Chapter 13

Gin was obviously amused by Kitahara Yuki's irrelevant words. The top killer in the organization was not a soft-hearted guy. In just a few seconds, many interrogation methods flashed through his mind.

Perhaps, it was a very wonderful thing to see this arrogant psychologist who was good at playing with people's hearts show fear, but this idea was quickly interrupted by Vodka.

Vodka spoke a little faster than usual. Although it was not obvious, it was enough for the sensitive Gin to notice.

"Brother, someone is dead."

Gin let go of the hand that was restraining Kitahara Yuki and waited for Vodka's next words.

"The security guard found a body in the yard of the safe house and has called the police. The police are on their way."

"Oh," Kitahara Yuki said calmly, but there was no hiding the schadenfreude in his tone. "Unfortunate Mr. Gin."

Gin snorted coldly, his eyes climbed from Kitahara Yuki's dark eyes to his soft lips. Maybe it would be nice to put Beretta in to admire the latter's terrified expression. It was not

until Kitahara Yuki spoke that the somewhat cruel killer withdrew his thoughts.

"Perhaps, you can make a sincere request to me and ask me to use my smart brain to solve this murder case before the police arrive."

Kitahara Yuki put his right leg on his left knee, his body leaning back slightly, the feeling of winning made his dark eyes clear and bright.

Gin sneered and bluntly exposed Kitahara Yuki's disguise: "You are afraid that I will take action against the cops and want to solve the case as soon as possible. Don't act so sure, it makes me want to turn on the electric chair you are sitting on."

"You need to keep a low profile now, don't you? It's a rather troublesome thing to attract the attention of the police."

After admiring Kitahara Yuki's stiff expression for a while, Gin said coldly: "Solve it as soon as possible, I don't have a good patience."

Kitahara Yuki, who changed into dry clothes and came to the yard, personally experienced what it meant to have a bad patience. He moved his neck subconsciously, feeling the strange feeling of Gin's left hand on his neck. The rough wooden rope made his skin slightly itchy.

Kitahara Yuki glared at Gin unhappily, meeting Gin's malicious green eyes and slightly raised corners of his mouth.

This killer with a strong desire for control was very satisfied with this posture.

...This realization made Kitahara Yuki feel not very good, and it was obvious that the murderer who was about to be caught was the one who bore the wrath.

Kitahara Yuki pursed his lips and stepped forward to check the body, "The deceased is a female, about 35 years old, about 165 cm tall, and the time of death..."

After a pause, he glanced at Gin.

Gin: "2:21 pm."

- The current time.

"The time of death was between 9 and 9:30 last night. The deceased had multiple brutal puncture wounds on his abdomen, five of which were caused after death."

"The deceased's mouth was cut open by the murderer with a sharp weapon, and the marks were messy. It was obvious that the panicked murderer had a great hatred for the deceased."

Kitahara Yuki stood up and said lightly: "Everyone, I am a detective. Now is the case time. Please briefly introduce yourself and your relationship with the deceased, and provide an alibi from 9 to 9:30 last night."

"What is there to check!" The man in the security uniform was sturdy, with a face that looked tough and had a scar on his right eye. "I think this family is the murderer."

The security guard pointed at Gin and said, "You can tell at a glance that you are not a good person when you are dressed like this!"

... On this point, Kitahara Yuki agreed with the security uncle. However, this warrior probably said these words without seeing the ferocious look hidden under Gin's hat.

Kitahara Yuki took a step to the left, interrupting Gin's gaze on the security guard, "You are feeling guilty, and using a high-pitched voice to cover up guilt is the most common way for ordinary people."

After casually saying something that made the security guard stiffen in place, Kitahara Yuki looked at the man on the right side of the security guard and said, "You speak first."

The man's expression was very sad, and his voice was intermittent, but fortunately his pronunciation was still clear.

"My name is Hojo Genji. The deceased... is my girlfriend Yamanaka Haruko. She has the habit of running every night. I was too tired from working overtime last night, so I got home at around 9 o'clock, washed up and went to bed. This morning I woke up and found that Haruko was not at home. Her home shoes were still in the shoe cabinet, but her running shoes were missing."

