Chapter 27
Kitahara Yuki put away his phone, his tone sincere.
"And I also lied to you. It was me who knew Sugawa Rin, not Xiaoguang. To borrow the words of a certain FBI, we are fifty-fifty, same for each other."
He took a bite of the soufflé, the light sweetness circled on the taste buds, stimulating the nerves, and suddenly awakened the brain that was silent without the mystery.
"Is cooking a compulsory course for undercover agents? This is simply the most delicious soufflé I have ever eaten, and the sweetness is very suitable for my appetite."
- He is really good at exaggerating.
Amuro Toru glanced at Kitahara Yuki's sparkling black eyes, his eyes circled on the soft lips, and stopped at Kitahara Yuki's exposed ankles.
"I have modified it to suit your taste, but--"
Amuro Toru sat down opposite Kitahara Yuki, his tone rising, with a cold and hard tone of interrogating a prisoner, "Are you familiar with the FBI? Not only do you drink the coffee he recommends, but you also borrow his words?"
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows very quickly, his eyes fell on Amuro Toru's tense muscles, and then turned to Amuro Toru's face.
The idiom "gritting teeth" was created for the current Amuro Toru.
"We are talking about business." Kitahara Yuki bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly. Trying to pull back the poor rationality of the public security officer who couldn't calm down when he met the FBI.
"We are indeed talking about business. I will find Rin Sugawa before the organization and the FBI (emphasis) do. I will not let you be..."
Kitahara Yuki interrupted in time. The sense of déjà vu of this organization made him not know what expression to put on. "Xiao Guang has not appeared for a long time. He should have clues about Rin Sugawa. He may find him soon."
Amuro Toru said in a whisper: "That's different."
The light and short voice made Kitahara Yuki unhearable. Kitahara Yuki asked reflexively: "What did you say?"
"...Nothing."
Amuro Toru paused for a second and did not intend to continue the topic. His voice was tense, and he continued: "Your eyes...will they still be like that?"
- Can't see anything.
- Will you feel uneasy?
Toru Amuro blinked slowly, and the other party's eyes were slightly red, and the look of crying or not suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Don't show such an expression," Kitahara Yuki glanced at Toru Amuro with empty eyes, "You look like I bullied you now, but I'm obviously the one who was wronged. Your Honey Trap is really too foul. I dodged one and there is still another!"
Oh, Kitahara Yuki was complaining about being tricked by him to go to Urashima Taro's villa.
Toru Amuro came back to his senses and thought quickly. The other party's behavior was pulled out from the depths of his memory.
Next, the difficult psychologist will seize his guilt and make a request that hits his bottom line.
"Can you tell me about the contract signed between the Public Security Bureau and Xiaoguang?"
Toru Amuro suddenly remembered the contract signed between Kitahara Yuki and Hase Hikari without telling him.
Kitahara Yuki's guess was wrong, and he made a request that crossed the bottom line.
Amuro Toru straightened his expression, "Don't change the subject, you haven't answered my question about your eyes."
——Who is changing the subject? !
Kitahara Yuki looked at the righteous Amuro Toru in surprise, and after confirming that the other party would not disclose the contract, he lost interest in the conversation.
"My eyes are fine, it just happens occasionally. My memory before the age of ten is very vague. It's probably because I saw Rin Sugawa yesterday and the dusty memory was brought up. This is just a small mental reaction. It will be fine in a month."
"This is not a small reaction. You need a psychiatrist. I will arrange a psychiatrist for you." Amuro Toru took away the plate left by Kitahara Yuki, ignored Kitahara Yuki who complained "I am the best psychiatrist in the world", and turned to wash the dishes.
Kitahara Yuki sighed and murmured, "Mr. Public Security, who is arbitrary."
"What did you say?"
Toru Amuro's voice rang in his ears. Kitahara Yuki corrected his expression in a second and said lazily, "I'm praising your democratic style."
This irony is just like sticking dictatorship on Toru Amuro's head. He smiled and said, "Are you free at nine o'clock tomorrow morning? Maybe we can go to the flower shop to pick out some plants together."
"You want to relax me by shopping?" Kitahara Yuki took the last sip of coffee, "It's a good idea."
Toru Amuro did not comment, "I will bring you breakfast, see you tomorrow!"
When the last word fell, Kitahara Yuki faced a door that was suddenly opened and closed.
You ran so fast, are you afraid that he will ask about the contract?
After sitting in the restaurant for a long time, he started to clean up the dishes. The liquid detergent turned into a pile of dense foam in the water.
I haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time. Maybe I can find a recipe for Mr. Public Security while Amuro Toru's guilt is at its peak.
After putting the dishes away, Kitahara Yuki took out his mobile phone.
[Little Lucky: Xiaoguang, send me some Chinese recipes! ]
[Trust Guang: Recipe (Chinese seasoning version).zip, Recipe (Japanese seasoning version).zip, how about debuff? ]
Kitahara Yuki passed the file to Amuro Toru.
[Little Lucky: It's okay if you don't see Xue, but according to the update speed of Ming Ke, you probably can't escape the next debuff. ] [
Trust Guang: Don't run around when the ranking is announced next time, I will find you. ]
[Little Lucky: No! I haven't forgiven you yet! ]
[Believe Guang: ...Brother! ]
Kitahara Yuki turned off the screen indifferently. Don't think that he won't be angry if you call him brother. If you don't teach this guy a lesson, Hase Hikari will definitely go too far next time!
There are only 26 days, 13 hours, 23 minutes and 36 seconds left before forgiving Hase Hikari!
Not a second less!
Put on your shoes, close the door, and go downstairs.
The black-haired young man knocked on the window of the suspicious vehicle. After hearing the click of unlocking, Kitahara Yuki got into the car of the three police officers.
"Go to the store that sells Chinese products."
Obviously, the three police officers are very good at collecting surrounding intelligence. After entering the mall, Kitahara Yuki praised the three police officers in his heart for the first time.
Pushing the cart, Yuki Kitahara went straight to the seasoning area. The familiar packaging made him hesitate and he filled half of the cart with seasoning in a short while. The strange way of buying made the salesperson next to him look at him in surprise.
Yuki Kitahara pursed his lips and said lightly: "Madam, please don't be surprised. You should understand the excitement of travelers in a foreign country seeing the products of their hometown."
The salesperson nodded hesitantly and introduced her responsibly, "Sir, if the payment amount today is over 10,000 yen, you can participate in a lottery."
Yuki Kitahara thanked politely and finally selected all the products after half an hour.
Spending 12,000 yen, you can draw a prize. He took the shopping receipt and walked to the lottery area. He heard a familiar baby voice from a distance.
The sense of crisis was clamoring wildly, and after hearing the voice of "Sister Xiaolan", an ominous premonition came to an end.
It's Conan!
Run!
He stuffed the receipt in his pocket, turned his head, and turned around to walk away in one go, until he felt a strong pull on the corner of his clothes. Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and looked down at the innocent-looking Edogawa Conan.
"Good afternoon, Brother Yuki."
"Oh, it's Conan." Kitahara Yuki seemed to have just noticed Conan's existence, and expressed his surprise at the encounter with an extremely surprised expression and tone.
"I saw it all, you turned around and walked away!" Conan showed his half-moon eyes, and this surprised expression lasted too long, it was obviously fake at first glance.
"You clearly saw me just now, but you chose to turn around and leave without any hesitation. Why?!"
"You don't want to know the reason. Let's go to the lottery." Kitahara Yuki walked forward holding Conan's hand, and pinched the other's soft little hand while the little detective was thinking.
After getting Conan's glare, he regretfully gave up the plan to continue. He greeted Mao Lilan politely and handed the receipt stuffed in his coat pocket to the staff.
"Sir, you can draw once."
Wow, a computer lottery, a good opportunity to brush up your skills.
Kitahara Yuki quickly sent a text message on his phone, asking Hase Hikaru to prepare and adjust the prizes at any time.
He quickly leaned over to Conan's ear and whispered, "My luck has always been good. I guess I will draw the first prize." Conan blinked, "Impossible, Xiaolan has already drawn the first prize, how could you draw... Wait! It really is the first prize!"
The detective looked at the computer screen that stopped at the first prize inquisitively, and then shifted his gaze to Kitahara Yuki's right hand pressing the lottery button.
"You won't let Hase brother cheat!" Conan looked at Kitahara Yuki suspiciously. The other party had a frank expression and calm eyes.
"This is luck." Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and leaned lazily on the service counter. It was Kitahara Yuki's twin luck.
The first prize is six boat tickets, which is most likely a plot point. Kitahara Yuki took the prize handed over by the staff and casually stuffed it into his coat pocket.
Let Xiaoguang check it out when I have time.
[Lucky (Mastery 1%)]
[Lucky (Mastery 3%)]
Kitahara Yuki said goodbye to Mao Lilan politely. After the three police officers moved the things to the trunk, he left the mall without looking back.
Don't look back, or you will become unlucky.
