Chapter 20
Mr. Breakthrough woke up early this morning and found that he had a cold. He patted his dizzy head and lay on the bed with his eyes blank. He glanced at the popularity countdown [36 hours and 51 minutes].
Very good. This time told him that a social animal with a severe cold did not deserve such a good thing as a day off!
"Mr. Kita, your breakfast."
Kitahara Yuki, who was brushing his teeth, nodded randomly, and thought about the scene that the police outside could not see the bathroom, and said loudly: "I know, put it on the table."
Tsk, the nasal tone was a bit heavy.
After finishing breakfast, Kitahara Yuki made a pack of cold syrup and arrived at Ginza under the worried eyes of the three police officers.
"Mr. Kita, you don't look very well."
Kitahara Yuki rubbed his nose, waved goodbye, and said lazily, "It's okay."
Today's goal is to buy a men's wallet. Kitahara Yuki scanned the surroundings and his sight stopped at a store with a black door. He is not an expert on luxury goods. In comparison, he prefers clothes and supplies with comfortable materials.
So he can't tell the grade of the brand at a glance, but he understands the taste of the store's decoration and the goods.
Found it! The place that sells bags!
"Sir, welcome."
The emotional voice attracted Kitahara Yuki's attention. He kept his eyes on the shopping guide's face for a moment, and his brain began to analyze automatically.
About 25 years old, male, good appearance, extroverted personality, good taste, very enthusiastic about him, obviously this enthusiasm made Kitahara Yuki a little confused.
Why? Today he was dressed very casually, and most of the shops in I-chome were luxury goods, so the salespersons would be more inclined to customers with purchasing power, and he obviously didn't look like one of them.
Kitahara Yuki took the coffee from the salesperson and twitched his nose. Hand-ground coffee?
He tilted his head and glanced at the bar. There was a coffee machine on the bar, and there was also brewed bagged coffee next to the coffee machine. Obviously, bagged coffee was prepared for customers who didn't look like they had purchasing power, but the salesperson provided him with hand-ground coffee.
"Thank you," Kitahara Yuki stared at the salesperson's sparkling eyes for two seconds, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you know me?"
"...No." The salesperson shook her head, "Sir, can I get to know you?"
Kitahara Yuki refused to answer this question and said lightly, "I need to buy a men's wallet, expensive, ordinary."
"Ah!"
Obviously the salesperson heard this somewhat ridiculous request for the first time, but his professionalism made him react quickly and led Kitahara Yuki to the counter.
Black, simple style, price 1.81 million yen.
It looks good, Kitahara Yuki bent his finger and pointed at the glass counter, said nothing, turned around and looked at another counter he had just passed.
Ruby cufflinks, 3.1 million yen - very similar to Rin Sugawa's eyes.
Kitahara Yuki pointed with his finger and said to the still overly enthusiastic clerk lightly: "These two." The
salesperson's eyes brightened, which reminded Kitahara Yuki of the incandescent lamp hanging on the ceiling. He was a little surprised to see such anthropomorphic eyes for the first time. Swipe
the card, pay, everything went smoothly until Kitahara Yuki received a call from the owner of the bank card.
Amuro Toru's low voice came from the phone, "I need to confirm, I received a consumption text message of 4.91 million yen, has your card been stolen?"
Even if Amuro Toru was not in front of Kitahara Yuki, he could still imagine the surprised expression of the blond public security officer, looking at the deduction text message in his phone with doubt.
After all, this was his first consumption after receiving this bank card from Amuro Toru.
"Mr. Amuro, please don't doubt your eyes. After all, your vision is an enviable 5.3. My suggestion to you is that you ask Mr. Hase for reimbursement." Kitahara Yuki said in a timid tone.
——Since Mr. Hase has been called, is it intentional?
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"As you can see," Kitahara Yuki took the handbag handed over by the shopping guide with his empty left hand, "It's just a small lesson."
After saying that, Kitahara Yuki hung up the phone without hesitation. The stuffy nose and dizziness made him feel a little bad, and his already indifferent expression looked even colder.
He was about to leave with his things, but the shopping guide stopped him.
"Sir, can you leave your contact information?"
Kitahara Yuki looked at the shopping guide suspiciously, "I don't apply for a card!"
