Chapter 21

Kitahara Yuki had a cold face, snatched the shopping bag from Akai Shuichi's hand, and walked to the clothing store next door without looking back.

The off-white sweater and brown trousers were just the right size. Kitahara Yuki put the wallet in the right pocket of the trousers, and received praise from Akai Shuichi as soon as he left the store.

"It suits you very well. You look very well behaved."

Even though Kitahara Yuki was furious, he was still not good at dealing with such straightforward compliments. He cleared his throat and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Kitahara Yuki's voice was a little soft due to the cold, which made Akai Shuichi feel like he was stepping on marshmallows. However, his expression soon became serious, "You look very bad. I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need. Just go home and have a good sleep." Due to the bad experience Kitahara Yuki had in the hospital not long ago, he had an instinctive resistance to going to the hospital.

"Then I'll take you home." Akai Shuichi pulled Kitahara Yuki's wrist and led him to the parking lot without saying anything. However, the noisy movement interrupted this behavior.

They were on the second floor of the mall. The noise came from the first floor. Shuichi Akai stuck his head out, observed for a while, and turned back to Kitahara Yuki, saying, "It seems we can't leave here now. Something happened."

Kitahara Yuki looked down and saw that the door of the mall was closed. The criminal Mochikura was wearing a black hood that only exposed his eyes, nostrils and mouth. There were unusual bulges on the ears of the hood. Was it an earphone?

He also saw the detective team, Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki in the corner.

Exhaling, Kitahara Yuki was thinking about the feasibility of getting a copy of Conan's schedule to avoid him.

The criminals soon reached the second floor. Kitahara Yuki and Shuichi Akai hid in the crowd. As the crowd was controlled by the criminals to the lobby on the first floor, he met Conan's eyes. The two of them pretended that nothing had happened and looked away tacitly.

Kitahara Yuki squatted in the crowd, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

"The criminals only controlled the people on the first and second floors," Akai Shuichi glanced at the still chaotic crowd above, "Why?" Kitahara Yuki

lowered his voice, "Their target is someone or something on the first or second floor, I prefer the second floor." His

eyes moved around the empty second floor, and Kitahara Yuki obediently took out his mobile phone and put it into the box of traffic information equipment held by the criminal.

With the sound of several mobile phones colliding, the figure of the criminal slowly left.

"As for the remaining floors, I guess the criminals have installed bombs."

As if to confirm Kitahara Yuki's speculation, the mall radio made a debugging sound, followed by a cold male voice.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately, I have to tell you that you have been hijacked!"

A deafening cry of surprise came from the third floor.

The voice on the radio paused for a moment, and continued: "Please keep quiet, otherwise I can't guarantee that the bomb will not explode immediately in such a noisy environment!"

This sentence worked very well, and the scene returned to silence. The man was obviously very satisfied with the impact he had made, and his tone was a little uplifted.

"The passage from the second floor to the third floor is guarded by our people. Please keep calm. People on the third floor and above should not come down, otherwise I can't guarantee that the bomb will explode in the first few seconds after you come down. Everyone just stay and wait for the useless Japanese police to rescue you!"

The man's somewhat arrogant laughter ended at the end.

"It's obvious that the owner of the male voice on the radio has a strong desire to perform. Such people are often self-centered. He said 'our people' instead of 'my people', which shows that there are people above him who have more say than him. The person who can control such a person is obviously more stable, maybe..."

"Hey! The man in white clothes over there! What are you chattering about!"

Kitahara Yuki's pupils shrank slightly. It was obvious that this group of people would not just talk.

"Bang!"

It was the sound of metal objects colliding.

Kitahara Yuki only felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Something flowed down from his forehead and entered his eyes, bringing a stinging pain.

He was stunned for three seconds before he reacted. It was blood!

The young man with black hair and black eyes fell to the ground, covering his broken forehead, looking coldly at the wooden pallet that hit him, and his sight followed the hand holding it to the vicious eyes of the gangster. Kitahara Yuki's eyes were very cold, like a sharp knife falling on the white bones.

The gangster was startled and stepped back subconsciously, and it seemed that he suddenly realized that he had the advantage, with a face full of anger and irritability.

"You bastard..."

Akai Shuichi stepped in front of Kitahara Yuki in time, "I'm sorry, my friend has a bad cold and feels a little uncomfortable."

The gangster clicked his tongue, cursed, and walked away.

Staring at the man leaving, Akai Shuichi raised his hand to help Kitahara Yuki, but the latter grabbed his wrist and avoided him.

The black-haired young man raised his chin towards the empty space beside him, motioning him to sit down. He himself lay on the ground in a relaxed manner, ignoring the bleeding forehead. His sight fell on the top of the mall, and his thoughts had drifted far away.

In the conversation just now, he used a whispered voice, and also paid attention to the positions of the criminals nearby. It was impossible for him to discover so quickly that an accomplice had observed this phenomenon and informed the criminals.

