Chapter 16

The moment Kitahara Yuki stepped out of the warehouse door, he saw Amuro Toru leaning against the Mazda RX7.

"Kitahara-kun, I'm Bourbon, responsible for protecting your safety."

Kitahara Yuki snorted coldly. He obviously didn't have a good face, but this was not abrupt.

On the surface, Bourbon was Amuro Toru, a clerk at the Poirot Cafe, who he had met a few times. After learning that this man was a member of the organization that Hase Hikaru joined, it was normal for the two of them to compete with each other. After

clarifying this point, Kitahara Yuki was ready to torment Amuro Toru.

This was definitely not anger! He licked his back teeth!

"Mr. Amuro is amazing. He is indeed a man with two faces. He can tell lies and the truth easily."

Toru Amuro opened the passenger door and said in a gentle tone, "Ki-kun is right. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

The soft answer made Kitahara Yuki glare at Toru Amuro. He sneered and pulled his tight tie, and quickly got into the back seat.

"Turn on the car music." Kitahara Yuki ordered unceremoniously.

Soothing music sounded in the closed space. After making sure there was no noise caused by eavesdropping, Kitahara Yuki asked, "What agreement did you sign with Xiaoguang?" The blond

policeman remained silent.

"You can't talk about it? Or did that guy not let you talk about it!"

"Both." Toru Amuro sighed.

Obviously, this answer made Kitahara Yuki, who was already in a bad mood, even more unhappy. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then asked: "When did you start?"

"I had this idea about ten days ago."

Kitahara Yuki suddenly opened his eyes, with a bright anger in his dark eyes, and his right hand squeezed his left hand hard.

Considering the risk of being mixed up in the underworld, Kitahara Yuki originally wanted Hase Hikaru to join the organization as an ordinary hacker and try to avoid contact with the dark side as much as possible.

Now!

Hase Hikaru directly threw all the cards in front of the boss of the organization, and overturned the gambling table with a nonchalant look.

Is this really a vest created on the basis of his soul? Is he such a bastard? ! How could he pit himself! In order to make himself more convinced of the plan they had made, he even resorted to tricking the FBI into coming in to make the plan more credible!

"Well done, you are worthy of being Mr. Three-Faced Public Security. You are so efficient in doing things. In just ten days, you were able to make my dear brother hide the truth about me, his elder brother, for you!"

- In fact, this was suggested by Hase Hikaru.

But Toru Amuro couldn't say it, otherwise he might get an angry psychologist.

"Where are we going first?"

The technique of changing the subject was clumsy, but it worked.

"Coffee and sandwiches." Kitahara Yuki leaned back in his chair. The outburst of a lot of emotions made him a little tired. He needed a cup, no, he needed three cups of coffee. This would make him more energetic and able to think calmly about how to treat Hase Hikaru.

The Mazda drove very steadily all the way, and only showed off its maneuverability when it was almost at the destination, doing a drift and accurately entering the parking space.

"You have good driving skills. Speed ​​racing can make people secrete adrenaline quickly, and the stimulation and excitement caused by the boy's desire to win occupy the brain. Obviously you are used to speed racing, but because of some emotion, you gave up this plan. I'm sure that a grandmother can ride a bicycle faster than you just drove!"

Amuro Toru's expression was a little stiff.

"Oh, it was guilt that made you give up the childish boy's desire to win."

"...I'm 29 years old this year."

- I don't have any childish boy's desire to win.

Kitahara Yuki snorted, "That's the uncle's ridiculous desire to win."

Amuro Toru took a deep breath, "I need to correct myself. The 29-year-old me can be called brother by the 20-year-old you, not uncle!"

"Obviously you don't have this honor, blond uncle!" Kitahara Yuki didn't feel any burden at all, and called out this title to the baby-faced Amuro Toru, who was only 23 or 24 years old.

Kitahara Yuki, who was firing on all cylinders, obviously made Amuro Toru a little overwhelmed. He raised his hands in surrender, "Let's go up and talk."

This time Kitahara Yuki didn't refuse.

Trojan Apartment, No. 29, Beika-cho 5-chome.

Kitahara Yuki took the brown coat handed to him by Amuro Toru and put it on quickly. The sudden warmth made him breathe a sigh of relief.

When he took off his coat in the warehouse, he felt a little regretful. Although the action was cool, it was still a little cold for Japan in November.

Glancing at Toru Amuro, who was busy in the kitchen wearing a white shirt and a black vest, Kitahara Yuki admitted that he was a little jealous of Amuro's good physique that was not afraid of cold. His eyes stayed on Amuro's wheat-colored forearms for a moment.

Very strong! It looks like he can beat ten of him alone!

Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue and sneezed. He rubbed his nose - don't catch a cold!

"You'll be well soon. Sit down and rest first."

Toru Amuro's somewhat ethereal voice came from the kitchen. Kitahara Yuki nodded subconsciously, and then found that Toru Amuro couldn't see him, so he said loudly: "Got it."

After that, he waved to the little white dog who was craning his head to look at him not far away.

The little white dog moved its nose, as if to confirm Kitahara Yuki's safety, and came up with its tail wagging. Kitahara Yuki hugged him and rubbed the little white dog's furry head.

It was a white Shiba Inu, a boy.

"Does the puppy have a name?"

"Hello, Amuro Hello."

Ten minutes later, Kitahara Yuki successfully captured a little dog with his superb dog-stroking skills.

