[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

In a high-end French restaurant in Mihua Town.

"I said you, do you still have time to eat a big meal before carrying out the mission?" Judy complained about the expensive French cuisine on the table. The boss sitting opposite her was opening a bottle of champagne with a warm smile on his face.

"Don't be so shameless, it's rare for the two of you to be alone, let's improve our relationship." Gene smiled and offered her a glass of champagne.

"Are you actually trying to trick me?" Judy didn't appreciate it, "You want me to tell you the whole story of the incident with Rena Minato in detail, right?"

Gene blinked: "Of course not, I already know all of this, and I also used this incident as a clue to catch up with Mr. Tumen Kanghui. Although he gave up the election, he has a lot of influence in the political circle , and has a zero-tolerance attitude towards criminal behavior, it is likely to be used in the future."

Judy didn't expect this.

"Since the assassination incident, has he been depressed for a while, and has given up many public activities, is there still value to be used?"

"Recently, he has become active again, often calling for the suppression of crime on TV. Let me just say, a man with a fighting spirit like him will not give up his ambition honestly just because his father cheated on him 20 years ago. My father more than 20 years ago He even had an extramarital affair, and now he justifiably continues to be his sub-bureau chief, and everyone has the stains of the past."

"Is it really okay to just reveal it to me like this? The former director of the FBI's New York branch was stained." Judy narrowed one eye and asked jokingly.

"He doesn't care about this kind of thing at all. He cheats as often as changing sports cars, and I believe you are not a person who likes to chew your tongue. Oh, his former mistress hooked up with him during half a year of studying in Japan, then The woman seems to have given him a son, but he doesn't seem to know it—my mother told me." Gene replied indifferently.

"Eh, so, that means, you have a half-brother in Japan?" Judy stared in shock.

"That's right." Gene smiled, his soft hair was reflected like broken gold by the light of the crystal chandelier, "If you happen to meet a 28-year-old man who looks a bit like me, don't forget to tell me."

In a convenience supermarket.

Zhizi, a young female cashier, is actively paying for every customer in line. Even though it is past eight o'clock in the evening, she is still full of energy and showing a bright smile to everyone.

"Buying milk again, Mr. Amuro." She smiled at the handsome customer in front of her.

"Well, she likes to drink milk very much recently." Amuro replied simply.

"Oh, she bought a can herself in the morning, and we chatted for a while."

"It's not about the serial drowning case again, is it?"

"That's right, we analyzed the motive of the crime and the psychology of the murderer, and it feels like a good match, hahaha."

"Well, can I ask you one thing." Amuro smiled apologetically, "She has been suffering from insomnia and nightmares lately, so can you change the topic when you meet next time? She is more sensitive and may I don't think, when the subconscious becomes active at night, everything I hear during the day will be in my dreams, and I'm worried that it will be bad for her health in the long run. Please."

His tone was very sincere.

Tomoko froze for a few seconds, then quickly nodded vigorously and clearly.

"Don't worry, I can see that she is a little anxious. She accidentally cut her hand while cutting watermelon during the day. It was a big cut, which shocked me. After a long time, it turned out to be my fault. I will definitely do it next time." Don't owe me any more."

"She cut her hand?" Amuro was taken aback, then picked up the shopping bags she just packed and ran out of the supermarket.

"Oh, the wound doesn't seem to be serious, it will heal soon, it must have been cut off..." She muttered to Amuro's back, and then took the next customer's shopping basket.

She suddenly realized that she was talking too much again. The girl named Natsume had clearly told her not to tell anyone about it, but the two of them had already lived together, so there should be no need to hide anything from each other, right?

But then again, did she grow up eating glue every day, isn't the wound healing a bit too fast?

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I have described Gene's appearance in detail. . . .