Chapter 30 Three Updates

Even when Kitahara Yuki woke up the next morning, his mind was still filled with the bruised and swollen faces of Rin Sugawa and Toru Amuro last night. He packed up this memory and stuffed it into a corner of his memory palace.

The two men were so brazen that they teamed up to use strange excuses to perfunctorily deal with him, and they were not afraid that he would find out that they were perfunctorily dealing with him.

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, looked at Toru Amuro who was sitting across the table, and quickly moved his eyes to the crab roe noodles between the two of them.

Oh, this is Toru Amuro's apology gift for deceiving his friends.

The five fingers moved slightly, and the eagerness to try appeared on Kitahara Yuki's face without any cover.

"Try it." Toru Amuro followed suit, handed over the chopsticks, and even poured a cup of coffee considerately.

Kitahara Yuki sighed at the straightforward flattery, and suppressed his displeasure of being perfunctory. He turned to look at Sugawa Rin, "Did you sleep well last night?"

His eyes stayed on Sugawa Rin's head for a moment, and then looked at the sofa. It was obvious that it was not a good feeling for a 185cm tall man to spend a night on the sofa.

He picked up a chopstick of crab roe noodles and put it into his mouth, asking, "Do you need me to help you find a house?"

"No." Sugawa Rin's voice contained a hint of coldness. He folded the quilt on the sofa and said seriously, "I'm used to being with you."

Squeak -

the sharp sound of the fork scratching the ceramic plate made the space quiet for a moment.

Kitahara Yuki turned to look at Amuro Toru and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"My hand slipped." Amuro Toru had a blank expression.

This is really strange, the strict public security obviously does not match these two words.

The mystery within reach quickly attracted Kitahara Yuki's attention. He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of coffee, and his scrutiny fell from the top of Amuro Toru's head to his feet.

"You have a bad temper." Kitahara Yuki was very determined, and even nodded seriously to increase credibility.

He recalled what happened recently and suddenly realized, "Is it because I lost the fight with Rin last night?"

He didn't lose!

But he didn't win either.

This time Amuro Toru finally reacted. He stood up and knocked over the stool behind him with a bang. "We didn't fight, we bumped into each other."

Rin Sugawa nodded at the same time.

Kitahara Yuki:...

These two guys are really stubborn.

"You two have such a good relationship." Kitahara Yuki's eyes went back and forth between the two.

They had known each other for less than 24 hours, but they already had little secrets between them, and even excluded him as their 'other soul' and 'friend', which made his tone of voice weird.

So much so that Kitahara Yuki didn't notice the two people's shocked expressions. Amuro

Toru: "Please stop your divergent thinking."

Sugawa Rin: "Let's talk about accommodation."

They really have a tacit understanding!

Kitahara Yuki nodded indifferently, ignoring the thoughts in his heart like 'I lost', he looked at Sugawa Rin, who had an indifferent expression on his face, and his inorganic scarlet eyes looked at him calmly.

His lips were not dark, but a healthy light pink, his eyelids were half drooped, his nose was high, and his facial contours were sharp and cold. He is more like the opaque background in the abyss. Only when facing Kitahara Yuki, the corners of his eyes will be tinged with an almost undetectable warmth.

- That is another soul that belongs to him in this world, just like Hase Hikaru.

Kitahara Yuki thought so, and his tone softened.

"Okay," Kitahara Yuki slowly finished a whole bowl of crab roe noodles, and then said: "Then let's go pick out a sofa bed, so you can sleep more comfortably at night."

Sugawa Rin nodded and stuffed the coffee on the table into Kitahara Yuki's hand, "We can also buy a lounge chair on the balcony, you will like it."

"Wow, you really understand me!" Kitahara Yuki's tone rose, revealing a sense of joy.

"Use my card?"

Suddenly, Toru Amuro's deliberately low voice came from the side. Kitahara Yuki didn't hear it clearly, so he

turned his head and asked, "What?" Toru Amuro looked at him for a long time, and confirmed that the doubt in Kitahara Yuki's eyes was not fake. He said lightly, "Nothing, I just want to ask you two about things before you were ten years old."

The sudden change of the topic made Kitahara Yuki a little silent.

The tacit understanding of the souls with the same background made Rin Sugawa knock on the table at the first time.

The not-so-low thump attracted Toru Amuro's attention.

"He doesn't remember, and now is not the right time for him to remember."

Rin Sugawa leaned forward, which caused the distance between him and Toru Amuro to shorten to less than 45cm.

0-45cm is the intimate distance between family and friends. The suddenly shortened distance will make Toru Amuro feel uncomfortable and provoked as if his territory has been invaded.

Obviously, the other party did this on purpose.

A smile appeared on Toru Amuro's face, and his lips were tightly pursed.

A typical sneer with anger.

——He is going to fight back.