Sure enough, an hour later, Kitahara Yuki, who was nestled in the sofa, clearly saw the kidnapped little detective on TV, and the kidnapping location was the mall just now.
[Lucky (Mastery 3%)] is unexpectedly useful.
"Okay," Kitahara Yuki looked at the time, [13:21] is lunch time, "Maybe I can try to make a delicious Chinese meal myself."
The dark eyes reflected a wide variety of seasonings and ingredients. Kitahara Yuki stroked the mobile phone in his pocket through the cloth. There were also recipes collected by Xiaoguang, which made him more confident in his cooking skills.
Ten minutes later, looking at the burnt food in the pot, Kitahara Yuki gave up the idea.
Facts have proved that it is very necessary to show weakness and ask for help from others appropriately.
Beep -
the phone sound ended, and then it was the voice of Amuro Toru.
[Hello, Kita-kun -]
Kitahara Yuki did not answer immediately. He folded up the sleeves of his sweater to reveal his white forearms, and listened carefully to the echo in the receiver.
——Toru Amuro turned on the loudspeaker, and was in an empty and closed environment, most likely a warehouse.
——There was someone next to him, and the probability that he was a member of the organization was 90%.
Obviously, the fact that he had to use his brain to cook made Kitahara Yuki in a bad mood. Even though he and Toru Amuro had seen through each other's thoughts within three seconds, he didn't get much interest.
Toru Amuro: He noticed the echo of the phone and deliberately paused for a second.
Kitahara Yuki: He knew that I could notice the echo of the phone and deliberately paused for a second, and cooperated.
"I have encountered a life-threatening problem, and maybe I need Mr. Bourbon's help." Kitahara Yuki looked listless, and his lazy voice reached the ears on the other side.
[What happened?]
Toru Amuro deliberately lowered his voice to create a sense of urgency. Kitahara Yuki smiled, and the other party's surprise lasted 0.5 seconds longer than usual, which was a clear sign of pretense.
But no one in the organization could see it.
"Do you think one person needs to cook one bowl of rice, or three bowls of rice? I eat one bowl of rice, but I am confident in my cooking skills. Do you think I will eat two more bowls of rice just because it tastes good?"
There was a gasp from the other end of the phone. This obviously did not belong to Amuro Toru. The only one in the organization who was so honest and did not know how to hide his emotions was Vodka.
Then Gin was listening too. Kitahara Yuki narrowed his eyes. Did the organization want to know about his relationship with Amuro Toru?
Did the tacit understanding between the two at Urashima Taro's villa arouse Gin's suspicion?
For safety, Amuro Toru would say -
[Are you kidding me? ! Is this the life-threatening problem you mentioned? ]
The correct reasoning made Kitahara Yuki feel better, and his tone rose, "Mr. Bourbon guessed it. Until now, I still feel resentful about you tricking me into going to Uratarou's villa."
After saying that, Kitahara Yuki hung up the phone without hesitation.
This failed request for help made Kitahara Yuki realize that it is better to rely on oneself than on others, and he opened the recipe again.
[Cold pot hot oil]
Kitahara Yuki glanced at the recipe and poured about 50 ml of oil into the cold pot.
To heat the oil, do we need to wait until the oil in the pot boils?
He stared at the smoking iron pot for a long time. According to the literal meaning, it should mean boiling. For example, hot water refers to boiling water or water that has reached its boiling point.
So hot oil should mean the same thing.
The white smoke from the iron pot was getting more and more, and it felt like it was baring its fangs and claws, which made Kitahara Yuki take a step back reflexively.
However, the attack power of the drifting white smoke was obviously very strong. They rushed into his mouth and caused him to cough violently. When Kitahara Yuki came over, he was greeted by cold water poured on his head and a sharp cry.
- It's a fire alarm!
Oh no! Hot oil cannot come into direct contact with cold water!
Kitahara Yuki looked at the oil in the iron pot in horror. The moment it came into contact with cold water, a large amount of water vapor overflowed. The crackling sound of water droplets startled him for three seconds until someone kicked the door.
Three police officers rushed to the kitchen at high speed and took Kitahara Yuki away.
"Are you okay?"
Kitahara Yuki stood at the door of the apartment, being held down and looked up and down by the middle-aged police officer. The other party's gaze stayed on his face significantly longer than other parts of his body.
"It's okay." Kitahara Yuki refused to look at the middle-aged policeman, with his toes pointed outward, an obvious gesture of evasion. Fortunately, the policeman opposite him didn't understand these things. "What's wrong with my face?"