Kitahara Yuki's mind flashed the scenes around him. According to the position, the accomplice was behind him, and he was carrying a communication device. Was it a headset? !

Oh, it was one of the two men and one woman!

But after being discovered, why did they let him go? Someone among the criminals knew Kitahara Yuki! He even only gave a small lesson to warn the black-haired young man not to get involved in this matter. They didn't dare to hurt Kitahara Yuki.

It was the organization!

He could only endure the fact that they wanted to kill him, but the way of giving a lesson reminded him of Gin!

Kitahara Yuki narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Gin was not the kind of guy who would hide in the crowd to gather his momentum and tell tales, so he was in another place, and Top Killer was observing the scene where he could be seen! ...

Kitahara Yuki suddenly sat up and looked at the high-rise building through the glass door of the shopping mall.

Gin's sniping range is about 700 yards! The distance of this high-rise building is 600 yards!

There is a flashing white dot in the distance, which is the reflection of the sniper scope! Gin knew that he had found it, and he told others openly that it was there!

Gin was provoking him! This realization made Kitahara Yuki lick his back teeth, and then he lay on the ground exhausted! ——I can't beat him!

Kitahara Yuki's fingers holding Akai Shuichi's wrist moved.

It was Morse code.

[Turning sideways to block the line of sight behind him]

Akagi Shuichi raised his eyebrows and stepped forward with concern to block the line of sight behind him, "Xiao Xing, are you okay? Your face looks pale."

This title made Kitahara Yuki absent-minded for a second. The FBI acted so naturally! Does their pre-job training include acting courses?

[The accomplice is among the hostages. He is wearing headphones or other communication equipment and is behind us. Their target should be the hidden person. There is a sniper in the building opposite.]

"You have a good rest. I'm here, nothing will happen to you."

Kitahara Yuki blinked his somewhat sour eyes and looked at Akai Shuichi with a gentle smile - he pretended to be serious.

However, he had no intention of participating. He could not guarantee that Gin would do anything if he joined. After all, Mr. Killer should be aiming a sniper rifle at his head at this moment. He was so sleepy

. The severe cold and rapid thinking made his brain lack oxygen, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

He actually had tinnitus.

Kitahara Yuki realized belatedly that this cold seemed to be particularly serious. Was he having a fever?

The black-haired young man with lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead. There were messy sounds coming from his ears, and he could vaguely hear a few squeaking sounds.

Someone was patting his shoulder.

"Wake up!"

"Kitahara Yuki!"

Who was calling him! So annoying, disturbing someone's sleep will bring punishment from God!

Suddenly, his forehead was cold. Kitahara Yuki woke up suddenly and shuddered. His dark eyes began to focus. He stared blankly at the light blond public security officer holding an ice pack.

"Amuro Toru? Why are you here?"

Oh, he was kidnapped because of the organization's mission. Cotton's mind started to work again. Kitahara Yuki looked around. The criminals were nowhere to be seen. Conan and the others formed a circle around him.

He was a little uncomfortable meeting so many pairs of eyes at once. "Sorry, I was too sleepy and fell asleep just now."

Conan showed his half-moon eyes, reprimanded a few words, and left with the Junior Detective Team and Mao Li Ran. Akai Shuichi was nowhere to be seen.

"You have a fever, go to the hospital." Amuro Toru's face was full of sternness.

"It doesn't look serious to me." Under Toru Amuro's death gaze, Kitahara Yuki's voice became lower and lower, and finally reached a point where it was almost inaudible. He wanted to curl his lips to express his dissatisfaction, but he held back because of a strong sense of crisis. It

was not until he subconsciously touched his right trouser pocket and found that his wallet was missing that he suddenly shook off Toru Amuro's hand and rushed into the mall with a pale face.

"You first..."

Before he could even say the word "go", Kitahara Yuki was pulled back. He said to Amuro Toru, who had a puzzled look on his face, "I dropped my wallet in the mall. I need to find it."

Amuro Toru looked strange, his eyes fell on Kitahara Yuki's unusually pale and anxious face, "Is that thing important to you?"

——He had never seen such an expression on the black-haired young man's face, a gentle look with a hint of reminiscence and fear of losing a treasure.

"Yes, it's very important."

Amuro revealed a strange expression. He stared at Kitahara Yuki for a long time, as if he was confirming something very important. When Kitahara Yuki was about to get impatient, he opened Kitahara Yuki's palm and casually slapped the brand new wallet on the latter's hand.

"Here you go."

The voice was calm and the emotion could not be heard. Kitahara Yuki frowned, hesitated for a moment and then politely thanked, "Thank you, it's a great help."

After a pause, Kitahara Yuki continued, "You... haven't opened it to see it?"

"No."

[Vest No. 2 Rin Sukawa's shaping value is 6%]

[Vest No. 2 Rin Sukawa's shaping value is 9%]

Good job! It's a lie, Mr. Amuro, who is full of lies, deceived his kind friend!