What do you need the contact information for?
The cold face was full of rejection.
The shopping guide smiled awkwardly, "Sir, you don't need to apply for a card. The wallet you bought needs daily care. I can recommend it to you. If the wallet is damaged later, you can contact me for repair."
Kitahara Yuki nodded, picked up the pen on the counter, wrote the number on the back of the bank statement, and handed it to the shopping guide.
The shopping guide took it with a smile. In an instant, Kitahara Yuki noticed that the shopping guide's warm fingers were touching the back of his hand.
Kitahara Yuki frowned. It was impossible for the shopping guide to accidentally touch this position!
Did he do it on purpose?
Why?
"Sir, I will contact you." The shopping guide raised an eyebrow and looked at him, and her brown eyes sent a signal that Kitahara Yuki could not understand.
Question marks occupied Kitahara Yuki's entire brain. The current salesperson was a huge mystery in his eyes. The difficult psychology expert would never let the confusion in his heart stay overnight.
"You are weird," Kitahara Yuki took a step back, which allowed him to look at the salesperson from all angles, "You were very enthusiastic towards me. When I just entered the store..."
"Sorry to bother you."
The promising voice was interrupted. An arm was put across Kitahara Yuki's shoulders. The broad palm was placed on his shoulder. He could clearly see the coil between his fingers - it was a Kikara coil.
This posture was a bit strange! Too close!
"We have things to do, so we'll take our leave now."
The man forcefully pulled Kitahara Yuki away, which made him glare at the pink-haired and squinting Akai Shuichi unhappily.
Kitahara Yuki: "What are you doing? I haven't asked him why he is so enthusiastic, what signal he is sending me!"
Akai Shuichi showed an expression that was hard to describe. He stared at Kitahara Yuki as if he was a fool. After confirming that the latter's puzzled expression was real, he said helplessly: "He showed it very obviously."
No, didn't he miss something? How come it's so obvious.
Kitahara Yuki stared at his eyes that were wide open with surprise. It made him feel like he was back in the advanced mathematics class, bending down to pick up a pen and the world changed.
"It's obvious that he is pursuing you."
"Huh?" Kitahara Yuki looked even more surprised, and his soft hair swayed slightly with the owner's movements, "He's a man!"
How could he be pursuing him!
Akai Shuichi nodded as a matter of course.
Kitahara Yuki's mind flashed with the shopping guide's excessive enthusiasm for him, and the sentence - Sir, I will contact you.
He swallowed and whispered, "You guys are really playing tricks!"
Akai Shuichi had heard this sentence not long ago. The person who said this was the twin brother of the person in front of him, a hacker with a bad temper.
The atmosphere between the two of them was a little subtle for a while, and it was Shuichi Akai who broke this weird atmosphere.
"Do you have anything else to buy? It's already noon, maybe we can go out for dinner together."
This suggestion made Kitahara Yuki's eyes stay on Shuichi Akai for a while longer. He was like a scanner, analyzing the FBI's expression and movements frame by frame.
Oh, this guy is blocking people on purpose. He even observed Kitahara Yuki and the staff outside the store for a long time. But Kitahara Yuki was not angry about this behavior. Anyway, he was currently using Shuichi Akai as a tool to brush up his shaping value.
"Chili has the effect of warming the middle and dispersing cold, which can dilate blood vessels and may improve my stuffy nose. How about we go for spicy curry rice."
"Chinese medicine knowledge?"
Kitahara Yuki, who had no desire to talk, nodded slowly.
In the store.
Kitahara Yuki said to the waiter on the side: "One fried pork chop curry rice, super spicy. And a cup of espresso, no milk and no sugar."
After placing the order, Kitahara Yuki lost his spirit for a moment. He leaned softly on the back of the chair, his beautiful eyes drooped, and his fair skin was faintly red.
"You look uncomfortable." Akai Shuichi frowned. Kitahara
Yuki touched his forehead. He didn't have a fever, so it was okay. Maybe after eating the super spicy curry and sweating, the cold would be cured!
"It's okay." The voice was very low, like a flower exposed to the sun, without any spirit.
The time waiting for the meal was obviously a bit boring, not to mention that Kitahara Yuki was unwilling to talk.
