Chapter 25

The next morning, Kitahara Yuki was woken up by Amuro Toru. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met the purple-gray eyes of Mr. Public Security.

The scattered sunlight fell on Amuro Toru's light golden hair, with a faint halo, just like an angel who fell into the world and knew nothing about the world.

No, this angle will not appear in daily life. Amuro Toru deliberately chose this angle, which will make him look more innocent.

Honey Trap again.

Kitahara Yuki pushed Amuro Toru away with a cold face and went to wash up without saying a word.

Amuro Toru followed behind and said in a good temper: "How about a cup of espresso, a sandwich and a soufflé in the morning?"

Kitahara Yuki remained silent.

"Want to go racing? I know a good place."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyes lightly.

"Maybe we can go pick out some potted plants together. Last time, I heard from Kazami that you were not satisfied with the plants he bought."

Kitahara Yuki looked at the gentle-looking Public Security in the mirror.

Oh, he was apologizing in an awkward way.

"I've been trying new products recently. After this mission is over, do you want to try them in Poirot?"

Kitahara Yuki was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Poirot, did you just say Poirot?"

"Yes, if we remember correctly, we said Poirot." Amuro Toru answered, his speech speed was very slow, as if he was thinking about why the word 'Poirot' would make the quiet Kitahara Yuki suddenly become excited.

"Do you remember the smart detective Poirot with a mustache?"

Kitahara Yuki quickly washed his face and changed into a beige sweater. The exposed waist skin was dazzlingly white. He put the coat on the back of the chair over his left arm and walked down.

Amuro Toru's eyes suddenly became sharp and followed Kitahara Yuki.

"The tragedy on the Nile River that Mr. Poirot encountered! A very classic case, and the situation is very similar to this time."

- Use shooting to create an alibi and confuse the order of the shooting and the shooting.

Kitahara Yuki stopped in front of Ms. Kasuga and Mr. Butler's door. He glanced at Amuro Toru, who came forward and knocked on the door.

Dongdong -

the sound, neither light nor heavy, wrapped in the cold winter wind, blew up the soft hair in front of Kitahara Yuki's forehead.

"The butler killed the deceased using a silencing device before 20:09. He called the deceased's cell phone and the call went through. He then came to the living room and provoked Shan Zheng to open the door to him."

"He used the cell phone during the call to create an alibi, changing the order of the killing and the attack by Mukura. He first killed the deceased and then was attacked by Mukura, instead of being attacked by Mukura and then the deceased was killed."

After the last word fell, the door opened.

The leather shoes fell in front of the bed, and Kitahara Yuki stared at the butler, "Butler, tell the truth now and hand over Kikura. You still have a chance."

"...What!" The butler's expression was stiff, "What are you saying, guest?"

"Right shoulder raised, repeated words, rising tone, typical lying state."

Kitahara Yuki sat down on the sofa chair, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his face was gloomy.

"Sir, I always don't like repeating things for the second time. Can you tell us what you said in the last call with Mr. Kurota?"

Butler: "It was just a normal greeting. We had some intersections before."

"You probably don't know that I have a hacker friend who can perfectly restore what you said in your last call."

Kitahara Yuki stood up straight and looked down at the butler whose eyes were moving quickly.

His line of sight naturally projected downward from top to bottom, which was a common method used by superiors to maintain their majesty over those below them, and it would create a certain sense of oppression.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the butler's forehead.

Kitahara Yuki stared at the old man's dilated pupils for a long time, then sat down again.

He bent his fingers and tapped the glass tea table slowly and calmly. The twanging sound entered the eardrum and hit the sensitive nerves.

The air was stagnant, and a tense mood spread in the room.

The butler's Adam's apple rolled, and the loud swallowing sound was unusually conspicuous in the silent room, "You don't have a certificate..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly. The butler saw Kasuga holding Kitahara Yuki's forehead with a wooden handle. The latter's expression was very excited, and the smile on his face even deepened.

Apparently, Yuko Kasuga personally handed over the evidence.

He glanced at the serious Ms. Kasuga, and then glanced at the gin and vodka that came over.

"Look, the evidence is delivered to my door, and you want to use me to threaten my companions?" His voice was full of joy, and his right foot resting on his left knee shook happily.

"This lady, you can put the wooden basket on my nose, and shooting from here can directly destroy my brain stem. I won't even have a little resistance and will die directly." Ms. Kasuga's

right hand trembled because of this sentence, her eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that she was frightened by Kitahara Yuki's death instruction and her hands were shaking. No, her body was also shaking.

