[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I don't know how I got off work.The guests came up quickly, and I ran around mechanically, trying not to look at Amuro's face.He was no different from usual, his silhouette bathed in sunlight was soft and handsome, many high school girls came running to him specially, giggling while eating dessert.

"Hey, do you think this woman has a relationship with him in private?" A girl with orange hair and a single ponytail asked, she was eating a chocolate parfait with chocolate sauce sticking to the corner of her mouth.

"No way, the two of them don't seem to have a tacit understanding at all, and they are not as suitable as the girl before." Her companion, a girl with long black and straight hair, muttered.

"But Mr. Amuro is so handsome! Especially the way he looks serious and busy in an apron, ah, I really want to take him home and cook dinner for me alone!" The third girl stared at the dining table in a nympho It's about to pop out.

Take it home?Not a puppy.I thought angrily, and put a karst cake they ordered on the table.

"It's so fierce." When I turned my head to leave, I heard them whispering again, "But they are very beautiful, maybe they are of mixed race, and their figure is also very good, about 1 meters."

Their unintentional compliments made me feel a little better, and I had a smile on my face when I returned to the dining table.Amuro was peeling potatoes, and a customer ordered pasta gratin.

In fact, I really want to try the dishes he cooks himself, other than sandwiches.

"Can I...can you help?" Although I'm still a bit grumpy about what happened before, I can't just do errands with my wages and leave the most complicated things to him, so I want to lend a helping hand, and by the way, I get close. Improve favorability.

He rolled his eyes in my direction under the drooping eyelashes, and replied in a troubled tone: "Whoever can cut a potato in half, let's attract guests with a smiling face, miss."

I blushed and looked down to see a few band-aids on my hands.When he went to the supermarket to buy urgent ingredients the day before yesterday, a customer ordered a meal that needed to be covered with mashed potatoes. I had to peel the potatoes myself, sweating profusely, and finally made the mashed potatoes. When there was a large piece of potato skin in the trash can, his face was full of shock.

Even so, I managed to scratch my hand a few small cuts.The Band-Aid was put on me by him. I remember the way he lowered his head to put the Band-Aid on my hand: his beige-blond hair was covered with sunlight, his eyes were serious and focused, and he exuded the breath of the sun like a sunflower. After two days, such and such accidents happened between us.

So, I ran to the door in desperation to see if there were any guests who needed my help.

Everyone ate happily, but it made me look like a person who shouldn't exist here.

Finally, when it was about to close, there were only three or five office workers waiting to close and get up to leave.I thought I would be able to escape from here immediately, and my mood suddenly relaxed, but when I thought of the person who was going to blow me up and the photos that were secretly taken yesterday, I felt chills in my heart.

In fact, the more I realized at night that I was in danger.

Amuro is not in the store at the moment, I am responsible for closing the store today, and he left half an hour ago.I looked at the goose yellow lights in the store, and suddenly didn't want to leave.

Here, at least there is a sense of security.Upstairs is Mr. Mori's family. If I am in danger, I can get help immediately.

At this time, a tall man with broad shoulders walked in.

"Welcome light—" I suppressed a yawn, looked up, and found that it was actually Subaru Okiya.

He was dressed as he was that day, with a leather-colored coat and a turtleneck, and walked into Poirot with a smile.

"I'm really sorry to bother you when I'm about to leave work." He walked up to me, bringing a warm and familiar breath.

That's right, it's him, the fake Akai Shuichi.I am familiar with his calm aura, although I have not experienced it myself.

"Uh, no, it's okay, what do you want?" I quickly jumped up from the chair.

His eyes are slightly open behind the lenses, and I can feel his gaze rapidly examining me. I am seen through like a patient undergoing an X-ray examination.

But the strange thing is, I'm not afraid of him at all, not at all.

"That book is very useful." I scratched my cheek and said in a low voice, "I feel like I picked up a lot of forgotten knowledge."

"Have you forgotten?" He held the mirror frame thoughtfully. "Everyone forgets something, which is normal. But shooting and sniping are experienced by the body. Why do you forget?"

I have a feeling that I am receiving a code.If I didn't know the details of everyone, I would definitely be baffled by his words.

"Because of amnesia." I smiled, "About a week ago, I got a serious illness and forgot a lot of past events."

"I see." He didn't feel any shock at all, as if he had already guessed.

"Where's your colleague?" He looked inside.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Amuro, he left a little earlier."

"Then give me a glass of bourbon, please." He laughed.

