[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

In the next half month, I was treated like a queen, and my mentality gradually calmed down. I could feel the new life conceived in my stomach wriggling, forming, and even breathing.

"How is it possible, it's only three months old, and it's just a piece of meat, how can it breathe?" Amuro scoffed at my suspicion, and poured me a cup of hot water.

"I want to eat smoothie." I refused to pick up the steaming cup of water as if I was angry. It is almost summer now, and there is hot smoke everywhere, and I find it hard to swallow.

"That kind of thing is not good for your health, so don't eat it, and—" He looked at my slightly bulging belly, put the water aside, sat down on the sofa next to me, stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently rub.

"You are actually only one month pregnant, but according to the test results, it is three months old. No one knows why. I think it may be related to that toxin, so—"

"So you're worried that I'll be born with a monster, or a deformity?" I interrupted him in a low voice.

He was silent.

"If that's the case, would you—abandon him?" I raised my eyes and asked tentatively.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Am I such a despicable person in your eyes? I will never abandon my child, never."

A shadow passed over his face.

I took his hand, turned sideways, and asked him what was wrong.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, he held my fingers instead, looked at me, and said in a very distant and indifferent tone:

"Actually, I'm almost an orphan. I don't know who my father is, and I don't know what my mother looks like. My impression of her is so vague that I only have a picture of her wrinkled by blisters."

I was a little stunned, not knowing that he had such a past.

"I was fostered in a distant relative's home. Although he didn't treat me badly, he didn't care about me at all. Because of my mixed race, my appearance was very different from other children. Because of this, I often fought with them and got all over my body. Hurt, at that time, I miss my parents very much. The relative told me that my father is American and my mother is Japanese with Brazilian ancestry. My mother disappeared after giving birth to me, and that should be my father. The man who calls it father doesn't even know I exist. Yes, I'm probably the product of a one-night stand, or the illegitimate child of a mistress."

I listened quietly.I think this kind of privacy, such a sad past, is probably the first time he has told outsiders.I know people like him, who always swallow their broken teeth in their stomachs, never take the initiative to complain, and always let people see a strong and confident side.

He can confide this kind of words to me, which shows that he has regarded me as a very trustworthy person, or a relative?

I leaned into his arms, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around the back of my hands, letting me lean back in his arms safely.His chin rested on the top of my head and I rubbed my hair against his face as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Your parents must be very good people, maybe they have something to hide." I said comfortingly.

"Maybe, but I've thought about it a long time ago. After all, I'm almost [-] and I'm going to be a father. There's no time to complain about my childhood misfortune." He patted my back and said with a smile .

"Then guess if it's a boy or a girl?" I hugged him coquettishly, and he raised an arm and hugged me, letting me who was lying sideways on his chest , sitting whole on his lap.

There was a smell of dried flowers on his body, which was the smell of his usual body wash. It smelled very good, like a dry memory.

"Boys and girls are fine, but I still prefer daughters."

At this time, my stomach had a slight cramping pain, I arched my waist, and pressed my stomach.

"It doesn't seem very happy." I said innocently with my face up, and he pinched my nose.

"I've said it all, it's just a lump of meat now, how can it understand our conversation."

My stomach was churning again.

I don't think it's a coincidence.However, it may also be due to the paranoia of pregnant women.

It was supposed to be a blood test to see if toxins or that weird bottle of coffee was affecting me, but it turned out to be pregnant by mistake.

After confirming that it was correct, Amuro used a lot of connections to cancel the surveillance of me by the police department, and I no longer needed to wear ankle bracelets, and I regained my freedom.He told me that there must be external forces interfering with it, because Utada is a very smooth bureaucrat, and the orders of his superiors will definitely be respectfully carried out, but this time, for a non-threatening foreigner like me, he actually opposed it. It took several times to agree in desperation, which is not normal.

But it may be because of being a father, he has become less inquisitive and spends a lot of time on me. I can't bear to see his sleep time reduced from four hours to two hours a day.

So I contracted all the housework I could do, because I really had nothing to do.But he doesn't seem to agree with my taste in cooking.

I lay in his arms for a while, and suddenly remembered that he was going to Poirot today, so I hurried out and told him to change clothes quickly.

According to him, Poirot's other waiter is a 1.9-meter-zero man.After learning this, I breathed a sigh of relief.Although he knew that he was not the kind of person who would hook up with little girls, he still felt unhappy in his heart.This time it's okay, the boss is really a talent with discerning eyes, a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters and zero is quite suitable for him, well, it is definitely more eye-catching than women when they are really together.

He also stood up and went to the door to get dressed. I turned on the TV and was broadcasting a news program.

"...Another female deceased was found drowned in the water. According to preliminary inspection by the police, she and the previous three deceased were all strangled first, and then thrown into the pond..."

"...This kind of vicious killing of young women has caused panic in the downtown area of ​​Tokyo. Today we invited Mr. Akira Matsumoto, an expert in criminology, to hear his opinion on this case..."

Tokyo is really not peaceful, all kinds of murders compete to create a sense of presence, I took the water that was poured for me from the coffee table, and the temperature is just right now.

"It's okay, don't read these messy news." He stood at the door and said.

"Isn't this the event you're most interested in? Why are you suddenly so uninterested? I heard about it from Miss Zhizi from the supermarket downstairs two days ago. At that time, there were only three dead people, less than three days old. There's one more."

"It means that the murder frequency of prisoners has accelerated." He said indifferently, as if he was a little evasive, but I didn't think much about it. The criminology experts that appeared on the TV screen almost made me spit out my mouth.

This guy looks like a criminal, and his eyes are wretched and evil, as if a skinny mouse suddenly has human features.

Amuro sighed and walked out the door.

"Mr. Matsumoto, what is your opinion on this incident? Why did the murderer target young women? From his criminal methods and rules, can you make an assessment of his personal character?"

Akira Matsumoto laughed twice, and stroked the beard stubble on his chin:

"The preferred target of many male killers is women, which is not abnormal. However, according to the autopsy report of the police, although there are great differences in the appearance of all the female victims, they are all concentrated in the age group of 25-30, and they are all He was strangled and thrown into the water, and he was not sexually assaulted."

"So, we concluded four similar points. First, the age group is the same; second, the cause of death is the same. They were all strangled to death, strangled to death with their hands, which shows that the murderer is very powerful, and from the perspective of the killer Look, he is quite tall, definitely over 1.8m[-]. Thirdly, after the murder, the murderer persistently threw the dead man into the water. I don’t know if you have noticed that the first dead man was thrown into the river under the bridge , the second dead was in an artificial lake, the third was in a public swimming pool, and the fourth dead was found in a pond. It can be seen that after the murderer finished killing, he must throw the victim into the water. There is a very strong paranoia; the last point, the deceased has not been sexually assaulted, it can be seen that although the murderer is a very fanatical person, but the point of fanaticism is not sex, which also makes him more elusive."

I listened with gusto.People really can't be judged by their appearance. He analyzed it clearly and logically.

At this time, the sound of sudden braking came from downstairs, and I hurried to the window sill to look down. It turned out that a truck braked urgently to avoid a child picking up a ball.

I patted my chest.Ever since I became pregnant, I have always been inexplicably terrified, and I feel that anxiety is lurking everywhere.I paced back to the room, and the mouse-faced criminologist on TV was still talking.

"...Because of the cruelty of this incident, the police even gave the murderer a nickname."

"Oh, there is such a thing? Then what is the nickname?"

"It's interesting to say, I wonder if you, the host, have read a novel by Henggou Zhengshi. This nickname is the same as the name of that novel."

"They called him 'The Killer.'"

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