Chapter 19
"Between 21:35 and 22:00, the ambulance encountered a chain reaction. Chang Chunyu... Chang Chun Meiji's daughter was seriously injured and had a weak breathing. Due to Chang Chun Meiji's strong request, the ambulance also took Chang Chunyu." "
You stubbornly believe that it was these 20 minutes that caused your sister to die despite ineffective rescue efforts, even though the doctor repeatedly emphasized that your sister's internal organs were ruptured and she had severe internal bleeding, and even 20 minutes earlier would not have helped."
Tian Jiyingnan struggled violently, his face, which looked tough to begin with, was distorted, and his voice was almost a roar, "What do you know! You people are high and mighty, and you don't understand the hardships of the grassroots people at all."
"My sister was only 20 years old. I have been raising her little by little with my own hands since I was 15! Now she is dead! Killed by those guys! If it weren't for Chang Chunyu, my sister would have been able to get to the hospital earlier!"
For a moment, the ward was unusually quiet, with only the desperate cry of Tian Jiyingnan.
Kitahara Yuki stared at the desperate Tian Jiyingnan, but his gaze slowly faded. He opened his mouth, and as if it was a subconscious reaction, words popped out of his mouth unconsciously.
"You were driving the car, right? That road is straight and wide, and the accident rate is 0.1% a year. What were you doing at that time? Fiddling with your phone? Or turning around to talk to your sister?"
The crying sounded like a radio with the pause button suddenly pressed, and it let out a last hoarse cry, and stopped abruptly at the highest point.
Neither up nor down, it was frustrating.
Kitahara Yuki stood up straight, the expression on his face became extremely cold, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, looking arrogant and mean.
His voice carried a strong sense of oppression, like a hammer hitting the heart again and again, making a dull bang.
"That's why I said your thoughts are weird. It was obviously you who killed your sister."
The heels hit the floor, making a thumping sound. The sound hit the eardrum slowly, entered the nerves, and reached the brain, causing a shudder for no reason.
Kitahara Yuki glanced at the terrified Tian Jiyingnan, and summarized his actions just now. Although the method of using psychological suggestion caused by sound is old-fashioned, it is very useful.
"You evade the facts, you are cowardly and mean, and you put the blame on others. Revenge is just a cover-up for your guilt. You are a poor and ridiculous man."
Tian Jiyingnan stood there in a daze, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were lifeless, and his face was terrified.
Inspector Megure swallowed subconsciously, but found that his subordinates did the same thing as him. For a moment, the sound of swallowing saliva was particularly loud in the small ward.
- Never mess with Mr. Kita in the future, it's too scary!
The police officers' thoughts overlapped strangely!
After the matter was over, Kitahara Yuki pulled Amuro Toru aside and skillfully stuffed Kazami Yuya's ID into the latter's pocket. He was about to continue to search the pocket of the public security officer, but felt the man's stiffness.
The obvious wrongness made Kitahara Yuki unable to choose to ignore it. He looked up in confusion and met Amuro Toru's clear purple-gray eyes.
- Maybe it was the vigilance against the sudden approach of strangers! Kitahara Yuki pouted, bored and suspicious.
Without further hesitation, Kitahara Yuki used his other hand to take out the still warm car key from the right pocket of Amuro Toru.
He yawned, glanced at the strange-looking Amuro Toru, and said lightly: "Please return the ID to Mr. Kazami. I'll wait for you in the car."
After saying that, he shook the car key in his hand. Kitahara Yuki waited for three seconds before getting a reply from Amuro Toru.
"... Got it."
Amuro Toru walked away without looking back. From the back, his walking posture seemed a little unsmooth.
Was he injured just now?
Feeling a little dizzy, Kitahara Yuki sat in the Mazda RX7 and thought about Amuro Toru's abnormality for a second, then adjusted the seat and prepared to have a good sleep.
However, Conan's arrival interrupted Kitahara Yuki's upcoming comfortable sleep.
Kitahara Yuki's attitude was not very good. He said lazily: "Please finish your question within three seconds. I need deep sleep to soothe my racing mind."
"...How did brother Yuki know so much information? You didn't have the opportunity to access the case information, and there was also Tomoharu Miki..." Conan said quickly.
Kitahara Yuki unceremoniously blocked Conan's chattering mouth with his hand, and said in a listless tone: "Three seconds are up, the data is at the elevator entrance and I wanted to share it with you, but you ran away."
"You were only one message from the hospital front desk away from the correct answer, but you ran away again, and you didn't even give me a chance to speak at that time!"
Releasing the hand blocking his mouth, Kitahara Yuki gestured exaggeratedly with his hands, "Just like that, you slipped away from my sight!"
Conan with half-moon eyes: ...
He has already felt the resentment in the two 'you ran away' in your mouth, and there is no need to use his hands to vividly show the scene at that time!
Conan blushed rarely, and silently closed the car door to avoid Kitahara Yuki who was mocking him.
After solving the problem, Amuro Toru glanced at Conan who was running away in isolation, got in the car and looked at Kitahara Yuki who was smug.
"What's wrong?" Amuro Toru wondered.
"The dragon defeated the knight and successfully protected the treasure called the Dignified."
Amuro Toru: ???
Ignoring the stunned Amuro Toru, Kitahara Yuki knocked on the passenger seat, "Don't be in a daze, take me back quickly, I'm so sleepy."
