[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

As soon as [-]:[-] arrived, I couldn't wait to "pull" him out of the room, and we went to the administrator's office at the entrance on the first floor.

When the man saw me, there was still some surprise on his face.I deliberately ignored his expression, grabbed Amuro's elbow, grinned and smiled: "Good evening, Mr. Yamazaki (the name on his badge), I am Natsume Akie who lives in 506, and I am from last night. Witness, this is my boyfriend, he is a reasoning enthusiast, he is very interested in what happened last night, and wants to ask you some questions."

The apartment manager named Yamazaki opened his mouth halfway, as if I just said something difficult to understand. After a while, he moved his lips and said, "Oh, no wonder Miss Natsume has become so easy-going. Got a boyfriend."

I laughed twice, and pushed Amuro forward: "Excuse me, my dear."

The last three words are a bit of gnashing of teeth, but I don't think he heard it.

He smiled at Yamazaki, took out a box of "Seven Stars" brand cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and handed it over: "It may take up some of your time, as compensation, this is for you."

I saw Yamazaki's eyes light up, and the expression on his face immediately became lively.It was only then that I noticed the empty cigarette case and the ashtray full of ashes by his desk.

This guy is a heavy smoker, Amuro definitely noticed the first time we passed by, what a horrible guy.If his wife cheats in the future, she will definitely be discovered immediately.

"Where is it? I'm idle and I'm idle. Excuse me." Yamazaki nodded and bowed immediately.The price of this brand of cigarettes must be quite high, and a low-wage class like him would definitely be reluctant to buy them.

Amuro straightened his face and started asking questions like a cannonball.

"The deceased was a person with an unpleasant personality, right?"

"That's right, I have been reported several times for turning on the stereo in the middle of the night and arguing with my boyfriend."

"Before the police came last night, did any other strangers come in and out besides the boyfriend of the deceased? I mean people who don't live in this apartment."

"Affirmatively not. Not only that, but from the morning of the incident to now, you are the only stranger who has entered this apartment. Oh, there are also a few people who came to deliver food, but they are all acquaintances, from various restaurants nearby Old employees. Because of the good location and layout of our apartment, the price is not low, and the economic foundation of the residents is good, most of them have married families, and few outsiders visit."

"Have the police confirmed this? There should be surveillance video, right?"

"Yes, the police adjusted the surveillance video of the front door and the back door, and I watched it too, so I am more sure that no strangers have entered or left."

Amuro nodded in satisfaction, and continued to ask: "So have you encountered any suspicious things in the past two days? Anything unusual is fine."

Yamazaki lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head: "There is nothing unusual..."

"Then is there anyone who is particularly curious about this incident and asked you specifically?"

"Huh?" Yamazaki raised his head to look at him in surprise, Amuro pointed at himself a little teasingly and said, "Except for me."

"Oh, that's quite a lot. After all, people are dead, and everyone is very concerned."

"Sure enough, this is going to be difficult. Think about it again, is there anything else that is different from the past?"

Yamazaki still shook his head, it could be seen that he tried his best.

"It's an unusual thing, I met one." An elderly woman's voice came from the corridor, we turned around in unison, and saw an aunt in her 50s wearing cleaning clothes walking slowly come.

"Aunt Naoko?" Yamazaki looked at her blankly.

Naoko brushed back her black and white hair, her eyes brushed past us, and finally fell on Amuro.

"Early this morning, I picked up a brooch in the corridor, in the shape of a white pomegranate flower." She said.

"Hey, isn't this kind of thing very common? Someone must have accidentally dropped it." I was a little puzzled.

She gave me a white look full of contempt, and turned to Amuro, who was obviously smarter: "Young man, you understand what I mean."

Amuro said with a smile: "I understand, auntie. You must have picked it up on a higher floor, and people in the upper floors hardly know how to use the stairs. Even if they only live on the third floor, they are used to taking the elevator up and down."

"Smart, exactly. All the years I've been at it, the stairway has always been clean, nothing but dust, and it gets cleaner as you go up, because nobody's using it."

"Then on which floor did you pick up that brooch?" Amuro asked patiently.

Auntie thought for a while, looked around cautiously, and then whispered something in his ear.I saw a gleam in Amuro's eyes.

Yamazaki and I didn't hear anything, and Auntie seemed to keep us from hearing it on purpose.

Amuro turned to Yamazaki and said, "Can I see the resident information?"

Yamazaki hesitated, but considering that Amuro was brought by me, the head of the household, and the box of expensive cigarettes, he got up and went to the filing cabinet to take out a booklet and handed it to Amuro.

Amuro browsed through it quickly, and I couldn't keep up with him at all. Finally, he held two pages between his fingers and held them up to Aunt Naoko: "Did these two people have any conflicts or other relationships with the deceased? "

Auntie just glanced at us with a serious and cautious expression. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at us, then grabbed Amuro by the arm, pulled him into a corner, and answered something in a low voice.

I really want to complain, this auntie, what kind of vision do you have? That person is a member of the black organization, and we are good citizens with our own duties. Why can't you tell the difference after you have lived most of your life?

It may also be because Amuro's sense of security and reliability comes from within, and this old man who is over fifty years old must be keenly aware of this.

The two whispered to each other for a while, and Yamazaki and I stared at each other, not knowing why.

Finally, Amuro took a small white object from Aunt Naoko, put it in her pocket, and walked towards us.

"I almost know who the murderer is." He said into my ear, his breath sprayed warmly on the pinna, which made me feel a numb warmth from the bottom of my heart.

My face is a little hot.