[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I saw the window where the woman in the pink skirt fell from the building, facing a forest, the woman fell by the flower bed, surrounded by nothing but a few cars, let alone pedestrians, she was lying alone in the blood stains, like a flower blooming too Gorgeous dahlias.

I stood by the window like a puppet for a long time, during which no one passed by, nor did I hear any exclamations.I'm almost certain that no one else noticed this except me.

Although he is a super fan of mystery novels and suspense movies, this is the first time he saw a dead body that died unnaturally in reality.I was a little at a loss, but my eyes still seemed to be hooked, staring at me.

It took about ten minutes before I felt the need to call the police.So with the help of Natsume Matsue's memory, he called the Japanese police.But immediately felt that something was missing, walked to the living room and stumbled on the corner of the table, and then remembered that he should call an ambulance.

Putting down my phone, I took a few deep breaths, put on my coat, took the elevator to the back door of the apartment, and turned to where the body was.My sense of direction has always been bad, but this time it was quite accurate. Maybe it's because the flowerbed full of goose yellow roses is so easy to find.

I don't know why I went downstairs. If I stayed upstairs and waited for the police and medical staff to arrive, I had fulfilled my duty as a witness.It may be because of a certain awareness in the detective-themed comics, I actually carefully observed the details around me.

The poor person who fell from the building was probably dead. Her face was loosely wrapped by thick and messy long hair. Through the gaps in the hair, she could see her tightly closed eyes and lips painted with light lipstick.She appeared to be in her 20s, with a quiet expression, probably suicidal.

I patted my cheek with my palm to calm myself down, raised my head, and looked upstairs.

First, she must have lived above me, and I found my window right away (the curtains were a rare peacock green) and continued to look up.There are about seven or eight houses with lights on above me, except for the ones that are very far away and are unlikely to pass my window if I jump off, there are only three that look like her house.

These three windows happened to be located directly above me, on the sixth, eighth and ninth floors respectively.Among them, the windows on the eighth floor were open, and the curtains that were almost the same color as her pajamas trembled in the night wind.

The other two windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were all drawn. Anyone with a little intelligence could tell which window she jumped out of.

That's right, it's the eighth floor.

As soon as I came to a conclusion, police cars and ambulances arrived one after the other.A young policeman of medium height and lean build came down, um, it was Takagi Wataru.

He asked me politely about what he had witnessed, and finally came to the same inference as I did, which made me vaguely uneasy.

Isn't this person and Mori Kogoro always used to eliminate the correct answer? If you think this way, the woman probably didn't commit suicide, but homicide, such as being pushed down...

Paramedics regrettably announced that the woman's head had shattered and she died almost immediately after falling to the ground.

This news made me feel sad for her, but at the same time a little happy.Because I was so shocked at the time, I had to react for nearly 10 minutes before calling the ambulance. If it was because of my slowness that caused her death, I would definitely blame myself for a long time.

We came to the eighth floor and called the administrator to open the door. As soon as we entered the door, a faint scent of jasmine wafted out. Seeing that Takagi didn't stop me, I followed in.

Everything in the room is very tidy, there are pictures of the woman on the bedside table and on the wall, it is definitely her room, and her clothes are neatly folded on the chair beside the bed, and behind the chair is the place where she jumped off. window.

Under the long and narrow granite window sill, there are two slippers. No matter how you look at them, they all point to a fact:

suicide.

"It seems that it is indeed a suicide." Takagi thought carefully for a while, and finally touched his chin and said.

"Hmm..." I was also infected by him, and touched my chin, "But why did you commit suicide in your pajamas?"

Gao Mu thought for a while, pointed to the messy marks on the bed and said: "She was tossing and turning on the bed, her mood was very unstable, and then she suddenly got up and jumped off the stairs. Maybe she wanted to commit suicide very early, and she was suddenly caught by something tonight." The incident stimulated me a bit, and I jumped down from upstairs."

It is not unreasonable to say so.I have read some documentary literature, and it is true that many suicides are acts of passion. I remember a young man in the United States who was squatting on the toilet when he heard a song suddenly. The house window jumped out.

Takagi asked me about the time again, and I accurately reported the exact time when I witnessed her speeding past my window: ten o'clock.

He asked some more questions that I couldn't see the relevance to, and I answered them somewhat absent-mindedly, while my eyes flicked back and forth across the room.

Always feel that something is wrong?

Her room is very clean, but there are a lot of things on the floor, which is also understandable. Young girls like to throw things away and tidy them up after several days. This can only show that she has no cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive disorder.

My eyes fell on the clothes she wore on the back of the chair, the light blue dress and the milky white knitted cardigan, the texture is very delicate, it is not cheap at first glance.

What's wrong with it?

I shook my head, really can't think of it.Forget it, don't think that a person who dies must be a murder case. The suicide rate in Japan is extremely high, and there must be countless people who jump out of their windows every day, so why should I struggle with it.

My top priority now is to go back to the house and sleep quickly, and start tomorrow's part-time job with full energy.

Takagi thoughtfully sent me to the door downstairs, and wrote down my house number and mobile phone number. After some red tape, he answered a call on the way—it was Officer Sato. Judging from the stuttering tone.

After everything was over, I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn’t fall asleep. All the ghost stories I heard before were remembered at this moment. According to Chinese tradition, if someone committed suicide in this building, her room is a haunted house, and I not only witnessed her death , and went to this haunted house for a walk, will her soul entangle me...

Please, this is just a detective comic, not a supernatural comic.

As a result, I didn't fall asleep all night, and the next day, with two panda eyes on my face, I changed into a gray-blue dress and rushed to Poirot in a hurry.