Chapter 22

A strange atmosphere lingered between the two people who returned to the Trojan Apartment until Toru Amuro took out the thermometer from Kitahara Yuki's mouth.

"39.8 degrees Celsius." Toru Amuro put down the thermometer, crossed his arms and stared at the young man lying on the bed with a serious face.

The black-haired young man shook his head, turned over and buried his head in the pillow, "It's still 2.2 degrees Celsius away."

Toru Amuro: "What?"

Kitahara Yuki raised his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "The mercury thermometer for measuring human body temperature has a measurement range of 35-42 degrees Celsius, and I'm still 2.2 away from 42 degrees Celsius."

- So, don't stare at him with such a serious expression!

Toru Amuro mentally added to what Kitahara Yuki hadn't finished saying, his forehead twitched, his complexion turned very bad, his light golden eyes reflected the indifferent look of the black-haired young man.

"You look much worse than me now!" Kitahara Yuki turned his head, his expression was still indifferent, but he did not hide the curiosity in his eyes, he even had a great desire to explore the fact that Toru Amuro cared more about his health than he did.

Mr. Gongan was angry, why?

"...Go to the hospital!" Toru Amuro took a deep breath, "If you don't want to drink the coffee I made in your lifetime, you can choose to stay in the safe house."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

I always feel that Mr. Amuro has unknowingly mastered the method of controlling him.

Kitahara Yuki, who was sent to the hospital by Amuro Toru, had his temperature taken again. The nurse looked at him in surprise, "40 degrees Celsius, you didn't faint!"

Rubbing his head, Kitahara Yuki was stunned for two seconds. For a moment, he felt that this temperature was unexpectedly in sync with his 40 physique, "Maybe my brain is too useful."

There is obviously no necessary connection between the two. Kitahara Yuki was very uncooperative and was pressed by Amuro Toru in the infusion room for an IV. He pouted, stared at the two large bottles of 500ml solution, and said to Amuro Toru, "You are making a fuss!"

Amuro Toru sneered, "Do I need to popularize to the willful psychology expert the damage caused by a long-term fever of 40 degrees Celsius to the human body?"

"…No need. I have a little knowledge of medicine." "

Involved" is a very flexible way of saying it, and being able to disinfect a wound can be considered as a knowledge of medicine.

Kitahara Yuki recalled the expression on his face when he said this, and there was not a trace of flaw. Amuro Toru could not find that what he said was not a lie in the strict sense!

However, the world of science can always give Kitahara Yuki some different shocks, and a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Kitahara-kun is referring to the knowledge of medicine..."

This sentence made Kitahara Yuki turn around quickly. He saw the pink-haired and squinting-eyed boy standing not far away, pointing at the throat.

"Does this mean that eating super spicy curry can relieve a cold, but may make the cold worse?"

There was no expression on Toru Amuro's face, and he said in a flat voice: "You actually ate super spicy curry when you had a bad cold? Do you think your body temperature of 40 degrees is not high enough?"

The FBI and the public security both stared at Kitahara Yuki with dangerous eyes. The latter did not dare to answer at all. He raised his right hand that was not receiving an infusion, made a surrender gesture with one hand, and answered decisively: "I was wrong."

The young man's weak expression choked Toru Amuro. He snorted coldly and decided to turn his fire on Akai Shuichi, "Mr. Okiya, what are you doing here?"

"I came to get medicine, and when I saw a familiar figure, I followed him to take a look." Akai Shuichi waved the bag in his hand.

It was obvious that Toru Amuro was not in a good mood towards the person in front of him, and the intention to chase him away was almost written on his handsome face. "Since you have already taken the medicine, let's go quickly. It's not safe to walk alone at night."

After Akai Shuichi left, Kitahara Yuki came over and said to Toru Amuro in a teasing tone: "Your dislike for him is written on your face."

Toru Amuro sneered: "My thoughts of beating you up are also written on your face."

Kitahara Yuki shut up and kept silent. Mr. Amuro's fighting power was too strong now, and his fragile physique might not be enough to stop Toru Amuro from punching him.

After a long silence, just when Kitahara Yuki was about to fall asleep, the voice of Toru Amuro sounded beside him, "I used to have some good friends who didn't care about their health."

Mr. Gongan's voice was very calm. He used a tone similar to "The weather is really nice today" and summarized the story of him and his friends in one sentence.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly read a trace of loneliness in this calm tone.

The infusion room was very noisy, with the sound of nurses walking around, and the gentle or rough conversations between patients and their families. Only the incandescent light above the head was quietly lit.

"I'm sorry." Kitahara Yuki's cold voice reached Toru Amuro's ears.

Amuro Toru sneered and said, "I thought you would say to me in a mocking tone, who doesn't have a few friends like this."

...So, what kind of image does Amuro Toru have in his heart? !

Why do you have such a strange idea!

Kitahara Yuki was so tired after the whole day that he didn't want to talk. When he woke up at noon the next day, he was still a little unresponsive. It was not

until he drank a cup of coffee that his brain, which had stopped turning, went back one step like a clock.

Dongdong - the sound of knocking on the door.

Kitahara Yuki knew who was knocking on the door without asking, "Use the key to open the door yourself!" The

door opened, and three public security gentlemen stood straight in the living room of the safe house like soldiers waiting for inspection.

"What's the matter?" Kitahara Yuki had a strong desire to end the topic as soon as possible, and his tone showed this very well.

The older public security officer said, "Mr. Fūtani has arranged for us to help you move."

