[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

My room is a standard guest room, with a bed, a table, and a simple cabinet. I saw that the room opposite Anshi has the same configuration, even the curtains are the same color, like twins.

"Why? Do you want to share a bed with me?" Seeing me keep looking into his room, he stood at the door and asked with his hands on his hips.

"..." I thought I gave him a fierce look, and closed the door hard.

The scene of me hugging him tightly that day came to my mind again. I shook my shoulders numbly and threw myself on the soft single bed that smelled mildly musty because it hadn't been used for a long time.

The thunderstorm was still going on outside. I lay on the bed for a while, and suddenly remembered those two numbers. After thinking about them for a while, I didn't understand the meaning.

I even wonder if this is her signal to me?I'm not sure anymore.

After a day of running around and catalyzed by the weather, I soon felt tired for a while. I turned off the light with all my strength, and then fell on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept for, it may be a long time, or it may only be a few ten minutes. I feel that my body is very heavy, as if something heavy and wet is pressing on my body, and a fishy smell of rainwater fills my mouth. The nose, cheeks and neck were wet, and there was a heavy, animal-like wheezing in the ears.

This feeling is very real, but I can't move at all, and I can't even open my eyes, as if I have encountered a ghost pressing the bed.

This state lasted for several minutes, and then I felt dizzy again and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, the room was still dark.I thought I had slept for a long time, so long that it should be morning when I opened my eyes, but the thick darkness in front of me told me that it might only be midnight now.

I habitually touched the pillow, but there was no mobile phone, and then I remembered to leave the mobile phone on the mantelpiece in the living room.I closed my eyes for a few minutes before I was able to get out of bed.

My head is unimaginably heavy, like a hangover. I rarely have such a headache. Could it be that I was drenched in the rain?

I tiptoed to the door, turned on the light, walked out of the room, and walked down the dark corridor to the living room downstairs.

Nuo Da's mansion was so dark that you couldn't reach your fingers, and the sound of rain outside made the whole space even more dead like a tomb. Follow and keep blowing into it.

But I didn't even have the courage to turn back.If I had known, I wouldn’t have come out. Anyway, there was no signal, and I could only play Plants vs. Zombies for a while when I got my phone back.

But now that he has reached the stairs and has gone down two steps, he simply walked down the handrail in one go.

Of the two floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, only one has the curtains drawn, and the other is completely open. With the intermittent thunder, I can barely make out the outline of the object, so as not to bump my head against the storage shelf.

I cautiously groped forward, everything in the living room turned into silhouettes, and there seemed to be some kind of strange whirring sound mixed with the pattering rain. I didn't dare to think too much, and after touching the mobile phone on the fireplace, I hurried back Walk.

When I turned around, my eyes glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows inadvertently. Under the reflection of a blue lightning, I saw a black shadow on the window!

I covered my mouth and took several steps back. The black figure was lying on the French window like a spider, looking inside desperately...

I saw a mess of hair, and a pair of beast-like yellow eyes, which suddenly turned and looked at me in the dark...

I wanted to scream, but the cry was stuck in my throat and I couldn't get it out. I tripped over the sofa leg and fell painfully as I was stepping back.

I didn't care about the pain, and ran up the stairs repeatedly.The door is closed, and the window is strong enough that it cannot get in...

I thought with relief as I ran, huffing and puffing, but when I ran up the stairs and turned back, the black figure was gone.

I stopped suddenly.

Is it an illusion?Too many strange things happened tonight, and my head was unnaturally heavy, and I was not sure of myself.

I patted my chest, rubbed my eyes again, and looked again, but there was nothing.

I breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued upstairs, and my steps relaxed.

At this moment, there was a sudden creaking sound of heavy objects being squeezed on the sofa, and a sudden fear sprang up on my back. I was sure it was not an auditory hallucination, so I quickly accelerated my pace and rushed up without looking back.

I ran back to my room, closed the door, and leaned against the door to breathe heavily.

However, the scene in the house almost made me faint.

The ponytail girl named Tsuruta was lying on my bed, eyes wide open, a long tongue sticking out, stretching out at the corner of her lips, she was already *masked keywords*, and on her neck was a Circle marks.

