[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The man standing outside the door, that is, the murderer who lived on the ninth floor, was still holding the key in his hand, staring at Amuro with a fierce look on his face.

"Is my reasoning correct, Mr. Tanaka? You heard it outside the door, right?" Facing the ferocious murderer, Amuro asked with ease, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in pride.

I really hope he doesn't provoke the killer so much.

"You bastard..." Tanaka gritted his teeth.

His performance proves that everything was right by Amuro, and he has no way to deny it, the key is the ironclad proof, as long as it is verified that it belongs to his family, he can only get caught without a fight.

Just get caught?He obviously didn't have this plan, because I saw him take out a switchblade from his pocket, turn his eyes, and rushed directly towards me, bypassing Amuro.

Hey, hey, don't be so good at watching people order dishes, okay, it's this person who pissed you off, why are you rushing at me! ?

"Oops!" Amuro was half a beat too late, and when he turned around, Tanaka had already yelled "Go to hell!" and jumped in front of me, only a few centimeters away from me.

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was close at hand, and I saw my frightened face in his bloodshot eyes, as well as the sudden stop of Amuro's movements behind him.

Why don't you come and save me?

One second I was still thinking this way, but the next second I leaned sideways and lowered my body with lightning speed. Go out and kick him hard on the calf.

I heard him yelp in pain and hit his face against the wall.

I bounced up like a spring, swayed behind him, and cut off the murder weapon in his hand with a hand knife.

The criminal, who was still vicious just now, is holding his arms and legs on the ground and screaming. The whole process is completed within a few seconds, and the movements are smooth and stretched, without any excess, as precise as a robot.

huh?

I... what happened to me just now?Why did he subdue a 1.8-meter-five burly man so skillfully?I used to be a sports waste who had to turn a blind eye to kick the shuttlecock before I could barely pass. Where did this good skill come from! ?

I stared stiffly at the ground when I heard clapping behind me.

"It's really good kung fu, good kung fu." Amuro clapped his hands with a smile, "It's not quite like karate or Jeet Kune Do, but a bit like Chinese martial arts. I'm very interested in where you learned it."

"..." I was speechless, and I really wanted to reply "I learned it in Hawaii".

Just now, my body seemed to be controlled by instinct, my brain was completely blank, and I completely relied on the stress response of my body to complete the counterattack.

What is this...

Stumped, is she?What I am using now is her body, this kind of flexibility and muscle elasticity are by no means ordinary people, what does she... exactly do?

I touched my slender and protruding biceps, recalling the explosive force I felt when I used this arm to support my whole body just now, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Amuro looked at me silently from behind, and I could imagine his sharp eyes instantly piercing my back like an arrow.

I bit my lip and decided to play dumb to the end.

I imitated how he pretended to be stupid, turned around, scratched my head, and said with an innocent smirk: "I participated in a women's self-defense training class, and the effect is great, isn't it, hahahaha...Mr. Amuro Probably can't learn."

He froze for a moment, but quickly closed his eyes, as if the previous tit-for-tat had never happened.

Later we called the police, and it was a little policeman we didn't know.The murderer confessed without verifying the key, and sneaked a wary look at me, as if I was going to rush to him to punch him.

After everything was dealt with, Amuro and I were warned for slamming the door, which made me very uncomfortable, just like when I was a student, I lent my homework to a boy at the same table and was punished by the teacher to stand together.

After finishing the notes, we came downstairs to my home. I patted my chest in shock, while he glanced at me from the corner of his eye from time to time with faint doubts and suspicions.

To be guarded so seriously by him makes me feel like I'm pretending to be a tiger.

I really want to tell him everything, saying that I am really just a little white man, all the "superpowers" are endowed by the owner of this body, and that in the real world, I am just a newcomer in the workplace with good academic performance , Unfortunately, in a bank robbery, he was hit in the chest by a stray bullet and died.

Of course I can't tell the truth, just keep playing the naive coffee shop waitress, believe it or not.

"It's getting late, Mr. Amuro, you should go home, you have to go to the store tomorrow." I threw the cup he just used into the sink with a happy face, posing as if I didn't intend to invite him again. The way you drink your tea.

I thought he would find some more trouble, but I didn't expect him to readily agree.

"Then, see you tomorrow, Miss Natsume." There was an elusive expression on his face, and his tone was even more meaningful.

I felt my lips tremble a little, because he suddenly exuded a huge oppressive force, which made me shudder from the bottom of my heart.

Such a terrifying aura, I took half a step back and tried my best to pretend I didn't notice anything: "Tomorrow... see you tomorrow, Mr. Amuro."

He smiled, which was completely different from the sunny smiles in the past, and contained an invisible sharpness in it.

"In the future—please teach me a lot." After stepping out of the door, he left such a sentence and left.

Closing the door, I let out a long breath as if I had just sent away the plague god.

This man is simply too terrifying, and nothing escapes his eyes.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have owed him, let alone brought him home.

If it doesn't work, get another job.

However, he already knows my address, and resigning rashly will only make him look more suspicious, and I am sorry for Miss Enomoto who has high expectations for me.

Forget it, anyway, I have never done anything illegal (except tonight), and I am afraid that he will do something worse. Even the police do not dare to take action against legal citizens. Will you still pry open my head to see?

Well, that's it. From now on, I'll pretend nothing happened, just pay attention when talking in front of him.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it all in one go, intending to familiarize myself with the objects in the living room before going to bed.

Let's start with this TV that I'm ashamed of.

I bent down to pick up the wire and tried it again, but I still couldn't connect it to the TV. When I took a closer look, the shape of the connection port was different. It would be strange if I could connect it.

I rummaged through boxes and cabinets nearby, but I couldn't find the wires that matched the TV.

That's weird, the tv looks brand new, it must have been recently bought, why is the wire missing?And there is no battery in the remote control, it looks like it doesn't want people to open it.

Huh?I don't want people to open--

A strange idea seized my thoughts, I don't know if I guessed it suddenly, or if the remaining Natsume's memory woke up, I walked to the TV like a puppet, groped the back of the machine with my hand, and found Press hard on a depression.

There was only a popping sound, and the TV screen slowly moved upwards, revealing a flat package hidden inside the machine.

What a high-tech mechanism!I never thought the TV could be used to hide things.

With trembling hands, I took down the heavy black canvas bag that looked like a tennis bag.

I lifted it to the sofa, its weight and feel are so familiar, like an old friend, exuding an indescribable sense of tacit understanding.

Feeling uneasy, I unzipped the side zipper and spread the upper half of the bag on the sofa.

!!!

What was presented in front of my eyes made me cover my mouth and try not to let out an exclamation.

This, this, this... This is actually a combined sniper rifle!

I slumped to the ground.

God, Natsume Akie, who are you?