The policeman handed over a handkerchief and said, "It's a little dirty, you can wipe it. I have already informed Mr. Furuya about what happened just now."
Kitahara Yuki took the handkerchief and wiped his face expressionlessly, and his movements were obviously paused.
"There's no need to tell that guy about this!"
You will be laughed at! Absolutely!
Half an hour later, Kitahara Yuki, who was forcibly covered with a small blanket by the three policemen and holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, came to Amuro Toru.
"Have you had lunch?" Amuro Toru scanned the kitchen. Obviously, this place has been cleaned up by his subordinates, and there is no sign of the previous bad situation.
"No, I thought you would laugh at me."
Kitahara Yuki was a little surprised. He glanced at Amuro Toru, who had a calm expression, and was a little unsure of his thoughts.
This guy, like Gin, has received special training in the control of expressions and movements.
It was probably the request of the organization's boss. The man who was extremely suspicious and had an absurd desire for control did not want him to discover some secrets that he did not want to be discovered by him because of contact with Bourbon.
"You are really cheating. Before I met you and Gin, I had never seen a guy who could control facial muscles so accurately." He
is simply the nemesis of psychology experts!
However, he has science [Acting (100% proficiency)], although it takes some effort, but he can still read their emotions.
For example, although the guy in front of him didn't laugh at him in person, he was already very happy in his heart!
Kitahara Yuki bit the soft flesh in his mouth.
"...Well, I haven't seen a psychology expert as good as you." Amuro Toru looked away, his tone gentle.
Obviously, Kitahara Yuki couldn't refuse such a straightforward compliment, the corners of his drooping mouth slightly curled up, and his dark eyes were filled with joy.
"I am indeed very good." Kitahara Yuki nodded in agreement.
"Today's issue is about the recipe. It says [cold pot, hot oil], but it doesn't specify the required temperature. But the definition of hot water is boiling water or water that has reached boiling point and has a certain temperature."
"So you think hot oil refers to oil that has reached or has reached boiling point?" Amuro Toru was surprised and pulled out the phone in Kitahara Yuki's hand with disbelief.
[Cold pot, hot oil] was on the last line of the interface. He slid the interface back and saw the requirement for [hot oil].
Unceremoniously putting the phone interface in front of Kitahara Yuki, Amuro Toru rubbed his forehead, "You should have looked back!"
- The oil temperature was 30%, white bubbles appeared on the surface of the oil, and there was no sound or green smoke.
"You didn't plan to follow the steps step by step, so you didn't turn back?"
Guessed right, but there was no reward!
Kitahara Yuki remained silent with a cold face. Amuro Toru waited for a while, ready to change the topic that made the psychologist unhappy.
"Maybe we can solve lunch together. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it." Amuro Toru took off his coat, put on an apron, and poked his head out of the kitchen.
"Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, mapo tofu, and lettuce with oyster sauce! I sent you the recipe this morning!" Kitahara Yuki quickly named the dishes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he began to imagine how delicious the dishes were.
The aroma in the kitchen became stronger and stronger. When he wanted to go in and eat secretly for the third time, Amuro Toru finally came out with the dishes.
"Wow! It's really good!" Kitahara Yuki restrained the urge to get started directly, which would make him look uneducated.
He quickly ran into the kitchen, holding two bowls to serve rice, but stopped abruptly after turning on the rice cooker.
...Oh, the rice is about to overflow.
Miscalculated, cooked too much?
"So you still cooked three bowls of rice? I thought you knew the difference between three bowls of rice and three bowls of rice. The amount in the pot is six servings of rice." Amuro Toru put his hands in his pockets, his expression happy.
He was laughing at him!
"Yes, Mr. glutton." Kitahara Yuki served two bowls of rice fiercely, with a sneer on his lips, and rudely slapped one of the bowls on Amuro Toru's chest, "The food is getting cold, eat quickly!"
This meal was eaten very quickly. Basically, before Amuro Toru could react, Kitahara Yuki had eaten two bowls of rice with the colorful, fragrant and delicious dishes, and even had the tendency to order another bowl.
His suspicious gaze fell on Kitahara Yuki's flat belly, and then turned to the other's eyes that were full of physiological tears due to excitement.
Is it so delicious?
Look like you're about to cry?
"Amuro! Thank you."
Oh, Kitahara Yuki even removed the suffix of 'Mr.', and called him 'Amuro' as friends usually do, and the 'thank you' he said was so serious that it was as if he transformed from a difficult psychology expert into an obedient cat in just one second.
