[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

Tom Lane looked at the clock on the door of the clinic. He could get off work in 10 minutes, ending this boring and complicated day.

He clicked on the news of the day and browsed the ones he was interested in, which was his habit during this time.

The most eye-catching event today is the impeachment of the mayor due to conclusive evidence of corruption, and the meritorious service is two young FBI agents.

He was reading the details with relish when the door was suddenly gently pushed open.

A girl with burgundy curly hair poked her head in: "Is that Dr. Ryan?"

Sneaky patients are very common with him.

He pushed the mirror frame and smiled peacefully: "Yes, I'm Tom Ryan, please come in and talk."

The girl is very beautiful, her skin is as white as milk, and she has a pair of slender legs.But years of experience in medicine told him that she was probably that kind of person.They exude the same breath.

The girl hesitated for a while, then walked in, not forgetting to close the door.

"I heard that you are a well-known expert. I made a lot of determination to come here. I..." She sat down across the table from him, wringing her fingers, a little shy, "I very much hope to get your help."

He said a series of formal words, mainly to appease the restless hearts of patients, and at the same time told them that they could know everything about themselves and keep it absolutely confidential.

The girl nodded, and then took out a few photos from her carry-on bag.

She showed Tom a picture: a handsome man in a knit cap, very masculine, hormonal kind of handsome guy.

"What do you think of him, is he very attractive?" the girl asked eagerly.

Tom nodded suspiciously.

The girl couldn't wait to continue: "He is my colleague, a very close colleague, we sometimes stick together for 24 hours, well, the word 'sticky' is not very appropriate, but that's what happened, but I, unexpectedly I don't feel any heartbeat for him, is this... normal?"

"It's not abnormal, maybe you don't like this type." Tom looked at the photo carefully again, with some doubts, "He is indeed a very attractive handsome man. How long have you been working together?"

"Over a year."

"Didn't you feel any excitement when you first met?"

The girl shook her head, a little sad: "Not only that, I have had several failed dates, no matter what type of handsome guy the other party is, I... have no feeling at all. Last night, I saw his naked body, but I didn't even My heartbeat did not speed up at all. The female colleagues I was with almost fainted due to excessive nosebleeds, but my heart was still not fluctuating. In fact, compared to him, I am more willing to appreciate Scarlett Johansson's naked body. You say I am Yes or no……"

Well, no more, Tom thought to himself, but still routinely pulled out a test paper and handed it to the girl.

"You fill it in, rely on your first impression, and then come to me tomorrow, and I will give you a diagnosis."

The girl took the test and was about to watch it, but was stopped by Tom.

"Go home, find a quiet place where no one is disturbed, and finish it within 10 minutes. Remember not to think too much, and finish each question within ten seconds."

The girl put the test paper into the bag suspiciously, thanked him, and left.

A few minutes later, Tom also packed up and got off work.

He closed the door to the consulting room, next to a sign that read "Sexual Orientation Counseling."

Facing these few words, he sighed and left leisurely.