Chapter 24
Kitahara Yuki fell to the back, blinked his eyes which were slightly sour, and looked away after a long while.
The butler in a tuxedo fell to the ground, covering his bleeding calf with a distorted expression. The cold sweat on his forehead and the trembling muscles immediately stimulated Kitahara Yuki's brain.
- Shot in the leg, one minute ago.
Kitahara Yuki followed the butler's arm to look at Ms. Kasuga Yuko who was supporting the butler. She asked the butler with concern: "Are you okay?"
The butler did not answer, obviously the extreme pain made him have no energy to deal with the most ordinary greetings, but he still nodded.
- They know each other, and the relationship is not shallow.
Kitahara Yuki calmly moved his eyes away and fell on Amuro Toru who pressed an adult man on the carpet.
The eyebrows were furrowed, the upper eyelids were raised, the lips were pressed into a straight line, the muscles of the arms were tense, and the hands holding the suspect left no trace of their hands.
——He was angry and even blamed himself. Ordinary people being shot at in front of him made him lose some control.
This is unreasonable. His sense of responsibility to the people will make Toru Amuro feel guilty for a second, but he will not lose control.
What happened?
Huge information rushed to his brain from all directions, and Kitahara Yuki rubbed his swollen temples. Not seeing everyone's reaction right away prevented him from solving the mystery at hand.
He unfolded the white handkerchief he carried with him and picked up the wooden warehouse that fell beside Amuro Toru. Kitahara Yuki, who didn't know much about Kitahara, looked at Gin who had one hand in his pocket.
"M60, caliber 38, 5 rounds of actual bullets, commonly used by Japanese police to equip wooden warehouses." Gin's voice was full of impatience. These "common sense" belonging to the mafia were a bit boring, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
So Kitahara Yuki's feeling just now was not a mistake, this guy has conducted special training for his abilities.
Gin controlled his facial muscles very well, so that he could not read his emotions through his expression.
How did Gin do it? This is simply unreasonable. He used his will and extremely high muscle control to restrain his subconscious? He
even changed his clothes and shoes before meeting Kitahara Yuki.
The cautious and terrifying killer.
Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue and looked at Amuro Toru.
Without Kitahara Yuki's urging, the other party began to explain on his own, "Mr. Yamamasa shot at Mr. Butler, who was on the phone with Mr. Kurota at the time and did not dodge, resulting in a bullet in his left calf, which requires treatment."
Was he shot during the call? Kitahara Yuki stroked his chin and thought.
"According to the known clues, he was indeed shot during the call, but the possibility of deliberately creating a time difference cannot be ruled out." Amuro Toru added lightly.
Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru who expressed his opinion in surprise. The blond public security officer followed his thoughts, and the feeling of being evenly matched made Kitahara Yuki raise his eyebrows very quickly.
The time now is [20:09]. Even though the situation was urgent, Kitahara Yuki still leaned close to Toru Amuro's ear and whispered, "We are so in sync."
- Just like Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Toru Amuro finished this sentence in his heart.
The black-haired young man who could see through people's hearts instantly understood Toru Amuro's thoughts.
He had a strange expression, a lazy look, and a hoarse voice: "Mr. Detective who only has Sherlock Holmes in his mind, I think we are more like Pleasant Goat and Boiling Goat."
The setting of a black-skinned violent sheep without a brain unexpectedly suits Toru Amuro's baby face.
However, Toru Amuro must not know this, because a physical fitness of only 40 can't withstand the fists of the blond police.
"What?" Toru Amuro asked in confusion.
Kitahara Yuki did not answer immediately, but looked at the man next to the butler.
"My name is Sato Tsubasa. I suggest sending Mr. Butler to the hospital at the foot of the mountain first."
This suggestion was very reasonable, but it was too late.
As if to confirm Kitahara Yuki's guess, a huge explosion sounded outside the villa. The rumble filled the air and hit the eardrums, and the sharp pain suddenly drilled into the brain.
Kitahara Yuki rubbed his itchy eyes, and vaguely saw Vodka rushing out at an extremely fast speed.
After a while, Vodka came back with a serious expression: "The stone bridge collapsed."
That was the only way to go down the mountain. This news obviously made everyone a little agitated.
Unrest spread quickly in the villa.
Kitahara Yuki and Amuro Toru looked at each other, and a sense of déjà vu made them say their guesses together, "Snowstorm Villa!"
