[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

On the way home, I went to the supermarket opposite the community and bought some fruits and vegetables, as well as a few bottles of canned coffee.Thinking of reading at night with the lamp on, I bought a few highlighters, a bag of N stickers, and two leather-bound notebooks of moderate thickness.

When checking out, the cashier asked me with a smile if I was new here. I lied vaguely, wondering why this pretty face was so invisible.

There is a small shop selling oden near the supermarket. I have always wanted to try authentic oden, so I couldn't help but lure in. Half an hour later, I walked out with a bulging stomach.

When I got home, I took a shower, stuffed the changed clothes into the washing machine, put on loose pajamas, opened a can of coffee, and opened the book "100 Things You Need to Know About Sniping" amidst the roar of the washing machine. thing".

I was very absorbed in reading it, perhaps because of the remaining memories of Natsume Akie, I was familiar with these common senses, and I was also very interested. Before I knew it, I saw the middle of the night, and the edge of the book was covered with colorful sticky notes.

Now I have a very comprehensive understanding of sniping, but it's only on paper.Just like driving a car, no amount of knowledge is as useful as practicing on the road.

After closing the book, I went to the bathroom to hang up the dried clothes.On the washstand was the Poirot badge that I had to wear when I was working. I picked it up and looked at it, and I suddenly felt that everything was quite a coincidence.

As soon as I crossed over, I lay on the edge of the beach, like Leonardo in Inception. The waves of seawater that kept washing up hit my body, and I got up wet. It took a long time wide awake.

I remember that my name is Natsume Akie, and I live in Mihuacho 6-chome. I remember the location and house number of the apartment very clearly, but I can't remember what "I" does.

Dragging my body that survived the catastrophe, I staggered forward like the heroine who survived the murderer in an American horror movie. I met a kind uncle driving a truck and sent me back to Mihua Town.

When I came to a strange home, it took me a whole afternoon to sort out my thoughts and confirm the fact that I had crossed.

I started looking for food in the house, there were only a few bottles of yogurt in the refrigerator, and the box under the bed was full of instant noodles and potato chips. I ate it with relish and sweated profusely while complaining about how unhealthy this woman’s diet was.

I was soaked in the cold sea water in March for an unknown amount of time, and no one could bear it. However, although the owner of my body is thin, his physique is quite strong. If I were in the past, I would have been dragged to the emergency room for rescue.

After calming down, I saw a note on the desk next to the bed, which read "March 3 at 9:1 p.m., Mihuacho 5-chome 39, Polo Coffee Shop", and drew three times with a red marker. exclamation point.

I don't know what this means, but it must be important to Natsume Shue, so I decided to check it out.When I came to the gate of Poirot and saw the Maori Detective Agency, I knew where I had traveled.

I saw the big word "recruitment" pasted on the glass of the coffee shop, and I subconsciously thought that Natsume Qiujiang was here to apply for the job.

So I became Poirot's waitress.

However, what was Natsume's original purpose?After these days of ups and downs, I realized that she had other plans to go to Poirot, but I mistakenly misunderstood her as applying for a job.

But for me who has no financial resources in this strange world, it is very important to have a job, so after being photographed by Ms. Enomoto, I gladly took her class without much thought.

Just when I was thinking wildly, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I felt terrified, the phone that had just installed the calling card suddenly rang.

The shrill music sounded like scratching fingernails without warning, which made me tremble all over with fright.I ran to the living room, picked up the phone, and saw a number I didn't recognize.

I'm a little nervous.I didn't tell anyone about my phone number, I still use Natsume Qiujiang's old number, that is to say, the caller is probably looking for her.

Who is the one?parents?boyfriend?Or a fellow killer who also knows how to use a sniper rifle?

I shivered and pressed the answer button with ambivalence and reluctance.

There was a low, gloomy smile on the other end of the phone, a woman's smile, creepy.

The hairs all over his body stood on end in an instant, and the permeating ghostly aura climbed up his back like a snake.

It was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and everything was silent. I was alone in my apartment in Japan, and suddenly I received a call from a stranger. A woman's sinister sneer came out of the phone.

The standard scene of this kind of horror movie is not frightening.

"You—" my lips trembled, thinking it was someone's prank, "who are you looking for?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and then there was a silence.

Just when I thought it was a prank, and my mood turned from fear to anger, the woman spoke again, her voice hoarse and invariable, as if someone was pinching her vocal cords.

"Do you remember me, bitch?"

She spoke English, standard American English with a New York accent.

I am stunned.

who is it?

