[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I spent almost a whole day browsing all kinds of knowledge about pregnancy, and the more I read, the more worried I became.

I didn't have morning sickness, bloating or other common symptoms, but I had the kicking of the baby that most pregnant women would feel in the middle and late stages. What's more frightening is that I seemed to hear the sound of another heartbeat in my body during a half-dream and half-awake. .

I think it must be a dream.No matter how fast it develops, it is impossible to grow a heart, and even the occasional kicks it feels are hallucinations, and it is even less likely to grow legs or hands...

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and even more frightened when I thought about going to the hospital in two days.

I was pacing around the house restlessly. Although Amuro was not in a hurry to leave home in the morning, he was called away by a man named Kazami on the phone after nine o'clock. I stayed at home alone and started endless have a bee in one's bonnet.

Finally I closed my laptop and stretched myself. Harrow has been circling in front of my eyes since half an hour ago, and I know it is urging me to take it out for a walk, just like every afternoon.

I picked it up from the ground, took the key, and went out the door.The air outside is fresh, and the smell of spring fills the nose and mouth.

Harrow ran happily, and I wandered slowly behind, not worried at all, this guy has been with Amuro for a long time, and he is very smart.

But a strange thing happened. We were walking along the regular route. When we reached the fork, Harrow suddenly spread his feet and ran towards the fork that he had never passed. I stared at its wobbly little Ass, stunned.

A long truck passed between us, and by the time it disappeared trailing a trail of black smoke, Harrow had long since disappeared.

Only then did I realize the seriousness of the situation, and hurriedly chased after it, but there was no sign of it anywhere.

At this time, Amuro sent an email, saying that he might not come back tonight, I replied with a guilty smile, and continued to look for his dog that I had lost.

No, no, nowhere to be seen.

The sun had set and the streets were gradually filling up with commuters returning home, making my search for a job like a needle in a haystack.I anxiously called Harrow's name as I stumbled through the crowd.

Many people brushed past me indifferently. While dodging a taxi that braked suddenly, I accidentally sprained and fell to the side of the road.

Oops!

I exclaimed in my heart, but I didn't fall to the ground, a strong arm supported me.

"Thank you..." As soon as I stood firm, I immediately turned my head to express my gratitude to the quick-eyed helper, but the moment I saw his face clearly, I shivered.

"Don't always look at me with this expression, okay? It's very hurtful." Karasuma Taku also pouted, with a hurt and wronged expression.

He pulled me to the sidewalk, his eyes resting on my belly that was beginning to show for a long time, a sneer flicked across the corner of his mouth.

This inadvertent sneer made me shudder, and I broke away from his hand calmly, thinking about the reasons for leaving immediately.

"Do you want to have a meal together?" His sudden invitation interrupted my train of thought, and I shook my head quickly like a conditioned reflex.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. The strange thing was that it was obviously a helpless smile, but because of his cold and fair appearance, it was a bit sinister.

I flinched, and he took a step towards me, lowered his head slightly, stared into my eyes, and watched silently for a while.

His eyeballs were brown, but after looking at them for a long time, they turned into a rust color, like the color of dirty blood.

I have a feeling of being stared at by a snake, no, being stared at by a Medusa, because I can't move any part of my body as if I were petrified.

He stared at my helpless appearance and grinned, looking very pleased.

Then he slowly raised his hand, gently picked up a strand of my hair, put it to his lips and kissed it, and said with a threatening smile under my astonished eyes:

"You'd better agree, Miss Natsume, I don't like being rejected. And that snow-white puppy, I don't think you would like to see its disembowelled and dismembered body?"

He said with a smile, but there was a kind of gentle and savage light in his eyes.

My lips began to quiver.The fear he brings to me is different from gin, it has a deeper level of fright, which is closer to instinct.It's like mice are afraid of cats and snakes are afraid of honey badgers.

I stared at him with wide eyes in bewilderment. He let go of my hair, put his mouth close to my ear, and said softly:

"Furutani Rei, what a good name, don't you think so, Natsume-san? I think it sounds much more righteous than Amuro Toru's disgusting fake name..."

His aura was different from Amuro's, it was less scorching and more depressively crazy. I couldn't help but retreated to the wall behind me and looked at him in horror.

He is a senior member of the organization, he knew Amuro's true identity, he arrested Haro, and he invited me to have dinner with him...

It's all like this, do I still have room for choice?

He has worked so hard, it's not just as simple as inviting me to dinner, what on earth is he going to do?

What is it worth for a person like me to spend so much time on?

"My car is across the way, please." He moved his face away from my cheek, pointed to a car across the road and said with a smile.

I saw a silver-gray Porsche, like a red-crowned crane, standing proudly among the gray-headed domestic cars.

I have no choice.

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Amuro: I seem to have changed my color a bit (???)