I opened my eyes.

My stomach growled with hunger.I dug out two bags of biscuits and a chocolate bun, and devoured them.Harrow sticks out his tongue to lick the crumbs I scattered on the ground. I don't know if the dog can eat these, so I dare not feed it rashly.

He didn't come back until eleven o'clock.

It was only then that I realized that even though we were in the same space, I still spent a lot of time alone. He was like a spinning top, spinning non-stop.

It was then that I fully realized how busy he was.

He didn't come back, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.I know I'm not afraid of what he might do indecently while I'm asleep, and I don't want to admit that I'm actually a little concerned for his safety.

Hello was already snoring, I touched the sofa softly and went to the balcony overlooking the downstairs.

The night breeze was cool, the whole city had already slept peacefully, and a new day would begin in less than 10 minutes, but he was still running around in a dark corner, carrying heavy tasks, like a machine.

Just when my mind was wandering, a familiar figure appeared downstairs.

He is back!

I shrank back on the sofa as if I had seen a ghost, and put my arms around Haro and pretended to be asleep.

He opened the door with the key and closed it softly, with a slight stagger that struck me as odd.

He passed by me, stayed for a few seconds, and then a very thin blanket fell lightly on my body, like a feather, soft and warm.

Then he walked through the living room to his bedroom, opened a few drawers and searched for a while, and then there was a long period of silence.

There were a few suppressed gasps in between.I know this sound is the moan of pain.

I opened my eyes, lifted the down blanket he had covered me with, quietly got off the sofa, and walked barefoot to the door of his room.

The door of the room was ajar, I pushed it open slightly, and was stunned by the picture in front of me.

He was naked from the upper body, and the upper half of his left arm was drenched in blood, and a knife edge that could be clearly seen even though it was covered in blood was still oozing blood.

My exclamation made him turn his head, and he glanced at me with a haggard face.

"Aren't you asleep? Can't you sleep on the sofa?" He asked in a low voice, and continued to wipe the wound with iodine.

"Your injury... don't you need to go to the hospital?" I remembered that when I was at my house last time, he was also injured.

He shook his head: "No need, it's not very deep, you can handle it yourself."

"What if I get infected, it's better to get a shot of tetanus."

"You really love to worry about it." He raised his sweat-soaked face and smiled meaningfully at me, "Actually, you wish I could get infected to death, so you can be relieved."

"Yeah, but I don't want you to have your hair up when you're alone with me, I've got enough trouble," I thought grimly.

He snorted and laughed, and shook the blood-stained cotton ball to the floor, only then did I realize that I was not just a normal bloodsick.

"You can't sleep anyway, help me get the alcohol lamp from the kitchen." He said suddenly.

"Oh." I couldn't wait to escape the bloody "scene", and went to the kitchen cabinet to find the alcohol lamp he said.

After a few minutes, I finally found it. I lit the fire according to his instructions, and suddenly understood what he was going to do.

Sure enough, he baked a slender medical needle on an alcohol lamp, and then sewed up the wound himself.

I turned my head away, unable to bear to look at that painful picture.

He only frowned occasionally, other than that, he didn't show any pain, as if his skin and flesh were made of stone.

"Can you pour me a basin of warm water, and bring me the brown towel hanging by the bathroom door." His tone became weaker.

I did as I did, almost all of his hand towels are light-colored, only this one is red, and I seem to see the mottled blood stains left on it.

It's a miracle that this guy can survive till now, is he often injured?

I put the towel and water in front of him, and handed him the towel soaked in water.He had finished stitching and was binding the wound tightly with gauze and bandages.

After tying it up, he said "thank you" to me, and used a towel to carefully cover the rest of the blood-stained parts.

I turned my head away again, feeling an indescribable feeling in my heart.