The cold murderous aura came from her left and back like a sharp blade. She quickly changed her position and faced the cold-eyed Toru Amuro and the two men in black standing by the door.

"You...you, don't come over, otherwise...I will kill him!"

Soon, a circle of people had gathered at the door, and they all looked at Kasuga Yuko in horror.

"Mr. murderer and Ms. accomplice, please tell us your motive for committing the crime." Kitahara Yuki looked relaxed, and he even tried to smooth out the wrinkles of his coat, and his voice was calm.

These words were like a switch, and Kasuga Yuko's resentful voice came from the side.

"Kuroshita deserved to die, he is a murderer! Thirty years ago, this was not a villa. He and the descendants who claimed to be Urashima Taro deceived our parents or children.

They forced our relatives to sign a transfer agreement, controlled them with drugs, and killed them when they squeezed out the last bit of value."

Kasuga Yuko's eyes were red, and her resentful eyes were directed at the owner of the villa. Her breathing was heavy, and the hand holding the wooden bag was shaking violently. She seemed unable to control her anger.

This is not okay, Kitahara Yuki's head is still in Ms. Kasuga's hands.

"Ma'am, please calm down. We can help you. You should believe in my reasoning ability. Even if the statute of limitations has expired for this case, a gang like this will not break the law only once."

Kasuga Yuko took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Thank you."

After a pause, she continued, "They want to use the same trick again this time. Thanks to the butler, we were able to get the invitation letter."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and looked at the butler, "So, you gave us the invitation letter on purpose?"

The butler's eyes quickly passed over Gin who was standing at the door, and he trembled and said, "Yes... yes."

His purpose was obvious. If their plan failed, he wanted to use the organization to kill the owner of the villa.

With his eyes on Gin, Kitahara Yuki's eyes were full of teasing. He mouthed to Gin, "Stupid killer!"

Gin sneered, and put his hand on Berle Tower, looking ready to make a move.

Amuro Toru said, "Ms. Kasuga, put down Kimura. Turning yourself in can reduce your sentence. As for the owner of the villa, his life will end before the sun sets."

The owner of the villa: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

What do you mean by ending before the sun sets! The owner of the villa had a fierce look on his face. He reached into his pocket, stroking something,

but when Vodka's Kimura pressed against his waist, he stopped all movements, and the expression on his face became shocked and scared!

The tired voice of the butler sounded, "Stop it, Haruhi."

***

The heavy snow that had been all over the sky suddenly stopped, and the sunlight penetrated the clouds, falling on the British-style buildings, covering the dirt buried deep underground.

Kitahara Yuki sat on the steps at the door of the villa, calmly gazing at the blue sky.

Since moving yesterday, he always felt that everything seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and the truth was hidden in the shadows. He lacked the flash of inspiration that a detective must have.

Amuro Toru was not right, and Gin was not right either. A strong sense of disharmony occupied his entire brain, which had just solved a mystery.

Kitahara Yuki didn't get out of his chaotic thoughts until a coat with body temperature was covered on his head.

He pulled off the coat covering his head and casually put it on, his light golden eyes met the purple-gray eyes of Amuro Toru.

A pair of beautiful eyes that never wavered, just like Amuro Toru himself.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

"Let's go on an adventure! I'll solve the mystery."

The two sentences rang out almost at the same time, and Kitahara Yuki ignored Amuro Toru's puzzled face.

——Since there is a lot of fog, let's start solving the most recent mystery.

Kitahara Yuki looked at the Chevrolet parked in front of the villa again. The car had very recent signs of use, and the footprints next to it that were not easy to ignore were clearly visible in front of Kitahara Yuki.

Then let him first find the missing driver who has never appeared and touched the Chevrolet this morning.

The topic was changed quickly and abruptly. Amuro Toru blinked and caught a glimpse of Kitahara Yuki's fighting spirit.

The words of refusal turned around in his throat and were swallowed. He heard himself say to Kitahara Yuki in a gentle voice: "Okay."

So how did things turn out like this.

Amuro Toru stared at Kitahara Yuki, who was holding his wrist and walking deep in the forest, talking non-stop with her soft lips opening and closing.

The black-haired young man's eyes were a little red, and it was obvious that the golden contact lenses had caused great damage to his eyes. His fair skin was faintly pink due to excitement, and his large-scale body movements showed his excitement very well.

He stopped and looked at Amuro Toru with his gilded eyes in confusion, "You are distracted."