"I was worried that someone might go out to look for her, and I ran into the security guard Mr. Jiazheng. He said he saw Haruko enter this villa, and as a result... Haruko's body was found! My poor Haruko, which bastard did this! I'm going to kill him!"

"I'm the neighbor next door," another man pointed to the villa on the right and said, "I live there. I just heard the noise and came over to join in the fun. I'm not the murderer. The surveillance at home can prove that I was at home all night last night and didn't go out."

"A good alibi."

Kitahara Yuki looked at the innocent neighbor with a calm tone. He leaned lazily on Gin, taking the latter as an object to lean on casually, to express his dissatisfaction.

"Maybe, Mr. Neighbor can come for a cup of tea after the case is over. I am very curious about you."

Mr. Neighbor pushed his glasses to cover the emotions in his eyes and smiled: "My honor."

"Dong!"

It was the sound of snapping fingers.

Kitahara Yuki lazily leaned against the gin. He yawned and looked languid. When everyone's eyes fell on him, he became slightly interested and said in an unhurried tone: "Okay, now it's time to reveal the answer to the mystery."

He looked at Mr. Jiamasa, the security guard, "Mr. Murderer, my suggestion to you is to surrender."

The sudden identification made everyone a little stunned.

The security guard was reacting and roared: "Who are you? What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I am a murderer? Bastard!"

His chest was rising and falling violently, his nostrils were dilated, and his muscles were tense. This was a sign of anger, but because Gin seemed to be untouchable next to him, this guy didn't dare to step forward.

"You are a typical bully who fears the strong and is easily angered. You are timid. Your living conditions are not good, your family is not happy, and you were abused by your father when you were a child. You hate your father very much, but you dare not resist, which makes your mental state very bad."

"You had a conflict with the deceased. She scolded you with vicious words - it was about family, which aroused your violence. You controlled the deceased, venting your dissatisfaction and repression on her body with knife after knife. You scratched her mouth because her words stimulated you to go crazy."

Kitahara Yuki tilted his head and sneered, "Oh, you want to scratch my mouth now."

"No!"

Kitahara Yuki: "You answered quickly, it's a lie."

He crossed his arms and admired the security guard's gnashing teeth and weak rebuttal.

"Evidence, you have no evidence!" The security guard, who had grasped the life-saving straw, was a little excited. His bloodshot eyes stared at Kitahara Yuki, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised - a very excited expression.

Obviously, this guy handled the evidence very cleanly.

Kitahara Yuki was not surprised.

"Let me guess, where did you put the evidence?" He paused, observing the security guard's expression. His micro-expression told him that the security guard's eyes were looking to the right very quickly at this moment. Kitahara Yuki said lightly: "It was a poor disguise. You hid the weapon with the deceased's boyfriend."

"It was a premeditated crime of passion. You had made a plan to dump the body in this vacant villa after the murder, but you found that someone had lived in the villa in the past two days."

"You were timid and were going to give up this plan, but you committed crime of passion last night. In a panic, you chose to hide the body in the villa and the weapon with the deceased's boyfriend."

Kitahara Yuki suddenly stopped his analysis, looked at Vodka with a strange expression, and finally set his eyes on Gin, and spoke in a not-so-soft voice that everyone present could hear.

"Mr. Gin didn't even notice that a guy like this sneaked into the yard and left a dead body."

- This guy is such a loser!

That expression is just like saying - stupid killer!

Vodka defended: "It's not like that, my brother and I went out last night. And the surveillance in the yard broke a day ago! We are reporting it."

Kitahara Yuki didn't listen, still looking at Gin with a look of idiot, until he felt the latter pinched his neck heavily, then he looked away.

"Behave yourself." Gin's voice was cold, and his eyes warned.

Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Let's continue," Kitahara Yuki said calmly, "You are very familiar with this neighborhood. You know which road is empty at night and where there are surveillance cameras. Obviously, there will be no trace of you in the surveillance cameras. You even wore gloves when you committed the crime and did not leave any fingerprints."

