[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I tried my best to stuff my things into a travel bag, and when I packed it up, I was sweating profusely.

"Saitama Prefecture, it's quite far away." Okiya Subaru sat on the sofa, drinking a cup of black coffee leisurely, crossing his legs to watch me busy.

"Well, but there should be no problem. Mr. Amuro said he was driving." I wiped my sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It should only be for one day, right? You brought three skirts, a shirt and jeans." He smiled behind the steam of coffee.

Only then did I realize that I had gone too far, and quickly pulled out the two skirts, leaving my favorite pink dress.

I secretly glanced at him with a guilty conscience, and suddenly felt that my life was not easy.

At work during the day, there is a detective with poisonous eyes and a poisonous mouth; when I go home at night, I can’t escape the gaze of wisdom. I seem to be a transparent person, and they can deduce my thoughts from my every move.

In the future, I will simply change my name to Natsume Watson.

"Women will pay special attention to their appearance in front of men they like." He added redundantly.

"Yes, is it? I... just don't have a change of clothes because I'm afraid it will rain." I picked up my bulging bag, and Erica's amazing arm strength often made me feel like a female orangutan.

"I'll take it to you."

"No, please don't!" I shook my head frantically. After all, I had to point at Amuro all the way, and I didn't want to add another factor to upset him. What if he got upset and threw me on the mountain road to fend for myself? manage?I can't mess with him.

"Then, take care all the way." He was still smiling.

When I arrived at Poirot with my bag, Amuro had already finished all the preparations for closing the store, and a white Mazda was parked at the door.

"Are you going on a long trip, Brother Amuro?" I heard Conan ask, he was poking his head out of the window on the second floor, looking down curiously.

My heart tightened, for fear that he would say "I want to go too".

It's not a good thing to bring death on the road.

"Yes, but it's not very far, in Saitama Prefecture." Amuro replied.

"Oh—ah, it hurts!" Conan's face suddenly disappeared by the window sill, and Uncle Maori's voice came out:

"Damn brat, don't open the window and hang around, the signal is not good!" He was watching the horse betting again.

The upstairs windows were quickly shut.

When I got into the car, I was faced with an important choice: where to sit?

Sitting in the co-pilot, I would feel very uneasy if I had to be in close contact with him; but sitting in the back would make him feel that I had ghosts in my heart and was inexplicably hypocritical.

He opened the car door, put one arm on the top frame of the door, and raised one eyebrow: "What are you dawdling for?"

I was in a dilemma, and under his gaze, I sat down in the co-pilot seat honestly.

Because when I instinctively reached out to pull the door at the back, his eyes turned sideways and his expression was very displeased.So I had no choice but to go to the front and sit down beside him.

"Seat belt." He tapped on the steering wheel, and I quickly put on my seat belt.

I thought he would scold me for my clumsiness, but from the corner of my eye I clearly saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He drove fast and steadily, and drove out of the crowded urban area in just over an hour. I took out a can of coffee from my carry-on bag and handed it to him: "Do you want to drink something? It's the easiest time to get sleepy at this time."

He pursed his mouth towards the storage slot between the seats, and I put the coffee in it. In an awkward silence, I continued to admire the scenery I was tired of seeing outside the window.

I should have known better with a novel.

"By the way, the weather today is really nice, and the wind is very cool." I really couldn't bear this kind of silence where I could even hear my breathing clearly, so I had nothing to say.

"You—" He didn't respond to my pleasantries about the weather, but asked in an interrogative tone, "How did you know Matsuda Jinpei?"

"..." I lowered my head and rubbed my hands, unable to make up a convincing argument.

He glanced at me keenly, and I continued rubbing my hands.

"Mr. Amuro, how did you know Matsuda Jinpei?" After a while, I asked back.

His arms froze, and then a self-deprecating sneer appeared.

This topic is over, and the atmosphere continues to be awkward.

Later, he kindly allowed me to turn on the car radio, listened to popular songs for a while, and when I got tired of listening, I tuned to the news station.

"The road murderer escaped again, and the police failed to hunt him down." The female announcer reported in a calm and clear voice.

"New evidence has been obtained for the serial burglary and murder case. The murderer was committed by multiple people. Residents are requested to do a good job of home security and do not open the door to strangers easily."

"Hey, this world is really not peaceful." I turned off the radio and sighed with my head against the car window. "We won't meet that road killer."

"That's good, we can bring him to justice along the way." Amuro said disapprovingly.

The car officially drove into the outskirts of the city, and a large expanse of open fields leaped into view. There were very few vehicles on the flat road. He accelerated and drove forward, and the emerald green outside the window drifted backward like clouds.

Looking at the beautiful natural scenery and feeling the comfort of the breeze blowing on my face, I couldn't help drinking more water.The water was churning furiously in my bladder half an hour later.

"Can you... stop for a moment, I want to relieve you..." After holding back for as long as I could, I asked with a blushing face.

He slams on the brakes so hard that I almost lose control of my bladder.

"Sorry..." I quickly got out of the car and trotted 100 meters away.

There are only bushes nearby, so I picked a hidden place and solved this problem in the most primitive way.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I felt like an eye flashed in the bushes. When I lifted up my skirt in horror and looked around, the feeling of being watched suddenly disappeared.

I'm a little uneasy.It was only past six o'clock, but the sky was much darker than usual. The air became humid and hot at some point, and a heavy rain seemed to be ready to go.

I hurried back to where Amuro parked his car.Seeing him, I immediately felt safe, and got into the car with a stride.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that my face was not quite right, he asked, and started the car at the same time.

"There seems to be something hidden in the bush just now, maybe a small animal."

He turned back onto the road.

"The weather forecast didn't say that it would rain heavily tonight." He smacked his lips as he looked at the gray clouds that were accumulating in the sky.

"We should find a hotel to stay, and leave early tomorrow." I said.

"Go ahead, at least you have to pass the winding mountain road ahead."

We had just traveled 500 meters when we were stopped by a man in a black rainproof jacket.

He stood alone on the side of the road, carrying a huge black backpack, waving desperately at us.

Amuro parked the car next to him.

It was a pale man in his early thirties, and he looked younger because of his pale features. He bent down, and his wary face immediately relaxed when he saw me.

"Well, can you give me a ride?" He asked with a flattering smile.

Amuro and I looked at each other.

"Where are you going?" Amuro asked.

"There is a villa ahead, I want to go there, but I suggest you go there with me, there will be a heavy rain soon, the road leading to the hotel will definitely collapse in front, you can't get through." He said firmly.

"How are you so sure?" I asked curiously.

He smiled and pointed to his backpack: "I am a teacher of the Astronomy Department of Mihua University. I am more accurate in judging the weather than instruments. Trust me."

"Get in the car." Amuro nodded at him, probably he himself had already made this judgment.

The man said thank you, opened the car door and sat behind me. When the schoolbag was put on the seat, there was a sound of iron clashing.

"My name is Karasuma Takuya, please give me your advice."

The can of coffee I was holding in my hand rolled to the ground with a bang.