It was the first time I knew that human tongues are so long.

I followed the door panel and fell heavily to the ground, holding my throat tightly with both hands, forcibly holding back a scream that might cut through the night sky, and the nausea surging in my stomach.

She *masked keyword*, was strangled.The weapon that had strangled her was bending across the floor like a snake.

It was an iron chain, matching the pattern on her neck.

Looking at it this way, it seems that I strangled her to death after calling her to the room.

That's why I didn't allow myself to scream just now.

I took several deep breaths, stood up while holding the door frame, ran to Amuro's door without hesitation, and knocked lightly and hastily.

Half a minute later, the door opened, and in the milky white light, he was still wearing that white shirt, rubbing his eyes and looking at me in surprise.

Without saying a word, I grabbed his arm and dragged him into my room.

"I didn't kill it." When he was shocked by the scene before him, I quickly added.

He walked to the bed in a disciplined manner and inspected the corpse.

"At least two hours of *blocked keyword*." He stood up and said to me, "It seems that someone deliberately set you up."

"Then..." I looked into his eyes, "what should I do?"

"You really didn't kill it?" He raised his eyebrows.

I was a little annoyed: "Of course, I have no grievances with her, I have never seen her before, why kill her?" At this time, I still don't forget to tease me.

He scanned the room, frowned suddenly, and then let out a "hum".

I felt as if he had discovered something, but wasn't going to tell me.

He took my wrist, snapped the light off, and turned the lock so the door wouldn't lock.

He pulled me into his room, closed the door, and looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

I was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him: "What, what are you doing?"

He looked at me for a long time, then raised his hand suddenly, messed up my hair, and then tore open my front placket, two buttons flew out like sparks, and rolled to the ground.

It wasn't the first time that my breasts were half open in front of him, but I was still embarrassed.

"You, why are you crazy..."

"You stay in my room tonight, and if anyone asks you the next day, just say you spent the night with me, understand?" He said seriously.

"..."

"Here's your alibi," he added.

I immediately understood his intention.

He wanted to create the illusion that I spent the night with him and didn't go back to my room.

I blushed and nodded falteringly.

He walked towards me step by step, and I felt a little ominous.

He was still close, only one finger away from me.

"Mr. An... Shi?" I started to step back, anticipating what he was going to do.

"What are you hiding, I won't really do anything to you." He curled his lips and stopped.

My *blocked keyword* jumped faster than when the body was just found.

"At least you have to pretend to be a bit more like it, Miss?" He folded his arms, and looked helplessly at me with a frightened face, as if I was about to be violated, "It's just a few hickeys, is it worth being so frightened? ?”

I squirmed my lips, and my whole body was so stiff that I couldn't move.

"My way, or your way?" He asked with a little inexplicable interest, and then looked into my eyes without blinking.

"In what way……"

I understand.

This guy is indeed a veteran, and he has already formed a pattern for doing this kind of thing.

I wasn't very good at these things at first, so I simply spread my hands and said, "Just do as you say."

My tone was unexpectedly composed, as if I, too, were a seasoned veteran.

He bent the corner of his mouth, and there was a provocative smile in his eyes. His hand with protruding blood vessels unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the tight chest and lower abdomen that I've seen before.

He took another step forward, pushed me down on the bed very forcefully, pushed me up, squeezed one leg between my legs, and my skirt almost fell to the bottom of my thigh because of this.

His warm breath sprayed on my neck, making my breathing stagnant.

His callused palm lightly slid across my thighs, slowly moving along my buttocks, waist, and front chest to my cheeks, where there was burning and commotion.

Then, he gently turned my face so I could see his eyes.

My face is already hot as carbon, isn't he afraid of being scalded?

Seeing me like this, he froze for a while, as if he was questioning something, I saw the familiar sarcasm smile, my head got hot, and I became indifferent.

Don't look down on me, experience is amazing.

Thinking of this, I pushed hard with my arms and legs at the same time, knocked him down, and sat on his waist myself.

"Oh? So you like this position?" He smiled ambiguously.

I patted myself on the head hard, a little dumbfounded.

Is it really okay for us to "tumble" like this next door to the crime scene?