The security guard was very proud. He even laughed without any disguise, staring at Kitahara Yuki with venomous eyes.

"Even if what you said is right, so what?! Where is the evidence? You have no evidence. Sir, you should be careful that your mouth becomes the same as that woman."

The arrogant laughter rang out in the villa, but it stopped abruptly because of Kitahara Yuki's words, like a rooster that was suddenly strangled by the neck, with bulging eyes and could only make a wail.

"I have evidence. I said you are irritable and timid. Killing people gives you a signal. You feel that you are different from your timid self now. You left something that will not attract attention to show your courage, just like a brave man who likes to leave a leaf and a handful of sand after an adventure."

"Are you an elementary school student? How can you have such an idea?" Kitahara Yuki touched his chin and looked at the security guard with an unbelievable look. This kind of evidence is very characteristic of Mihua. This is very scientific...

You can hear a pin drop at the scene. The security guard's distorted face turned gray. He was like a simple math problem of 1+1=2. He had no secrets in front of Kitahara Yuki.

Until the police arrived, the stagnant air began to flow again. Vodka came to deal with the police and asked them to go to the security guard's house to look for evidence.

Gin controlled Kitahara Yuki to enter the house, followed by the neighbor next door.

The moment he was out of everyone's sight, Kitahara Yuki immediately distanced himself from Gin and struggled to break free from the hand that had been restraining his neck.

"How many minutes?"

The seemingly nonsensical question got a response from Gin.

"Three minutes."

- It's time to solve the case.

Kitahara Yuki's face still had no expression, but his eyes were bright, and it was easy for people to see his good mood, like a sneaky dog ​​or a cat raising its proud furry head, cute and reserved.

But soon, Kitahara Yuki was attracted by the neighbor who followed him in.

"You are very contradictory," Kitahara Yuki walked around his neighbor several times, and the excitement of encountering a puzzle made his eyes brighter.

"My eyes tell me that you are a gentleman with taste. Your garden is very neat, and the tools are neatly placed in one place. You often prune flowers and trees, which makes the plants you grow look very proper."

"But there are no succulents or novel plants that young people like in the garden. You look strict and stubborn. You don't know how to adapt and adapt to changes in the surrounding environment. You have a harmless social barrier."

Kitahara Yuki paused, not hiding his doubts. He went to the kitchen by himself, opened the refrigerator, and took the canned coffee from the ice water and coffee without hesitation.

He sat on the sofa, opened the coffee, took a big sip of coffee, and his dark eyes were amazingly bright.

"It's very contradictory and strange. Your shoes are the latest model of an Italian brand that is popular among young people. You have a faint scent of perfume on you, which is obviously not a smell that a stubborn man would like. It doesn't fit my profile of you. Who are you?"

Vodka, who had handled the matter, noticed a strange atmosphere as soon as he came in. He glanced at Kitahara Yuki who was unable to hide his excitement, and then at Gin who was watching the show. Finally, he chose to stand behind Gin and stare at the neighbor with a dark face.

The neighbor with a dark face suddenly laughed out loud, and the low male voice suddenly turned into a gentle and intellectual female voice.

She admired Kitahara Yuki's eyes that were wide open because of surprise, and slowly tore off the disguise.

The long curly golden hair fell down, revealing a charming face. The blue eyes like glass stared at Kitahara Yuki, looking charming and intellectual.

- It was Vermouth.

"Wow! It's amazing." Kitahara Yuki exclaimed, "This lady, you are very beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Kitahara Yuki nodded unceremoniously, with no expression on his face. His dark eyes were a little out of focus, and his sight was vaguely in the air. The high-speed operation of his brain just now made him a little exhausted.

Rubbing his swollen temples, Kitahara Yuki drank coffee one mouthful after another with the help of muscle memory, but his eyes were half-closed, giving people the feeling of falling asleep.

This is not right. No matter how sleepy he is, he will not fall asleep with three members of the Black Organization on the scene!

Wake up and think about what happened.

Bermode, Gin, Vodka, these three faces come to mind.

It's Bermode! That guy did it!