Then there is still the death.
Amuro Toru: "Who else isn't here?!"
Sato Tsubasa's Adam's apple rolled, and the fear of the unknown brought about by the collapse of the stone bridge made his voice intermittent, "Kurotaka... is sleeping upstairs!"
No one can sleep in such a big noise, unless they are a deaf person or a corpse. Obviously, the Kurotaka mentioned by Sato Tsubasa is not a deaf person.
Kitahara Yuki went upstairs and rushed to Kurotaka's room. He saw the dead man lying on the bed with a bullet in the head.
The pungent smell of blood made his stomach ache. The delicate stomach that had been fasting for 8 hours was resisting mercilessly, which made his brain function sluggish for a moment.
Amuro Toru glanced at Kitahara Yuki who was in a bad condition, and stepped forward to check. "The deceased, Mr. Kurota, has a gentle expression on his face, and there are obvious burn marks on his temples.
It is obvious that the murderer took advantage of Mr. Kurota's deep sleep and pressed a wooden handle against his temples to open the wooden handle. The time of death is no more than half an hour."
Kitahara Yuki: "Is it that wooden handle?"
He frowned, and at this time, Amuro Toru, who had gone downstairs after checking the wounds on the body, also returned to the crime scene. The other party's expression was not good, "The wooden handle is missing."
This is really not good news, Kitahara Yuki pondered, he didn't even need to turn the organs above his neck to know what the suspect was going to do with the wooden handle.
The wooden handle was lost after he and Amuro Toru went upstairs. He recalled the people who stayed in the hall just now, the housekeeper, Ms. Kasuga, and Mr. Yamamasa.
The suspect who stole the wooden warehouse is among them?
"I checked before, and there are still three bullets left in the wooden warehouse." Gin said calmly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
The owner of the villa: "The murderer is Yamamasa! He is the only one who has the wooden warehouse! That guy is not a good person at first glance!"
Obviously, this inference is too arbitrary. Kitahara Yuki, Amuro Toru, and Gin who was standing in the corner smoking, all disagreed.
Mr. Killer even sneered, which made the villa owner blush. Fortunately, the guest Ms. Caotang mediated and prevented a fight.
Everyone returned to the hall again. Kitahara Yuki huddled in the sofa without any image. Hunger and a cold made him dizzy. He forced himself to finish reading Toru Amuro's arrangements.
Ms. Kasuga took care of the housekeeper. Vodka
guarded the prisoner Mr. Masama.
Except for Gin, the rest of the people were in a room with two people.
Toru Amuro pulled up Kitahara Yuki, who was in a bad state, and asked, "Did you bring cold medicine?"
- Of course not. Kitahara Yuki rolled his sour eyes and did not answer. He placed his right hand between his brows, trying to block Amuro Toru's sight in this way.
Amuro Toru immediately understood Kitahara Yuki's thoughts.
"I guessed it, you didn't bring it." He looked at Kitahara Yuki coldly, "Go back to the room first, I brought medicine."
I always feel that Amuro Toru is a scientific version of Doraemon! He has everything!
However, Kitahara Yuki did not give up the struggle and tried to reason with the angry Amuro Toru.
"I need to make it clear that the cold is self-limiting. For adults in good physical condition, even if they ignore it, they can recover within 7-14 days."
Amuro Toru said lightly: "But you can't deny that medicine can shorten its course of illness."
Oh, this is an established fact, Kitahara Yuki cannot refute it, ignoring Gin's probing gaze, and the two returned to the room.
Amuro Toru took out a piece of bread, a can of black coffee, and the medicine that Kitahara Yuki had been taking from his suitcase, and stuffed them into Kitahara Yuki's arms, "Eat first."
After eating the bread and medicine, Kitahara Yuki stared at Amuro Toru suspiciously. No one would bring the other's commonly used medicine without knowing whether the other person was traveling with them.
——This guy obviously came prepared, and he calculated that Kitahara Yuki would join this mission.
"You still have a chance to explain now."
Amuro Toru pursed his lips tightly.
——He was avoiding and resisting.
This discovery made Kitahara Yuki snort, "It's obvious that I joined this mission on a whim, but you are well prepared and even brought the medicine I need to take."
Amuro Toru: "I just know the mission location and made some small preparations in advance. In case I get sick, it's hard to buy medicine here."
This is a barely explainable reason. Kitahara Yuki glanced at the other medicines in the suitcase.