Although there was only a short sentence, the malice contained in it overflowed, making people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

After saying this, a busy tone came from the other end.I was holding the phone, trembling all over, like falling into an ice cave.

So, I lost sleep again.

"Is it all right, Miss Natsume?" Xiaolan looked at me with concern. Conan was sitting on the child's seat, drinking a glass of juice, and he was replying messages on his mobile phone, typing at a fast speed.

"Hehehe..." I smiled wryly, "I watched a horror movie last night, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep."

Amuro was busy behind the order counter and didn't look up at me at all. I walked between the tables with two panda eyes, my head was like a pot of paste.

Xiaolan and the others left after breakfast. At about 09:30, there were almost no guests.At this time, a young man dressed in elite clothes walked in.

"Hey, good morning, beauty, can I have a cappuccino?" He said in a good temper, walked to the center of the room and sat down relaxedly, with his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his crossed fingers, Smile at me ambiguously.

"Well, okay." I hurried to make coffee, and when Amuro came out of the bathroom, he seemed to be taken aback when he saw the man, and then he showed a rather helpless smile.

As soon as I brought him the coffee, the fat uncle who delivered the goods came in with a huge box.

He is a rather burly man, weighing at least 200 catties by visual inspection, but because of this, he is so strong that he can hold a whole box of ingredients with one arm.

He will deliver the day's raw materials at this time every day.

"Oh, I left the essence in the van." Halfway through the count, he said apologetically, "Please help me get it."

He was speaking to me.

"I'll go." Amuro volunteered, but the uncle said that there were still two boxes of salmon and eels outside the door, and he needed the help of a strong man to move them to the refrigerator as soon as possible.

"There is still salmon in the refrigerator, and the eel is enough for a few days. Did the boss remember it wrong?" Amuro asked a little puzzled, "And there is no label on the ingredient list."

The fat uncle shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, the boss asked me to send it, you can call him to confirm."

"No need, I'll move it for you later." He took half of the list I picked out and said to me, "Miss Natsume, please go to the car to get some essence."

"The essence is in the cloth pocket under the passenger seat." The fat man said emphatically.

"Okay." I asked the fat man where he parked the car, and he said it was at the gate of the residential parking lot at the back. I took his car keys and trotted across two roads to the parking lot.

Didn't he always stop at the door before?Why did it stop so far away today?Is it because traffic control day does not allow casual parking?

Soon, I found his car, opened the door with the key, and saw the pocket of the box containing the fragrance.

It was placed on the other side of the passenger seat, and I had to sit in the driver's seat and bend sideways to reach it.

I had no choice but to get into the car, sit down on the driver's seat, and stretched my arms to hook the bag over.

As I straightened up, my chest touched the steering wheel.The air in the car was stuffy, and there was a looming smell of oily dirt that is unique to elderly people.

I wrinkled my nose, and just about to lift my butt to get out of the car, I suddenly froze.

Uncle is a very fat and burly man, but the distance between the driver's seat and the steering wheel is too tight for a thin woman like me, how can he sit in it?

An ominous feeling arises spontaneously.

Did I get on the wrong car?Impossible, the key was handed over from him.

At this moment, a soft, rhythmic ticking sound came from the ear.

Click, click, click...

Kind of like the sound of an alarm clock going off.

A certain nerve in the back of my memory suddenly tensed up. I don’t know why, but I’m absolutely sure that it’s not the sound of clock hands moving, but—a ticking time bomb!

For a moment, my mind went blank, and a double image appeared in front of my eyes.I was trembling, concentrating all my strength, and wanted to get out of the car quickly, but a voice suddenly exploded in my head.

"Don't move!"

That's my voice.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!" The voice said sternly and anxiously, no, it was a roar.

"Are you going to sit here and die?" I finally broke down and shouted to myself.

"Hurry up and ask for help! Quickly, find a trustworthy person to ask for help! Immediately!"

I couldn't tell whether it was my subconscious mind that was speaking, or a think tank that was really giving me advice. In a state of extreme panic, I could only obey, took out my mobile phone, and dialed the only number I remembered for ordering food from Poirot.

The call was connected in almost a second.Incredibly fast.

"Hello——" Amuro's voice was like a ray of sunshine, making me feel hopeful all of a sudden.

He can do it.He must be able to save me!

"Mr. Amuro, save, save me! Please come quickly, I'm in the parking lot, there's a bomb in the car! I can't move!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

This was probably the first time in my life that I yelled in such a desperate tone.

Then I started to cry.Howling.

I'm really scared.