This realization made Amuro Toru raise an eyebrow, and it was obvious that now was the best time to ask questions.
But——
"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" Toru Amuro gave up on asking questions and fixed his gaze on a point in the sky. His purple-gray pupils were a little blurred.
He was distracted.
Kitahara Yuki looked at Toru Amuro for several times. His undisguised gaze made the latter turn his head to look at him and clear his throat.
"I thought you would take the opportunity to get some information. After all, I was very easy to talk to in that state just now. It's very difficult for someone like you to control your desire to explore."
"Thank you very much for your recognition of my self-control."
And Toru Amuro's way of thanking him was a hearty breakfast.
When eating the crab roe soup buns the next morning, Kitahara Yuki's favorability towards Toru Amuro reached its peak.
Toru Amuro is simply the kindest little angel in the world!
The overly eager and unconcealed gaze made Amuro Toru uncomfortable and he turned his eyes away, looking at Kitahara Yuki's flat belly after eating more than ten soup dumplings.
Is the black-haired young man the type who eats a lot but doesn't gain weight?
His waist is also very thin.
He has a bad personality, but is surprisingly easy to coax, a type he has never come into contact with before.
"I called you three times."
The sudden voice made Amuro Toru come back to his senses and meet Kitahara Yuki's serious expression and inquiring eyes.
"What happened? In less than 24 hours, you were distracted twice in my place. I don't think a serious undercover would make such a low-level mistake."
"Nothing, I was just wondering whether to go to the flower market or the gardening store."
This answer... was a completely unintentional lie, but for the sake of this breakfast, Kitahara Yukihara forgave Toru Amuro's perfunctory response.
***
The white Mazda stopped at the door of the gardening store.
The store didn't look big, but the warm decoration and the clever ideas in the placement of plants and flowers were eye-catching.
Kitahara Yuki looked around, his eyes lingering for a second at the corner of the store entrance, "It looks like the owner here needs our help, do you want to compete?"
"I'd be honored." Amuro Toru walked into the store, his leather shoes hitting the floor with a regular clacking sound, his detective's desire to explore and win made him lose his pretense of gentleness, his purple-gray eyes looked serious and genuine.
He glanced around and raised his eyebrows quickly.
"The owner is a woman, aged 30-35, between 155-160cm tall, with a gentle personality, a love of life, and a strong sense of responsibility. She is currently divorced and has an 8-year-old boy at home."
Amuro Toru pointed to a small space in the store, which contained a six-layer display cabinet. The cabinet was filled with strange little things, and it was not difficult to see that they were little toys that the little boy liked.
There was a small ladder next to the display cabinet, which was very suitable for the height of the little boy. It was obviously a small tool carefully selected by the mother for the child.
He could almost imagine the little boy holding a handful of colorful goose soft stones, happily stepping on the small ladder, and carefully putting the things into the display cabinet.
"This responsible store owner left suddenly. The music in the store was not turned off. She even forgot to lock the cash box. There is only one possibility..." Amuro Toru looked at Kitahara Yuki, frowned, and flattened his mouth.
"Because of the child." They
said in unison.
Without much hesitation, the two walked out of the store together.
Kitahara Yuki raised his chin and motioned Amuro Toru to look at the small toy in the corner of the store entrance. It was a Kamen Rider action figure. The action figure looked very clean and was neatly placed in the corner.
There was no sign of falling or bumping.
He said, "The boy left suddenly, but he was not threatened. He may have encountered someone or something that interested him and was about to disappear, so he hurriedly put the figurine in the corner."
"This location is within the surveillance range."
Amuro Toru touched his chin and said, "The owner found that the boy was missing, checked the surveillance, and knew that the boy suddenly ran away, so she ran out in a hurry. According to the location of the figurine, the boy walked northwest."
What is in the northwest?
Under what circumstances would the boy suddenly leave?
What is more important than the Kamen Ultraman figurine?
"Kamen Ultraman parade!" Amuro Toru glanced at the time, [10:01], "There is a Kamen Ultraman parade nearby today, the time is from 9:00 to 11:00, go this way."
Amuro Toru took Kitahara Yuki's wrist and walked northwest. About two minutes later, they saw the isolation tape.
Next to the isolation zone, there was a woman in an apron holding a little boy. Her hair was neatly tied behind her head. She looked gentle and harmless. She was talking to the boy who was not convinced in a disapproving tone.
A gentle mother and a rebellious boy.
"Found it." Amuro Toru concluded. He walked up to talk to the mother and talked to the boy while pressing his head.
