[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The woman's laughter echoed across the empty parking lot.Amuro pinched the steering wheel preoccupied, indifferent to the laughing man beside him.

What's more, this guy who made a woman's laughter was completely manly in appearance and attire. Although he was used to it, Amuro still found it indescribably weird.

"Have you considered joining the showbiz? Your acting skills make me feel inferior, Bourbon." The "man" with a female voice tore off his face, revealing a gorgeous face, "Looking at your performance today, even I can't stand it." I was moved by your bravery. But are you too into the drama?"

Amuro glanced at her sideways, then turned his face back, and continued to look at the rear of the car in front of him.

"I didn't set that bomb."

The woman who was laughing just now suddenly changed her face, and she looked at Amuro in astonishment.

"My bomb is still in the trunk. Today's bomb is a real deadly weapon, and mine is just a 'dud' that won't actually go off."

The woman——Bermod rolled her eyes, and suddenly showed a smile of watching the show: "It's getting more and more interesting, hehehe, but few people use inductive timing devices in the East."

Amuro was thoughtful: "That's right, the United States uses it more. You should know this better than me."

"Really? I'm not interested in bombs. But besides you, who else has murderous intentions for our little cat? But this time, the possibility that she is Margot can be ruled out."

"Probably." Amuro rubbed his chin and said, "But she has more and more doubts."

"Why do you say that?"

"Would an average person know that what she triggered was a sensor bomb? If she was an ordinary person, she would either not notice the ticking sound and get up and leave, or run away quickly because of fear, either of which would trigger the bomb. But she didn't, she directly Calling me for help shows she knows exactly what's sitting under her ass."

"I see."

Amuro was about to say something when the phone rang suddenly.

An unfamiliar number.

"excuse me--"

"An...Mr. Shi?"

It's Natsume.

"Miss Natsume?" She should have gone home.

"Can you come... stay with me for a while?" Natsume begged on the other end of the phone in a pitiful tone.

"Eh?" Amuro thought he had heard wrong.

"I'm alone... I'm a little scared. Of course, if it's not convenient for Mr. Amuro..."

"It's okay, I'll be there right away." Amuro said quickly.

Belmode smiled meaningfully, and Amuro, who put down the phone, caught a glimpse of her smiling face, and explained somewhat redundantly:

"I'm just going to rule it out a little further."

"Actually, you're quite gentle, Bourbon." Belmode teased as if he was teasing a small animal with a knowing expression of someone who had come here.

Amuro didn't want to get entangled with her: "I leave it to you to call the police."

Belmode nodded: "Go ahead and be your knight, I will report to the police exactly where the body was found. Hey, if I had known that I would be allowed to go, I wouldn't have torn up this handsome face, Have to do another one."

Belmode held up the easy-to-use dough, pouted regretfully.