Toru Amuro had told him about the move. Kitahara Yuki rubbed his head and quickly went over the items in the safe house in his mind. The money was in his pocket, and there was nothing else that was particularly important. Oh, except for the second to last compartment on the left side of the bottom of the closet, which contained underwear.

"Except for the second to last compartment on the left side of the bottom of the closet, you can do whatever you want with the rest."

The three public security officers seemed to have received a pardon, and they dispersed at once. One went to the kitchen, one went to the bedroom, and one went to the bathroom to clean up.

After thinking about it, Kitahara Yuki added, "Please don't touch the gift box on the bedside table in the bedroom."

That was the meeting gift he bought for Rin Sugawa.

The public security officer who went to the bedroom to clean up answered loudly, "Okay!"

Kitahara Yuki stayed in the safe house for a while, packed his underwear, and found that he didn't have the hobby of watching people work, so he contacted Amuro Toru and prepared to take a ride to the Trojan Apartment.

Half an hour later, Kitahara Yuki sat in the co-pilot of the Mazda RX7. He asked while fastening his seat belt: "Your subordinates seem to be afraid of me?"

"I asked them this question."

Amuro Toru paused for a moment strangely, and Kitahara Yuki looked over curiously.

Is there something wrong with their answer? It can make the public security man, who is very restrained in some ways, show such an expression.

"They said that when they saw your face and thought of your smart brain, their brain started to act before their limbs moved."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "Why should you hesitate? In fact, when I see people with high fighting power, their brains started to act before their limbs moved."

If it were the case that he encountered those gorillas in the past, his knees might have already knelt before his brain could react.

Catching bullets with bare hands is really too foul.

"What?" Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Kitahara Yuki had a cold expression on his face, "Nothing, just a cold joke."

They soon arrived at the Trojan Apartment. When Amuro Toru took Kitahara Yuki's small suitcase out of the trunk, Kitahara Yuki expressed his gratitude generously, and complimented him by saying, 'Mr. Amuro's driving speed today is much faster than the old lady riding a bicycle last time.'

Toru Amuro paused in folding his sleeves, his expression serious, "You have been provoking me since yesterday. No, I should say that you are provoking everyone equally. Your body leaned back, obviously this question makes you uncomfortable, you even want to avoid it, the expression on your face tells me that you want to sew my mouth shut."

"Why?"

Because he is a stingy guy! He is unhappy that the man in front of him has lied to him along with Hase Hikaru, and he is unhappy that he has seen the photo but claims not to have seen it!

This is a serious trust issue between friends!

Kitahara Yuki did not answer. He stood on the stairs, staring down at Toru Amuro with his eyes downcast. His black hair was hidden in the darkness, and his clear eyes were like the bottomless sea that could not let in any light.

He said with a cold face and a frivolous tone, "Obviously, not everyone likes to be analyzed, but considering that Mr. Amuro is a barista, I will forgive you occasionally. But there is one thing I still need to tell you solemnly - don't imitate me!"

Kitahara Yuki stretched out his hand to block Amuro Toru who was about to enter the house, snatched the suitcase from the latter's hand, and added: "I'm not angry at all!"

"See you tomorrow! Mr. Amuro!"

"Bang!"

The door closed heavily, and Amuro Toru could even feel the door frame shaking.

- Very good, the petty psychologist is angry.

Kitahara Yuki, who entered the house, was looking at the room. The bedroom faces south and there is a balcony.

He walked to the balcony and could clearly see the situation on the balcony next door. When he met the purple-gray eyes of Amuro Toru on the balcony next door, the question of privacy had been answered.

He retreated to the bedroom, put his underwear into the cleaned closet, stuffed the suitcase casually, and fell on the soft bed.

The quilt smelled of being exposed to the sun, and the sheets still had clear creases, but they had been washed.

Obviously these things were prepared by the public security man next door. He bought a brand new four-piece suit and washed it. He even took into account Kitahara Yuki's habit as a Chinese and exposed the quilt to the sun!

How could there be such a caring male mother!

Kitahara Yuki decided to forgive Toru Amuro's unreasonableness, but it was a bit rash to forgive him so quickly. He planned to go to Mr. Amuro again in the evening!

[18:30]

Kitahara Yuki knocked on Toru Amuro's door. He leaned against the wall, thinking about what expression he should show when Mr. Public Security opened the door, so that it could be shown that [forgiving Toru Amuro] was a decision he made after many considerations, and he was not so easy to coax.

However, when Toru Amuro opened the door, Kitahara Yuki gave up this idea. He took a step back, which allowed him to take a better look at Toru Amuro.

The blond public security wore a white shirt with a slim black vest on the outside, and a bolo bow tie was neatly pinned around his neck. This was a Bourbon outfit.

There was a slight bulge on his waist, which was a temakura.

Oh, Toru Amuro was getting ready to go out to carry out the organization's mission.

Mr. Public Security who puts the mission first will say - I need to go out for something, we will talk about what you want when you come back.

"I need to go out for something, I will bring you a cup of coffee when I come back." Amuro Toru closed the door and said to Kitahara Yuki.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes widened and he was stunned for three full seconds.

Was his judgment wrong? Why did he bring him coffee? This does not fit his profile of Amuro Toru! Generally speaking, when humans are in a guilty mood and do something bad, they will give the victim some compensation.

So, coffee is a compensation out of guilt?

Why guilt?

Because this mission is related to Kitahara Yuki.

At the moment when Amuro Toru was about to leave, Kitahara Yuki grabbed his wrist and said, "Maybe you don't mind having a smart teammate tonight."