Kitahara Yuki, who was not very close, could not hear clearly, but he could see that the rebellious boy showed an increasingly guilty expression as time went by. He walked forward and vaguely heard the gentle voice of the blond man.
"Don't do anything to make your mother sad."
Kitahara Yuki paused, turned on his toes, and waited for Amuro Toru and the other two to come up to him before retracting his gaze and following the three people quietly.
Amuro Toru took a step back and asked, "What kind of plants do you like?"
Kitahara Yuki, who had returned to the gardening shop, pointed to the huge cactus and said, "It's easy to grow."
"Puff!"
A short laugh came, and Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the sound. It was the naughty little boy and the gentle mother.
"Sir, although the cactus is resistant to the sun and heat, it is not cold-resistant. Moreover, for a novice, the sense of achievement of a plant blooming is much more important than 'easy to grow',"
Narita Koheko led the two of them around a corner, and a field of roses came into Kitahara Yuki's eyes.
"It's so beautiful!" Kitahara Yuki was not stingy with his praise. The extremely saturated colors were connected into one piece, as if he had suddenly fallen into Monet's garden.
"Sir, you can pick a few roses. They bloom almost every month, which is a great sense of accomplishment for beginners."
Narita Kohei looked at Amuro Toru again, "To thank Mr. Amuro for his advice to Xiaozhi, I can give you a 20% discount."
Kitahara Yuki: ...
Toru Amuro’s honey traps are everywhere! He successfully won the favor of the landlady again.
Glancing at Toru Amuro teasingly, Kitahara chose a basin of juice balcony and the Queen of Sweden.
The roses love the sunshine, so they can be kept on the balcony. After a while, I will buy a lounge chair and coffee table. When the weather gets warmer, the balcony will become a good place.
He turned on his mobile phone and started searching for precautions on rose cultivation. After he fully understood it, Trojan Horse Apartment also arrived.
Toru Amuro and Yuki Kitahara each held a pot of flowers. When they arrived at the door of the room, Yuki Kitahara realized that something was wrong with Toru Amuro, who was staring at his phone. His toes were pointed outward, his muscles were tense, and he looked like he was ready to run away at any time.
Kitahara Yuki glanced at it and saw that it was a text message sent by Yuya Kazami.
"You want to leave?"
Amuro Toru nodded but didn't answer.
This unusual state obviously caught Kitahara Yuki's attention. He looked at Amuro Toru. Where had he seen this expression before? He looked very unhappy but suppressed. He looked like a warrior about to go berserk.
Oh, exactly like the way he faced a certain FBI agent.
"Are you going to see Mr. Okiya?"
Toru Amuro's silence and expression had already told Kitahara Yuki the answer. The other party was indeed He was going to find Okiya Subaru.
He looked at Amuro Toru with interest. This public security officer was just like a childish boy who would do something stupid like "fight for fame".
His eyebrows were lowered and gathered together, and the corners of his mouth were tilted This is a typical manifestation of suppressed anger.
"You have always suspected that Okiya Subaru is Akai Shuichi. Just now you didn't answer but you didn't deny it either. Have you got evidence to prove your theory?"
Amuro Toru closed his phone with a snap. His expression was gentle and a little bit permeable. "I'll be away for a while!"
This guy's refusal to share information was like a piece of metal welded to his face. Kitahara Yuki suddenly grabbed Amuro Toru's wrist and said in a dangerous tone, "I said you should learn to trust others sometimes."
The other party was as usual. He remained silent and even avoided looking at Kitahara Yuki.
Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "I want to go with you!"
"What?"
"Don't ask 'what?' again, don't try to change the subject by saying you didn't hear clearly or didn't understand. He heard it clearly and knew what I meant. "
Kitahara Yuki crossed his arms and looked up at Amuro Toru. This posture not only did not make him look at a disadvantage, but on the contrary, he looked like he was determined to win.
- He was very angry,
"Crossing your arms is usually considered a defensive posture, but it is also the beginning of your counterattack." Amuro Toru put his phone in his pocket with his other hand. He patted the back of Kitahara Yuki's hand, signaling the other party to loosen his grip on him . The right hand on the wrist.
It is obvious that Kitahara Yuki does not intend to let Amuro Toru get his wish.
"You want to make me angry again by using this tone and method, so as to achieve your goal of irritating me and getting rid of me."
Kitahara Yukihira stated the facts calmly. It was obvious that after more than a month of repeated attempts, he would not fall for such a move at a critical moment. However
, Amuro Toru is a guy who is not willing to take a hard line. Maybe he needs to use a gentle way to let Amuro Toru take him with him.