Amuro Toru cleared his throat, turned his head away, and said quickly: "No."

Kitahara Yuki:...

"Your answer speed is 0.2 seconds faster than usual. You are lying. You are distracted."

- Amuro Toru, don't try to deceive him, even if he is in a bad condition.

Amuro Toru: "Okay, but I know you discovered the difference in the Chevrolet, and knew that someone had been hiding nearby, and you found signs of use on the Chevrolet in the morning, and found the suspect's footprints, and led me here."

This almost unbroken conversation made Kitahara Yuki look at Amuro Toru with surprise, and said in a nervous tone, "This makes me suspect that you already knew everything. Could it be that your mission is to trick me here?"

Amuro Toru lifted up the light blond hair on his forehead. This action prevented Kitahara Yuki from capturing the other's expression at the first time. "This is just basic reasoning, plus the ability to do two things at once."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, ready to change the subject.

"...Do you often do two things at once during class, like secretly reading mystery novels, but when the teacher asks you to answer a question, you can answer it accurately."

"I'm a good student with excellent academic performance and I never do such things."

He didn't believe these nonsense of Amuro Toru. This guy was definitely a troublemaker in school, the kind of 'good student' that teachers both loved and hated.

Kitahara Yuki pointed to the footprints that had not yet disappeared on the snow, "Look, this is the destination of the Chevrolet driver."

- A cabin in the woods.

Amuro Toru skillfully protected Kitahara Yuki behind him and knocked on the wooden door.

No one answered. The two looked at each other, and Amuro Toru quickly kicked open the wooden door. The dust in the sky instantly blurred his vision, and Kitahara Yuki reflexively burst into a violent cough.

No!

With such a lot of dust, the degree of abandonment of the cabin must be calculated on an annual basis at least.

The driver is not here!

Where is he?

The other party deliberately lured him here. So the guy is nearby.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly shook off Amuro Toru's hand and ran out of the cabin at a very fast speed. His sight swept past quickly and suddenly saw a black shadow flash by.

Found it!

He rushed up without warning, but stopped abruptly when he saw the familiar profile of the black shadow, with a look of shock on his face. Is

that profile of Rin Sugawa?

How is it possible! The shaping value is not even 30%, he can't appear here.

Is it Vermode, or Hase Hikaru?

It's Vermouth! Vermouth pretended to be Rin Sugawa, who was the driver of the Chevrolet?

How did the organization know what Rin Sugawa looked like?

Oh, that photo taken secretly by Shuichi Akai?

Kitahara Yuki's body was stiff, and his mind was spinning rapidly until Toru Amuro patted him on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

[Countdown 0 seconds]

[Kitahara Yuki (original body) popularity ranking: NO.19]

[Hase Hikaru (vest No. 1) popularity ranking: NO.17]

[Debuff being extracted: Snow blindness]

[Effective target: Kitahara Yuki]

[Continuous countdown 29 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes]

"What's wrong with you?!" Toru Amuro frowned, and he put both hands on Kitahara Yuki's shoulders. The expression on his face was serious and confused, and his sharp eyes fell on the unfocused eyes of the young man in front of him.

What's wrong with his eyes?

Kitahara Yuki, who was suffering from the debuff of snow blindness, could only see a vast expanse of white.

The five senses are a wonderful thing. When one loses vision, touch and hearing play a certain compensatory role. He could even clearly feel the scalding heat of Toru Amuro's hands on his shoulders.

"What's wrong with you?!"

This was the third time Toru Amuro asked Kitahara Yuki, and he came back to his senses instantly. The current situation is rather complicated, and he needs a quiet environment to sort out the knot.

- Use something that Toru Amuro cannot ignore to divert the other party's attention.

Showing weakness might work.

Kitahara Yuki held Toru Amuro's right hand, and pulled the cuff of the blond public security officer along his wrist. His voice was heavily nasal.

"Stop him, the driver of the Chevrolet." The black-haired young man lowered his head, his soft hair sticking to his pink ears, looking embarrassed and uneasy, "Please."

No one can resist such emotions in those unfocused light golden eyes.

The psychology expert who usually controls the overall situation looks fragile and pitiful, his lower lip is bitten tightly, and the scarlet blood makes his lips deeply hit into Amuro's eyes.

He looks like a wild and unruly tabby cat, with his soft belly exposed, staring at the owner who feeds him with round eyes.

The huge contrast made Amuro turn his head and his Adam's apple rolled. He heard himself say in a dry voice: "Okay."