The rare leisure time made Kitahara Yuki drowsy, but now there were a lot of things like a messy ball of wool waiting for him to untie. Kitahara Yuki forced himself to open the system panel.

The interface of the main body and Hase Hikaru did not change much, but the interface of Vest No. 2 was very different.

[Vest No. 2: Rin Sugawa]

[Nationality: Russia]

[Age: 25]

[Intelligence: 80 (100 full)]

[Strength: 95 (100 full)]

[Agility: 95 (100 full)]

[Spirit: 95 (100 full)]

[Constitution: 95 (100 full)]

[Shaping value 0%]

Next to the character's stats is a photo of Rin Sugawa. The man is facing the light, his inky hair blending into the darkness, his eyes are amber-like, like a blood-drinking gem wrapped in a chilling chill.

A leather bracelet is wrapped around his left wrist, and a black stone is hanging below, shining strangely in the sun.

Wow, the stats of Vest No. 2 are obviously related to physical strength! This makes Kitahara Yuki, whose physical fitness is only 40, very happy. The survival index can be said to be rising straight up!

Ding Dong, it's the notification sound of the chat room.

【Believe in the Light: [Picture of Rin Sugawa as an adult.jpg][Picture of Rin Sugawa as a child.jpg][Picture of Yuki Kitahara and Rin Sugawa as children.jpg]】

【Believe in the Light: Xiao Guang, this is a picture I made with my computer. Judging from the character's stats, Rin Sugawa is quite capable in combat. After you have completed the characterization, let him stay by your side for an extra layer of protection.】

Yuki Kitahara sneered. He refused!

He wanted to rebel and relive his rebelliousness at the age of 18.

After turning off the screen, Yuki Kitahara chose to read it without returning. His tired mind was spinning very fast, thinking about how to increase the characterization until Toru Amuro brought him coffee and sandwiches, which stopped Yuki Kitahara's brain from spinning at high speed.

"Hot coffee?"

Toru Amuro held his own cup of coffee and said lightly: "Three times. You sneezed three times in just ten minutes since you entered this room."

"Really?" Kitahara Yuki touched his nose and had a better understanding of Toru Amuro's attentiveness. "But I can't deny that iced coffee is obviously much better than hot coffee."

After taking a sip of hot coffee, Kitahara Yuki wrinkled his features and complained dissatisfiedly.

Toru Amuro ignored Kitahara Yuki's complaints and stared at Haro who was clinging to Kitahara Yuki for a while. He was surprised at Haro's speed of betrayal.

"I have been attracted by small animals since I was a child." Kitahara Yuki saw what Toru Amuro was thinking and said lightly: "Now let's talk about Xiaoguang in detail."

Obviously, the topic spanned a wide range. Kitahara Yuki held the warm coffee and waited for a while before seeing Toru Amuro put down the coffee cup and prepared to give a long speech.

The deep voice fell into his ears through the mist, like a cello in a symphony telling a beautiful story with a rich tone.

"This is the best result. It not only guarantees Hase's safety but also keeps you out of trouble. Although Hase has joined the organization, the organization will not force him to take the mission because of his special nature. This is what I can say now."

- He should know that reason tells him that this is the best way to do it. Emotionally, he wants to hammer the head of the stubborn guy.

But what to do! He also wants to patch up Hase Hikaru. The plan is perfect, but the motivation still needs to be considered! After all, saving him does not require such extreme methods.

The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant. Kitahara Yuki remained silent for a long time, his dark eyes drooped, his gaze fell on the floating hot air, his fingers slowly rubbed the coffee cup, his expression was listless, and he seemed a little silent.

"Do you want to hear the story of Xiaoguang and I?"

Perhaps the shock today was too much, and the difficult psychologist had a rare desire to confide.

Amuro Toru leaned forward, his purple-gray eyes reflected Kitahara Yuki's drooping eyebrows, and he saw him stretch out his hand and cover his dark eyes with his white elbow.

Do you want to cry?

"Xiao Guang and I didn't live together since childhood. We met for the first time when we were ten years old. He was like a little hedgehog then. When he looked at people with his eyes downcast, there was a sense of distance and indifference. Not a word came out of his mouth all day, like a little dumb."

As if thinking of something interesting, Kitahara Yuki smiled faintly, and his clear black eyes contained a little warmth. "But he is quite cute, with cat eyes, eating noodles with an expressionless face, and his mouth is full of sauce."

Tsk, a little sloppy!

"From the first time I saw him, I knew he was sick, a real mental illness, so I started studying psychology."

"Maybe I'm a genius in this area. I cured his paranoid personality disorder and schizophrenia, but he's like a reservoir of diseases. When I cure one disease, another disease pops up."

"It wasn't until I hypnotized him that the situation improved. But at the beginning of this year, hypnosis had no effect on him. Because of the long-term treatment, he even placed his spiritual trust in me. I became the only link between him and this world."

... Hase Hikaru has no sense of belonging to this world.

Amuro Toru discovered this problem at the beginning. Mr. Hacker is like a passer-by in the world, with a precise smile on his face forever. Only when facing Kitahara Yuki, his silent eyes will burst out with strong emotions.

Some abnormal brotherly relationship.

"So, you came to Japan." Amuro Toru said firmly: "Is there a solution to this problem here?"

"Yes. Japan ten years ago is the key to all this." Kitahara Yuki admitted generously. He turned on his mobile phone and pulled out a computer-generated photo of the young Rin Sugawa.