"You know," Kitahara Yuki lowered his eyelids, his shoulders slumped, and his whole body She looked innocent and pitiful. "I also have a score to settle with that guy. He was the one who leaked the photo of Rin Sugawa. Otherwise, my... eyes..."
Toru Amuro interrupted Kitahara Yuki. He looked strange and turned his head away. , with a helpless tone, "Don't say anything, I'll take you with me."
Before the last word fell, Kitahara Yuki's rising voice jumped out of his mouth.
"You're going to find trouble, right? Don't worry, he won't have an easy time with me around."
The breath that Amuro Toru had been holding in his chest suddenly dissipated, and he suddenly felt powerless, and his eyes half-mooned.
"What do you mean by looking for trouble?" Don't talk like it's the mafia. I just went to confirm whether Okiya Subaru is the person I'm looking for! "
Kitahara Yuki was surprised and said, "Is this the time to care about this? Don't you want to see Mr. Okiya? "Look like he's eating a fool?"
...I really want to, but I don't know how Kitahara Yuki can be so keen on finding trouble with someone.
"Besides Sugawa Rin, has he offended you in other places?"
Kitahara Yuki thought of the cup of coffee that spilled on him, and Thinking of the chance encounter in the hospital, he snorted coldly, his expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "No!"
It seems that he was offended quite a bit!
The cold air came out.
[18:30] Lai Yeya, Kitahara Yuki sat in the co-pilot seat of the Mazda, with a headset on his right ear and typing on his phone with his right hand.
[Xiao Xingyun: I need the monitoring authority of Kudo’s house.]
[Xin Xinguang: If you do this, I Very sad, this makes me feel that I am just a tool, you can only look for me when you have something to do! ]
[Little Lucky: Hurry up! Bad brother has no human rights! ]
[Believe in the light: Okay okay]
Put down the phone, Kitahara Yuki Turning his head to look at Toru Amuro, whose eyes occasionally fell on him, he said, "I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, such as why you were dragged to Laiye Cliff when you were going to Kudo's house."
Toru Amuro pondered for a moment and said his guess. "Is Shuichi Akai in Laiye Cliff?"
"Yes." Kitahara Yuki pulled the black seat belt on his shoulder, and after confirming the monitoring authority, he put the phone into his right pocket.
Soon, this information was verified.
The blue light flashed in the earphone, and the voice of the subordinate came into Amuro Toru's ears, "Mr. Furuya, we saw Akai Shuichi!"
This news made the air in the car stagnate for a moment. The moonlight shone through the car window onto half of Amuro Toru's face .
His bony hands roughly ripped off his tie and hit it on the leather seat with a snap.
His purple-gray eyes were half-closed, with a kind of A cold and hard feeling that keeps strangers away.
A sneer followed by Toru Amuro's deliberately lowered voice.
"Sit tight!"
The roar of the engine suddenly rose, and the white Mazda flew on the winding road like an arrow from the sky.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness threw Kitahara Yuki back against the backrest. His dark eyes reflected the scene of rapid backward movement. He tightly grasped the co-pilot's armrest.
"You look for—"
Death!
The last two words were drowned in the sound of a violent collision. The huge thrust transmitted from the back made him fall forward. A seat belt carried a weight of 64kg.
The harsh braking sound and metal friction sound were transmitted to the eardrum through the outer ear, causing a tooth-grinding shudder.
Amuro Toru quickly kicked open the door of the deformed car, and Mochikura pointed at the car with a deformed front end behind, "Akai Shuichi, get out!" Kitahara
Yuki got out of the car with a cold face, holding the body of the Mazda with his right hand, and it took a long time to suppress the nausea rushing to his throat.
When his sight touched the deformed back seat of the Mazda, Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath.
"Amuro, if I were a Mazda RX7, I would definitely come to your house in the middle of the night and kill you!"
The sudden insertion disrupted the tense atmosphere between Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi.
Amuro Toru's lips pursed into a straight line, her muscles tensed, and she did not speak until Kitahara Yuki held down his wrist and blocked the mouth of Mikura with the palm of his other hand.
The dangerous move made Toru Amuro put away Kikura on a conditioned reflex, pinched Kitahara Yuki's shoulder with her left hand, and glared at him in a warning manner.
Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue and whispered in a breathy voice: "Calm down?"
Amuro Toru paused for three seconds before slowly nodding.
"You two can pay a little attention to us," Shuichi Akai, who was quietly observing, suddenly said, leaning against the car, "After all, we had a collision a minute ago."
