[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"You...there's blood oozing..." I was a little incoherent, my fingers trembling from worry and embarrassment.

All the blood is rushing to my face, I think my face must look like a boiled shrimp.

He sat up with the support of the other arm, and his movements were not as blunt as before. Could it be possible that two hours of dormancy would revive him with full blood?This physique is too strong.

He raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and looked at my embarrassed face and eyes that had nowhere to rest.

I pulled my hand out, he chuckled, let go of my wrist, grabbed the towel on his forehead and wiped the sweat off his body, then handed the towel to me.

"?" I took the towel ignorantly, not knowing what he meant.

"Wash me up." He, who had regained his vitality, explained with a smile.

I clutched his sweat-soaked, limited-edition Disney towel, my favorite, and my heart was bleeding.

However, I complied disheartenedly, as if he had caught me.

"Do you usually take aspirin as a snack? Isn't this recovery ability too inhuman?"

He is a patient and I don't have the same knowledge as him, but I don't want to behave too well, so I said sarcastically while washing the towels.

"If I were like a porcelain doll, I would have been buried in the ground before." He replied disapprovingly, raised his arms to see how I was busy, and the corners of his mouth were clearly upturned, "But this time I want to thank you very much, I didn't expect you to be clumsy on weekdays , it’s quite meticulous in taking care of patients.”

When he said the word "detailed", his tone was quite subtle, and I immediately understood the meaning, and my face turned red and blue.

I threw the dripping towel on him: "I'm just out of concern, okay? I don't want you to die in my house. By the way, do you have other injuries, so just leave it alone?"

He caught the towel in a good-tempered manner, put it on his shoulder, and looked down at the bleeding area on the lower right side of his abdomen.

"This is a previous injury. It was already almost healed, but I accidentally stretched it when I changed the light bulb last night."

"It was you who made the trouble for a long time because you accidentally brought it up!" I thought he was stabbed by someone while performing a mission, and I felt that my previous sympathy had been betrayed.

He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh, by the way, do you have iodine, gauze, and medical tape at home?" He unscrupulously tore open his pants, exposing the gauze the size of soap, "I need to re-sterilize."

"I can go down and buy it." I staggered my eyes and said with a straight face, "Are you sure it's okay? You don't need to go to the hospital?"

"I have dealt with injuries dozens of times more severe than this myself." He smiled somewhat proudly, leaned his right shoulder towards me, pointed to a thumb-sized scar on it and said, "This is For gunshot wounds, I dug out the bullets with a knife in front of the mirror alone at night, then sterilized, sutured, and bandaged. And here—”

He pointed to a thin, thin scar that was almost invisible on the left chest, and continued: "This is a relatively long-term knife wound. I was 19 years old at the time, and my technique was not very good. It was mine. A friend helped me deal with it. We were chased and hid in a strange suit shop. He removed the needle from the sewing machine, sterilized it with a lighter, and sewed it up for me, which temporarily stopped the bleeding.”

When talking about this wound, his eyes were a little erratic, and his movements of rubbing the wound were very gentle. I seemed to guess who that friend was.

"I... I'm going down to buy medicine..." I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of situation, and his description aroused my discomfort. The image of blood dripping when he was treating the wound filled my mind, "Lie down first and then sleep a little longer , anyway, the store manager gave me a day off to take care of you, oh, don’t forget to drink the antipyretics and cold medicine.”

I put the medicine that I had been unable to feed on the bedside, explained the dosage, picked up the key and went downstairs.

When I returned home after buying the alcohol gauze, I saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book seriously, with a pair of beautiful butterfly bones facing me, like folded wings on his tight back.

An electric current ran through me.Be sure to let him get dressed in a while.

I took off my shoes and walked into the house. As the distance approached, I suddenly felt an ominous feeling...

Why does the book he is holding look so familiar...

"Ah!" I dashed over, grabbed the book in his hand, and said out of breath, "You, you... this, this is my friend's book... I, I..."

"You really have amnesia." He said with his face up, not believing my clumsy lies at all, "The people of the FBI are useless, so you don't have to start reading from the beginning. You...why did you come here? Japan? And because of what suddenly lost memory?"

"You believe I'm the FBI?" I asked in shock.

"I checked your information."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing was found."

"what?"

"It's suspicious only if nothing is found. There is not even an entry-exit record registered in your name. Your identity information here is all fake."

"You've already started investigating me?" I wasn't surprised at all, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, when you first came to my house, you behaved a little abnormally, did you notice something?"

Even if he finds out the mechanism on the TV, I have nothing to hide.They already know I'm the FBI anyway.

He looked at me suspiciously and curled his lips: "It seems that your IQ and professional sense of being an FBI have also been lost along with the memory. You installed three monitors at home, two of which are clearly located, and one opposite Stealthy, I think the two obvious monitors are decoys that will put the intruders off guard, and the real surveillance is the stealthy one."

I looked at him in shock, and the sniper encyclopedia in my hand fell to the ground: "Surveillance, surveillance? You said there are surveillance at my house!? There are three more? Then, my every move, my privacy, isn't it all, all exposed?

"It's all said that you pretended it yourself." He patted his forehead helplessly, "You can check the surveillance records to see what you have done before, and maybe you will recall some past events."

I gaped, still recovering from the shock.