The black-haired young man unpacked the wallet, took out a photo from the inner pocket of his coat, and carefully put it into the photo slot of the wallet.
"It seems that this photo is very important to you." Shuichi Akai recalled the scene just now.
The photo was carefully placed in the inner pocket by the owner, indicating that the owner attaches great importance to this photo.
The photo looks very old, and there are traces of frequent flipping around it. Obviously, this photo has special meaning to the owner.
Shuichi Akai pushed his glasses, and a faint white light flashed.
——You can try to get it.
Kitahara Yuki nodded and put the wallet into his inner pocket. This photo was sent by Hase Hikaru. It is a vintage photo of him and Rin Sugawa when they were children. He didn't mind telling Shuichi Akai these. After all, as a person who wants to brush up the vest shaping value, he hopes that the person in front of him will ask more questions.
However, it is a common problem among geniuses that they only believe in the conclusions they have drawn.
Kitahara Yuki did not intend to talk too much about Sugawa Rin, "Well, it's not bad."
"Excuse me, curry rice for both of you."
The meal was quick, and Kitahara Yuki, who was enduring the spicy dish, was surprised to find that not only did his stuffy nose not get better, but his throat started to hurt. The dark eyes blinked, and he sighed, "It seems that my talent for Chinese medicine is not good, or even a little bit bad!"
Akai Shuichi laughed briefly, and he coughed lightly, covering up, "Are you feeling worse?" "
Obviously."
"You take a rest here, I'll go to the bathroom and come back soon."
Kitahara Yuki looked sluggish. He didn't become energetic after drinking coffee for the first time, and even didn't react when Akai Shuichi accidentally bumped into him. He didn't touch the inner pocket of his coat until there was no trace of the FBI in the store.
His wallet was gone.
[Vest No. 2 Rin Sugawa's shaping value is 1%]
[Vest No. 2 Rin Sugawa's shaping value is 3%]
Kitahara Yuki sniffed, it was better than nothing.
Ten minutes later, after the last sip of coffee, Akai Shuichi sat down in front of Kitahara Yuki again.
Kitahara Yuki leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes flashed, and his gaze naturally fell on the left pocket of Akai Shuichi - there was a slight bulge, this shape and size, it was a mobile phone.
In some corner of the mall, the mobile phone was taken out by its owner, and a photo of Kitahara Yuki and Sugawa Rin was taken, and sent to their colleagues.
No, to be precise, it was sent to his boss. After everything was done, the phone was put back.
Where is the wallet?
Oh, his sitting posture is a bit strange, the position is two centimeters forward than ten minutes ago. The wallet is in the pocket behind his buttocks. This position will make it easier for him to return the wallet. Now he should be looking for an opportunity to put the wallet back quietly.
"Sir, your coffee." The waiter's voice rang out from the left, followed by a sudden high-pitched scream.
"Ah!"
"Be careful!"
The cold liquid spread from his front to his chest. Kitahara Yuki, who was splashed with coffee, did not lower his head. He looked at Akai Shuichi calmly as he pulled his arm and patted his clothes with his left hand.
——This guy did it on purpose!
This thought flashed through Kitahara Yuki's mind very quickly, and he deduced the scene from a minute ago in his mind.
The pink-haired man with squinting eyes pushed open the door of the coffee shop. The copper bell behind the door rang. He came to the cashier and pointed to the direction where Kitahara Yuki was sitting, and ordered a cup of coffee.
Then he walked towards Kitahara Yuki, and he casually changed the position of the table and stool. Then the waiter passed by and splashed the coffee on Kitahara Yuki accurately.
Kitahara Yuki subconsciously touched the inside pocket of his coat, and his wallet was back on him.
Good job! He gritted his teeth. The dizziness and stuffy nose debuff had already made him feel bad, and now the sticky feeling on his chest made him unable to control his anger.
He followed his heart and glared at Akai Shuichi.
The pink-haired girl squinted her eyes and smiled good-naturedly, "It seems you need to change clothes."
Kitahara Yuki nodded coldly.
"Just now I went to pick up clothes that were stored in the store for my friend. His body shape is similar to yours. Do you need to change into them?"
- The cunning and considerate FBI!