It was obvious that Amuro Toru took Kitahara Yuki's words to heart, and the car flew out like an arrow from the sky. It
really flew out!
Before he could react from the extremely fast speed of the car, he had already arrived downstairs of the safe house. Kitahara Yuki, who was stunned, looked at Amuro Toru with his chin slightly raised and a proud face, and his mood was indescribable.
What a naive public security officer! !
Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Mr. Kita, whose legs are weak because of the speed of the car, do you need my support?"
Kitahara Yuki: ...
I should have asked the traffic police to handcuff you earlier! !
Kitahara Yuki, who was in a very bad mood, got out of the car with a dark face and went upstairs with a wooden face. To be honest, the speed of the car just now was really terrible. He felt that he would not be able to get out of
Amuro Toru's car alive. "It feels so good to be alive." Lying on the sofa in the safe house, Kitahara Yuki drank iced canned black coffee and sighed from the soul.
Amuro Toru looked back and forth at Kitahara Yuki a few times, and the desire to explore in him was too strong to be ignored.
Kitahara Yuki: "What's wrong?"
Thinking of the whole row of canned black coffee he saw in the refrigerator just now, Amuro Toru asked: "I didn't realize you liked canned black coffee so much before."
Kitahara Yuki has always been very patient with baristas, and he is not stingy with his compliments. He explained: "No, it's still that the espresso made by Mr. Amuro tastes good. To be honest, it's much better than the ones in ordinary coffee shops. As for the black coffee, it was recommended by an FBI friend as a meal replacement. It's better than nothing." "
FBI?" The compliments did not make Amuro Toru happy. His face even darkened, "Akai Shuichi? Meal replacement?"
Kitahara Yuki was attracted by the voice that suddenly became hoarse. He looked at Amuro Toru's face and spoke carefully, "Mr. Amuro knows Mr. Akai's preferences very well? You guessed it was recommended by Akai Shuichi at once. You two seem like the kind of enemies who love and hate each other in TV!"
"Huh?"
Kitahara Yuki got the blond-haired dark-skinned man with a gloomy face and a scary tone.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The FBI should get out of my Japan!"
Very good, it seems that Mr. Amuro really just wants to kill Mr. Akai.
Kitahara Yuki breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, Amuro Toru snatched the black coffee in his hand, and a threatening voice rang in his ears.
"The handmade espresso is here, you want to find a meal replacement?"
Don't dare!
Kitahara Yuki nestled in the sofa obediently, waiting for the angry barista to finish his work in the kitchen. What he waited for was the dark night.
Blinking confusedly, Kitahara Yuki was stunned for three seconds before he realized that he should have fallen asleep while waiting for the coffee.
He was lying on the bed, and it was Amuro Toru who moved him to the bed after he found out that he was asleep. Kitahara Yuki, who was sleep-deprived, lay in bed for a while. He got up reluctantly under the urging of his empty stomach and found a note on the coffee table.
[The coffee is stored in the refrigerator. Please don’t ask the FBI to replace it! ——Amuro Toru]
Kitahara Yuki saw a whole pot of handmade coffee in the refrigerator, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly liked the boys’ damn desire to win!
Picking up the phone, Kitahara Yuki sent a text message to Akai Shuichi.
[Dear Mr. FBI, thank you! ——Kitahara Yuki]
[? ? ——Akai Shuichi]
[Are you safe? I waited at the address provided by Hase for a whole day yesterday, but I didn’t wait for you. —— Shuichi Akai]
[The matter has been resolved. Xiaoguang will give you the undercover list—— Yuki Kitahara]
Shuichi Akai, who did receive the undercover list, put away his phone. He stood by the road, his eyes fell on the Mori Detective Agency above, and then glanced at Toru Amuro who was busy in the Poirot Cafe. Finally, his tall figure blended into the night. As
the sky darkened, the lights in the Poirot Cafe went out one by one.
Azusa Enomoto waved to Toru Amuro, "Mr. Amuro, see you tomorrow."
Toru Amuro smiled and said goodbye. He locked the door. He still needed to deal with the public security mail and some small tasks in the organization when he returned.
The night was like water. Toru Amuro passed by the dim street lights, leaving a long shadow, which seemed a bit deserted in the silent night. He looked calm, and walked slowly towards the alley. His figure gradually disappeared, and his footsteps became inaudible until a deep voice sounded.
"Okiya Subaru?" Amuro Toru turned his head to look at the pink-haired man who was pushing his glasses behind him. "I don't remember the FBI's tracking technology being so poor. What do you want from me?"
When Kitahara Yuki sent a text message asking if he could tell someone his real identity, Akai Shuichi probably knew that Amuro Toru had guessed his identity, so he was not surprised by Amuro Toru's address.
"Sir, I'm not from the FBI, I'm Japanese."
Amuro Toru's expression was cold, "Why are you following me?"
Akai Shuichi smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Xiao Xing's friend. I'm a little worried because I can't contact him these two days. I know he likes to drink Poirot's coffee, so I came to try my luck. I wonder if you have any news about him?"
"No!" Amuro Toru turned around and left, not hiding his indifference at all.
Akai Shuichi pursed his lips. Regarding yesterday's incident, the breakthrough is still with Kitahara Yuki.