This cognitive reflex of Kitahara Yuki pressed Toru Amuro's wrist, but when the other party looked over, he withdrew his hand with a normal expression.

"Let's change the subject, such as you owe me a shopping trip?"

Twenty minutes later, Kitahara Yuki wanted to strangle himself for saying this.

Walking aimlessly on the street, Kitahara Yuki was on Toru Amuro's left and Rin Sugawa on his right. The weird atmosphere between the two made the young ladies who were attracted by the looks of the three retreat.

He even suspected that the two would suddenly pull out their karaoke and perform a karaoke brawl on the spot.

They would be caught by the Japanese police and eaten pork chop rice!

Kitahara Yuki turned on his mobile phone and sent a text message to Conan with a cold face.

[Where are you? - Kitahara Yuki]

[Yamika Park, what's the matter? - Edogawa Conan]

Nothing, but the psychologist who is afraid of trouble is somewhat looking forward to the case to break this weird atmosphere.

After saying sorry to the citizens of Beika in his heart, Kitahara Yuki switched the mobile phone interface. The park is one kilometer away, about ten minutes' walk.

Five minutes later, Edogawa Conan looked at Kitahara Yuki, who was panting in front of him, in surprise and asked, "Brother Yuki, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, where is the case, take me there." Kitahara Yuki, who was jogging all the way, hugged Conan and was ready to rush to the scene at any time.

The sudden change of position made Conan confused. In his impression, Kitahara Yuki was not a person who was keen on cases. He even hated cases.

However...

"Why do you think there will be a case when you meet me!" Conan yelled at Kitahara Yuki, "You don't think at all..."

The last few words were stuck in his throat, and the sudden screams covered Conan's angry baby voice.

"Ahhh! Someone's dead!"

Kitahara Yuki did not answer, but his handsome face clearly said-'Look, the case is here'.

Conan: ...

"You can't hide the look that wants to stab someone." Kitahara Yuki ruffled Conan's hair and said lightly: "Put away that look that will violate the law."

"Who is it because of?!" Conan gritted his teeth and took back his unrealistic thoughts. In terms of making people angry, the young detective hasn't even stepped out of the novice village.

The police officers arrived at the scene quickly. They were all acquaintances. After a few pleasantries, they entered the formal case handling process.

Officer Takagi walked around the scene with his work notes. Every time he saw this scene, Kitahara Yuki would sigh at the abundant vitality of the young people.

"You are only twenty years old, don't act like an old man." Amuro Toru patted Kitahara Yuki on the shoulder, his tone helpless.

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows: "Did I say it?"

Is he the kind of person who speaks his mind without any defense?

This is impossible.

So, it was Toru Amuro who discovered it through micro-expressions.

"No." Toru Amuro gave a direct answer, "But your expression told me this."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

If he were not an expert in psychology, he would probably grit his teeth and curse--'Damn psychology! Don't try to pry into my heart!'

The choked Kitahara Yuki planned to focus all his attention on the case.

Takagi Shigeru snapped the notebook shut and said: "The deceased is Hirota Mataseru, male, 45 years old, currently unemployed, and died from a blow to the back of the head. The red messenger bag next to him is evidence of his theft." The deceased was

a thief?

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and approached the deceased. The deceased was lying on his back with a sharp stone at the back of his head. It looked like an accident. But the frozen expression under the deceased's mask told him otherwise.

"Based on the traces at the scene, Mr. Hirota should have died in an accident. He didn't pay attention to his feet after sneaking away and fell. His head hit a stone and he died." After saying this, Takagi Wataru looked at Kitahara Yuki cautiously, like an elementary school student waiting for his teacher to check his homework.

"Don't look at me like that, there is no answer on my face."

He didn't like cases and didn't have the habit of being a good teacher. Kitahara Yuki bent his legs and hit Conan's waist with his knees.

The little detective stumbled forward, glared at Kitahara Yuki viciously, and said in a baby voice that was deliberately pretending to be well-behaved: "Oh, this posture is not right."

"From the footprints at the scene, we can tell that the deceased was moving forward. If he was moving normally, if he tripped, he would be face down.

Only if he slipped or was hit from the front or pushed down would he be face up, but there was nothing nearby that could cause the deceased to slip, and there was no trace of the deceased's feet stepping on these things. He was pushed down."

After Conan finished speaking, he looked at the surprised faces of the people, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised his voice guiltily, "That's what it said on TV!"

Takagi Wataru patted Conan's head, "Conan, you helped a lot."

The obviously straightforward praise made the young detective feel even more guilty.

Kitahara Yuki chuckled, touched the blushing young detective with his knee again, and spoke to attract Takagi Wataru's attention.

"Officer Takagi, how did the police identify the deceased so quickly this time? As far as I know, he didn't have any ID on him, and the person who called the police was a stranger." Takagi shook his head and said, "It's just a coincidence