He got off the bed, and quickly pulled out two monitors smaller than buttons from the top frame of the TV and the glass bayonet of the cabinet, but he looked at the monitors with a strange expression, not at all happy to find important evidence .

"Cut, it was destroyed." Somewhat annoyed, he flicked the monitor into the air with his thumb. The monitor drew a rounded arc and fell into the trash can impartially. "And it's very professional." Damage beyond repair. Damn."

"Oh..." I was shocked by his clean search. Even the FBI probably has few people with his keen insight and action.

Then, he pulled out the teddy bear from the cupboard, and roughly cut off the bear's two eyeballs.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

A monitor of the same type that he dug out suddenly stopped me from speaking.Still he shook his head.

"It was also destroyed." He smacked his lips. "Ordinary people will not notice the monitor you hide in the eye of the toy. This shows that the person who destroyed this is a professionally trained veteran."

"Don't scare me, okay?" I looked around in horror, as if there was a pair of peeping eyes hidden in a corner, and my feet approached him unconsciously.

He curled his lips and ignored the monitor.He rubbed his chin for a while, then raised his eyes to look at me.

"Can you still get in touch with your companions in the FBI? Or, have you forgotten their names?"

I shook my head: "I can't even remember."

He sighed, and his eyes fell on the bag of medicine I bought back.

"Can you change the medicine for me?" He quickly changed into a smiling mode, and pulled off a large piece of his pants, "I have a fever now, and my hands and feet are not convenient."

nonsense.He is definitely teasing me!

"You, you can change it yourself, I believe you will be fine, I... I'm afraid I'll get you infected." I dodged my eyes and said.

"Why are you so uncomfortable? It's just asking you to change your medicine, not any special service." He blinked, "Or do you want to do something further?"

Anyone who came across this scene, this conversation, would not want to miss it.Even if he was purely joking.

Yes, I would very much like to go further.I want to take the fruit knife on the side and cut a hole in one of his kidneys, so that he will have more energy than energy in the future.

"Hey, don't overreact so much, okay? It's not like I've never seen a man naked." Seeing my dull expression of not knowing what to do, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lifted the gauze himself, revealing a bloody wound, " Didn't you have a boyfriend before? Or does your amnesia also include many details?"

While teasing me casually, he dipped a cotton swab in iodine and wiped the wound without blushing and shaking his hands. After the surface was wiped, he opened the inside with tweezers and continued to wipe, which made me feel pain.

This man is really cruel to himself.

No, now is not the time to care about him, I have to maintain my innocence.

"I've had boyfriends, but we're platonic."

He stopped what he was doing, looked up from under his eyelids, and then let out a chuckle.

"Really? That guy doesn't look like a herbivore."

That rascal?How could he know my boyfriend in that world, and we broke up after graduation——

I suddenly realized who he was talking about.

"You...don't talk nonsense. I said that I had dated him that day to get rid of the siege. We are just a very simple colleague relationship. Don't make up your mind!"

"Hmm." He hummed, I don't think he listened at all.

"We were just partners for a while," I added.

"Yeah." He changed a new cotton swab.

"..."

I didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore, I squatted down and picked up the poor teddy bear, and put back the eyeballs hanging from the sockets.

"You didn't go home last night, did you? Where did you go?" He suddenly asked faintly behind me.

My neck stiffened and I turned around.

"Didn't you lose your memory? Where would a person who can't remember anything go except his own home? I'm curious."

He covered the wound with a piece of clean gauze, taped it up, pulled the trousers back to his waist, then raised his head, looked me in the eyes and asked.

"I... went to live in a hotel, it's not safe here." I lied.

He had a look of "fudge, you continue to fudge".

"A lot of cosmetics are gone in the bathroom, the phone charger is not here, and there are a few items missing in the closet—" He took a few steps closer to me, "I'm really curious where you can go. Oh, just now Why do you remember him when you say you don't remember any of your companions? You're not quite telling the truth, are you?"

"You——" I was suddenly very, very angry. I was kind enough to help, but I worried in vain for a long time, but this guy took advantage of me to go out to buy medicine, and went to the bathroom and checked my closet, didn't he? A little revenge?

Just as I was about to fight back, I suddenly felt my body tremble, and a certain nerve suddenly tensed up. There seemed to be a sharp thing pointing at me in the distance, and I seemed to hear the sound of it stirring the air and whistling.

not good!

I wanted to cry out in horror, but my feet seemed to be stuck to the ground.

Amuro in front of me also changed his face, and rushed forward. I was pushed down to the ground by him. Before the sound of my body colliding with the ground could be heard, the bullet broke through the window and was deeply embedded in the wall at the same level as my temple.

If I hadn't been thrown down at this critical moment, then I would have been a corpse with a hole in my head at this moment.

I was trembling, the weight of him on me reassuring me a bit.

"Cut!" He looked towards the window vigilantly and wanted to get up. I instinctively stretched my arms and hooked his neck and back tightly.

I was so strong that I was surprised, as if grasping the last straw.

"Don't..." I said with trembling lips, "don't go."

He was stunned, looking at me fixedly, but he didn't resist, allowing me to pull him into my arms and hold him tightly.

I buried my face in his warm neck and sobbed.

Someone is really going to kill me.

Second time.

I am afraid that I will not be put to death, and I will never give up.