But Amuro Toru brought black coffee. Obviously, he would not give up healthy milk and choose black coffee just to remember the preferences of a certain FBI.
This is for Kitahara Yuki!
"This is for Hase-kun." As if he knew what Kitahara Yuki was thinking, Toru Amuro said frankly, "You know, Hase-kun is a popular figure in the organization now, and I need to build a good relationship with him."
"Huh? Your relationship is still not good? You teamed up to deceive me!"
It was a very difficult question to answer, and Toru Amuro refused to answer. He pointed at Kitahara Yuki's red eyes and said, "Take off your contact lenses first, your eyes are allergic."
Kitahara Yuki's sour eyes did make it difficult for him to analyze the truth of Toru Amuro's words. He went to the bathroom to take off his contact lenses and take a shower. The pungent smell of blood just now made him feel uncomfortable both mentally and physically.
When he packed himself up and left the bathroom, Toru Amuro had already fallen asleep. There was a large space on the right side of the big bed, which was obviously the space left by the blond public security.
"Amuro?"
No response.
Kitahara Yuki carefully approached Amuro Toru, and after making sure that his breathing was steady, he maliciously stretched out his finger and poked Amuro Toru's defenseless face.
It was too unfair for a 180cm tall baby-faced girl to do that.
"You're weird," Kitahara Yuki's light voice echoed in the room, "Since the Trojan Apartment, everything has been weird. Downstairs in the villa, you were a little out of control. Why? Anyway, it wasn't for the housekeeper."
- I will figure out the mission that makes you feel guilty! Kitahara Yuki said to himself in his heart.
The feeling of loss from not getting a response made Kitahara Yuki paralyzed on the bed on the other side.
I don't know how long it took, when Amuro Toru thought the person next to him finally fell asleep, he suddenly felt a pain in his cheek.
The purple-grey eyes opened and met a pair of sparkling dark-black eyes.
Kitahara Yuki pinched the soft flesh on Toru Amuro's cheeks with both hands, and pulled it hard amid the latter's screams of pain, with a sinister tone, "You guys think I can't see that you are pretending to sleep?!"
Toru Amuro's expression was very strange. He was surprised by the unexpected thing, but this surprise was not only because of Kitahara Yuki's superficial exposure.
This expression is not right!
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You don't think that after I find out that you are pretending to sleep, I will not expose you, but choose to pretend to sleep myself, and then follow you secretly when you get up and move?!"
- What does Toru Amuro want him to see?
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Kitahara Yuki knew that he had guessed right. He glared at the innocent-looking Amuro Toru, "Do you think I am one of you suspicious men weighing 70 or 80 kilograms?"
Amuro Toru remained silent. It was obvious that he thought so before today.
Just like the desire for control is a standard feature of high intelligence, suspicion is also a standard feature of high intelligence.
"Are you playing Infernal Affairs? People can be more sincere with each other!" After a pause, Kitahara Yuki said in a calm voice: "Oh, you are an undercover agent. There is no such thing as sincerity."
For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the room, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.
After a long time, Amuro Toru's guilty voice sounded, "Sorry, I'm not..."
The light golden hair hung softly on Mr. Public Security's forehead, and the drooping purple-gray eyes looked at Kitahara Yuki innocently and pitifully.
He approached the black-haired young man, one hand on his side, like a poor puppy that got wet in the rain on a cold winter night.
He cautiously stepped forward and rubbed the kind-hearted man's trousers and feet, making a pitiful whimper.
Honey trap!
Kitahara Yuki gritted his teeth, endured it, and still raised his hands in surrender with a bad face.
"Honey Trap is too foul, but you still have to explain why you want to lure me out? And what's wrong with you downstairs, what do you want to hint to me?"
Obviously, the man in front of him turned into a saw-mouthed gourd again, and the four words "don't want to communicate" seemed to be engraved on this guy's forehead.
Kitahara Yuki's forehead jumped, and he was a little angry.
The red team is full of guys who don't know what communication is. Their ridiculous stubbornness makes Kitahara Yuki want to make a big hole in their heads!
Pulling the quilt over, Kitahara Yuki wrapped the quilt tightly, leaving only a corner of the quilt to cover the belly of the extremely suspicious public security officer.
"Don't try to grab my quilt!" Kitahara Yuki stared at the hand stretched out by Amuro Toru and sneered.