There are not many types of alcohol in Polori, except for Japanese sake, there are only common brandy, rum, bourbon and some prepared cocktails.

I nodded and poured him a glass of bourbon, deftly topped with three cubes of ice.

He was taken aback when he saw the ice cubes in the wine, and then smiled meaningfully.

I don't know why I just added three yuan, but seeing his expression, I probably guessed that the previous memory is subtly blending into my consciousness, and it is gradually awakening with the constant contact with past acquaintances.

He sat by the door and window, raised his glass, and drank one sip at a time.

Suddenly, the honking of police cars sounded from far and near.Faster and faster, approaching our block.

I rushed to the door, and I saw a row of police cars hurrying over. The lights of the cars formed a blurred light, flickering in the evening light.

Is something wrong?

"It should be chasing fugitives." He appeared behind me silently, and calmly analyzed, "There are so many cars out, I'm afraid there are hostages."

The car being chased sped past us at this moment, kicking up a cloud of dust.

huh?

I rubbed my eyes, why did the two children in the car look so familiar just now?

I looked with my wide and farsighted eyes, yes, the two girls sitting in the back seat of the car with their mouths gagged by cloth strips were none other than Ayumi and Xiaoai.

"Are you going to chase?" He suddenly asked.

"?" It took me a while to understand what he meant, I nodded, followed him into a red sports car in a mysterious way.

When he started the car, the police car behind him came after him. When he turned the steering wheel, we rushed to the front like a torpedo.

This scene really seemed familiar.

A strange force awakened in my body, I sat up straight suddenly, rolled down the car window, looked at the rickety car in front of me, which seemed to be overturned at any moment, and always felt that something was missing in my hand.

True, a gun was missing.

"Don't worry." He said, looking ahead, "That kind of car is not suitable for high-speed driving, and it won't take long to—"

Before he finished speaking, the car in front responded to the call and blew out the tire. The car braked urgently, rubbing against the ground and sparks visible to the naked eye.

He also stopped the car.

There were two hijackers, both men. One of them grabbed the two girls and got out of the car, while the other put a rifle behind them.

Surrounded by high-rise residential buildings, only one supermarket is lit.

I glanced at him.

He nodded at me, and I got out of the car with a short body, hiding in the bushes opposite the supermarket like a phantom.

He deliberately parked the car in this position, so that I can hide it silently.

Seeing that I was hiding, he got out of the car and raised his hands.

"Don't come here!" The gunman pointed the gun at him, but Ayumi screamed immediately, and the gun pointed at her again.

Xiao Ai looked much calmer, but when she saw Okiya Subaru getting out of the car, her face turned pale, and she had a tendency to lean into the kidnapper's arms.

Police cars followed, there were five of them, and the robbers took the girls into the supermarket, drove all the staff out of the supermarket, and locked the door.

I lay down in the grass, looking at the scene through the glass window of the supermarket across a wide street.

The robbers did not close the blinds, indicating that they wanted to be seen by the police outside, and they probably wanted to negotiate terms.

There were light footsteps nearby, and three policemen armed with sniper rifles hid in the bushes in front of me. Because of my long-sightedness, I usually lurk far away. I saw them gesturing to each other and assigning the ambush position.

They were probably on standby, waiting for their colleagues to lure the armed kidnapper outside, and then sniped according to the situation.

The two policemen who got out of the police car looked familiar to me, and after a closer look, they turned out to be Sato and Chiba.They said something to Okiya Subaru, and the latter returned to the car obediently, and drove the car a hundred meters away.I can't see him anymore.

Time passed by, and I squatted in the grass, staring straight ahead.

After about half an hour, the robbers didn't come out, but their emotions became more and more agitated, and they danced in the supermarket. I had a bad feeling.

Any negotiation, if there is no progress for more than a quarter of an hour, it is almost impossible to succeed. Now twice the time has passed, and the two sides are in a stalemate. The robbers under psychological pressure will definitely put all their eggs in one basket and act irrationally.

For example, kill a hostage first.

This is also the reason why the police are most troubled by cases where more than two people are held hostage. One is that it is not easy to rescue, and the other is that one hostage will become cannon fodder at any time.

This is more likely to happen if the robber is a murderer.

I looked at the three snipers in front of me and felt that I couldn't wait any longer.

I don't know why I moved behind them so firmly, and patted the shoulder of the person who seemed to be the team leader.

"Lend me the gun." I said in a deep voice.

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I'm going to be a little busy next time, maybe I'll be off for two days~~~