[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

It was already midnight when Amuro returned to his residence.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Harrow, who was curled up on the cushion, rushed to the door immediately, threw himself on his calf, barked with his tongue out, and his snow-white fleshy face was full of happiness.

Amuro touched its chin affectionately, picked it up, closed the door, changed shoes, turned on the light in the hall, and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'm really sorry, I will definitely come back early next time." He rubbed Harrow's soft and warm hair, took out three pieces of pork ribs from the refrigerator, heated them in a non-stick pan, and picked up a few spinach leaves Go in, wait for all the frozen fat from the ribs to melt, turn off the gas valve, and put the fragrant ribs in a double-eared bowl in front of Haro.

"This is compensation for not being able to accompany you tonight." He said with a smile, rubbed the puppy's warm white fur again, and walked to the bathroom.

Today was a very stressful day, but it was very rewarding. He completed the difficult task assigned by the organization and was affirmed by the adult, but he knew that he had only contributed a small part to the completion of this task.

The real strategist is the FBI, that guy who seems to be called Okiya Subaru.

What a guy.He adjusted the water temperature of the water heater to 55 degrees, and leaned against the tiled wall to recall the details of today.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying that man is. Who the hell is he?

Akai Shuichi?

How can it be.Although he suspected that the guy was still alive, he certainly wouldn't swagger in front of him and keep showing his presence, which was illogical.Like Natsume, he should be the FBI group responsible for tracking down Margot.

But why do you feel that he seems to have known each other?He couldn't figure it out.

Harrow ate up the ribs, and moved to his feet with a bone in his mouth. The beige light illuminated a person and a dog, casting their shadows on the wall, creating a warm but lonely atmosphere .

He couldn't help but feel a little sad, this kind of emotion is not common for him, he is often busy to become a robot, and a robot has no emotion, and will not hurt the youth, but for some reason, today he suddenly became a little hypocritical.

Probably because Matsuda's name was mentioned.

The companions who used to be closely related sacrificed one by one, leaving him alone. He didn't know where his end was, but he had a firm belief and a determination not to give in.

However, no matter how firm the belief and determination are, they are like sunlight, which cannot burn forever 24 hours a day and dispel the darkness. When the sun cannot shine, he will feel lonely.

The loneliness that cannot be resolved, the loneliness that no one can tell, the loneliness that can only be carried by one person and lick the wound alone in a place where no one can see.

Sometimes Harrow would comfort him with flashing watery black eyes, but a dog is a dog after all, and all he can do is wait quietly and never leave.

He snorted disapprovingly, grabbed a can of beer from the refrigerator, and drank half of it in one gulp.

Natsume's figure suddenly appeared in his mind: she was running around in the house with three monitors, picking up scattered clothes and throwing them into the washing machine, using an induction cooker to heat water, clumsily chopping vegetables and cooking ... The background of her room gradually overlapped with his own home, and finally he saw her wearing an apron, running around his house like a hostess, and Harrow followed her heels obsequiously...

He slammed the beer on the table and patted his head hard.

Can you stop thinking about that FBI woman.

cut.He picked up the beer again, drank it all in one gulp, crushed the soda can and threw it into the trash can.

Suddenly there was an incoming call notification on the phone, it was Kazami.

Is he still up so late?

"Mr. Jiang, Jiang Gu, I, I hesitated all night, but I still can't help but want to tell you something..." There was some anxiety and hesitation in Kazami's voice.

"What's the matter, tell me."

"I saw the woman you asked me to follow in the supermarket today after work, the girl who worked with you. I saw her buy a carload of food with the man who drove the red Subaru before, and...they Bought, bought..."

"What did you buy? Don't hesitate, okay?" Amuro was a little annoyed, but he didn't target Kazami, but he had a premonition that he would hear an unpleasant term.

Kazami cleared his throat, and said in a shy voice, "I also bought a box of...condoms."

"What's the fuss about?" He didn't notice that his tone was dry, "Is there anything else to report?"

"No, no more..." Kazami felt a little aggrieved.

"I don't need to waste my time on this kind of thing in the future."

Pressing the phone, he felt very unhappy.

Very unhappy.unknown reason.

"What an unscrupulous woman." He curled his lips and muttered, wrinkled his nose, took out another can of beer from the refrigerator, and walked towards the bedroom.