"Obviously, no one here can ignore a 71kg human leaning against a car, unless they are blind." Kitahara Yuki took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on the surveillance of the Kudo family. The big and the small were quietly staying in their own space.
The sarcastic tone made Shuichi Akai hesitate for a moment, and after a pause, he asked: "Where did I offend you?"
"So, you don't think what you did caused me any harm?" Kitahara Yuki looked at Shuichi Akai in surprise, he straightened his back slightly, leaned forward, as if he had heard some big joke.
This guy splashed his coffee, treated him badly in the hospital, and even stole his phone, which led to the leak of his photos! He didn't even reply to the text message that tricked Toru Amuro!
The FBI actually took it for granted!
Kitahara Yuki suddenly turned around and said to Amuro Toru, "You are right, the FBI should get out of Japan!"
Amuro Toru clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, "Don't be angry, how about trying crab roe noodles tomorrow?"
Kitahara Yuki was silent for a long time, obviously weighing the importance of crab roe noodles in his heart. He glanced at Amuro Toru and said in a low voice, "Don't think I don't know you are laughing!"
"Okay, business is more important." Amuro Toru patted Kitahara Yuki's shoulder soothingly, pulled him to another black car, took the car key, gave a few instructions to his subordinates, and stuffed the unhappy black-haired young man into the passenger seat.
Going around the driver's seat, Toru Amuro opened the car door, turned around and said to the three FBI members standing by: "Akai Shuichi, get in the car."
The black car sped along the road, making a clattering sound as it ran over scattered stones. After
a beautiful drift, the car stopped in front of Kudo's house.
The three got out of the car .
Toru Amuro crossed his arms and stared at Kitahara Yuki, who was staring at the doorbell button with an extremely serious expression. Toru Amuro could even see his right hand ready to press it, and his soft hair swaying slightly with the owner's mood.
- He was very excited.
Amuro Toru sighed and said, "You press it?"
Kitahara Yuki's expression was still indifferent, but his dark eyes were surprisingly bright. In a trance, Amuro Toru appeared in front of him, looking at an innocent dog with his eyes and begging for food.
——Is it an illusion! Amuro Toru thought uncertainly.
"No, you press it!" Kitahara Yuki pulled Akai Shuichi, who was watching the excitement, over and glared at him coldly, saying in a gloomy tone, "Press it and say 'FBI, open the door' to the people inside."
The sudden words made the other two stunned for three seconds. Amuro Toru took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, exuding a gloating aura.
Akai Shuichi looked at Kitahara Yuki with a strange expression, and the question in his eyes was not concealed at all.
Kitahara Yuki put his hands up, "I have the habit of staying up late to watch dramas. Recently, this line is very much to my liking, but I want you to say this line more. It's more interesting than pouring you a cup of coffee."
He could even imagine the extremely wonderful expressions of Kudo Yusaku, who pretended to be Okiya Subaru in Kudo's house, and Conan hiding in the monitoring room.
The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while, to be precise, only Akai Shuichi was a little silent.
Kitahara Yuki took silence as acquiescence. He considerately rang the doorbell for Akai Shuichi, and whispered in his ear: "My childhood photos were leaked to the organization because of the FBI's mistake, and I almost went blind because of this mistake!"
Almost instantly, Akai Shuichi's mind flashed with Kitahara Yuki's words in Lai Yeya.
[Obviously, no one here can ignore a 71kg human leaning against a car, unless they are blind]
"Hello."
The electronic doorbell was turned on, and the voice of Kudo Yusaku, who was disguised as Okiya Subaru, came.
Akai Shuichi said conditionally: "FBI, open the door!"
Disguised Kudo Yusaku: ...
Edogawa Conan who was eavesdropping: ...
Akai Shuichi himself: ...
What happened? Someone pretended to be Akai Shuichi?
Or someone used a wooden pole to press against Akai Shuichi's head?
Obviously neither of them, Akai Shuichi glanced coldly at Kitahara Yuki with shining eyes, and said firmly, "Psychological suggestion? Come to Yeya once, and here once?"
"Correct answer, excellent FBI man." Kitahara Yuki knocked on the door, signaling the person behind the door to come back to his senses.
The door opened, and Kitahara Yuki walked in without hesitation. He was like a hound patrolling the territory. After measuring every inch of the land, he finally stopped in front of a hidden camera.
With his fingers bent, Kitahara Yuki tapped the big speaker in front of him, "Hello, do you need a wake-up call? Or do you want to walk out of the room with three computer screens by yourself?"