[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The next day, I opened my eyes at six o'clock sharp in the morning.I slept less than four hours a night, but at this moment I didn't feel sleepy, and my head was groggy.I've always been an early-go-to-bed person, and staying up late just makes the next day miserable.

Amuro is no longer there.I was once again shocked by his tirelessness, but half an hour later, something even more shocking happened to me.

He actually came in from outside the door in his sportswear, dripping with sweat.

My eyes widened in disbelief.Is this guy dying?Aren't you afraid of the wound getting worse?

"You're awake." He pulled out a towel from the bathroom to wipe the sweat from his neck, and then began to undress without hesitation.

I looked away, lay back on the couch, and pulled the blanket over my head.

He seemed to snort, took a brief shower in the bathroom, and then put a new bandage on the wound.Made breakfast, brought out my share, but sat on the couch watching TV with a straight face, unimpressed.

Don't eat, don't eat, absolutely can't eat.

I recited it silently a dozen times in my heart.Seeing his injury last night, he was actually moved with compassion, and kindly helped him wash towels. Now that I think about it, I regret it to death. His injuries are not serious at all, and he is obviously alive and kicking.

He didn't call me anymore, he finished eating, packed up, put on a casual dress and went out.

This time it should be to Poirot.I have always wondered what kind of person Poirot's other waiter is now, and what his attitude towards her is.

I pulled out a bag of brioche bread and energy bars from my snack stockpile and smacked them.Harrow was still asleep. After I finished eating, I came to the balcony to get some air. The scenery around this apartment is very good. There are fountains and gardens downstairs. I estimated how far 200 meters away by feeling, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was in the yard Walking around is okay.

I remembered that his spare key was in the drawer of the shoe rack at the door, and I hurriedly searched for it, and found a separate key. I tried it, and it was indeed the door key.

As if I had found a treasure, I put it firmly in my clothes and went downstairs quietly.

The ankle ring has no tips, which is fine.

I walked around the yard in small circles, moving my limbs.It's working hours now, no one is wandering around, I was enjoying the cleanliness, when I suddenly saw a vending machine not far away.

I walked over cautiously, for fear that something on my ankle would suddenly scream sharply.

A boy in a brown plaid shirt was hesitating in front of the vending machine. When he saw me waiting behind him, he turned around and smiled apologetically: "I don't know which one is good, I wasted your time."

I shook my head: "It's okay, I'm idle anyway, you choose slowly."

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and he moved out of the way, made a gesture of please, indicating that I would come first.

I saw him step aside and explain to the person on the phone why he didn't go to school. It turned out that he was a skipping student.But he was well-dressed, and he spoke politely, not at all like a disobedient naughty ghost.

I walked up and pressed a can of coffee without thinking.I didn't fall asleep all night, and if I didn't add some sex, I felt that I would become agitated immediately.

And one bottle is not enough.I wanted to buy another bottle, but it said it was out of stock, and the coins I swallowed didn't come out.

The machine is probably malfunctioning.

I awkwardly opened the can I bought, raised my neck and drank most of it in one gulp, then walked to the wooden bench by the flower bed and sat down.

After about a few minutes, the boy walked up to me, smiled and handed me a can of coffee.

"Miss, I found it in the vending machine just now, did you leave it behind?"

Turns out the machine was just sluggish, and I happily took my coffee, feeling rescued, and thanked him.

He sat down next to me out of sight, unscrewed his sports drink and took a sip.

I also opened a new cup of coffee and drank it in big gulps. My nerves were stimulated and I felt much more comfortable.

However, the taste of this coffee is different from the previous bottle. There is an indescribable astringency. Is it spoiled?

I was just about to check the expiration date, and the drink in the boy's hand accidentally spilled on my arm. He kept apologizing, and took out a tissue and handed it to me to wipe my arm.

I had to put the empty coffee can aside, wipe off the sticky drink first, and when I looked up again, the boy and the empty coffee can were gone.

I froze in place.

What's going on.

I stood there blankly for a long time, dazed and ignorant.

I turned around, but I didn't see that strange boy. The sun was rising and the temperature was getting higher and higher, so I went back upstairs.

As a result, I quickly had a bad stomach, the whole day.

Sure enough, the can of coffee has expired.