Chapter 31

Obviously, Toru Amuro understood Kitahara Yuki's expression, took a deep breath, and his face became more and more gloomy under the latter's gaze.

"It's not entirely like that."

Toru Amuro explained, and when his purple-gray eyes looked at a person steadily, there was a deep emotion of eternal love.

The dark eyes moved, and Kitahara Yuki turned his face away naturally.

The public security officer in front of him was indeed different from ordinary policemen. He was excellent and sharp, loyal to the country and knew how to adapt. His strong sense of justice and responsibility made the people feel at ease.

But was Toru Amuro acting coquettishly?

Using such a tone and eyes?

He actually liked to be praised.

"I understand, you are very powerful." Kitahara Yuki patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder and easily satisfied his friend's vanity that was not hidden well.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I will only tell five people about your little secret of loving to be praised."

In order to make sure this statement was credible, Kitahara Yuki added, "No sixth person will know." Amuro

Toru: ? ?

Don't you want to listen to what you say?

"I don't even know what little secret you're talking about!" Amuro Toru sighed and glanced helplessly at Kitahara Yuki, who was full of excitement.

The other party coughed and blatantly changed the subject.

"It will take a long time to investigate the interpersonal relationships in this case, but the robbed woman can be used as a breakthrough." Kitahara Yuki paused, then continued: "Shall we go shopping first? Or..."

"I'll stay here and investigate." Amuro Toru pursed his hands, he even clenched his fists, and in a trance, a raging fire full of fighting spirit burned behind him.

Oh, the unwillingness of Mr. Public Security.

He wanted to get rid of the label of incompetence of the Japanese police.

"Then we'll leave first." Kitahara Yuki waved goodbye, took Sugawa Rin's wrist, turned around and left.

Kitahara Yuki let go of his hand and exhaled when they were alone.

Oh my God, finally I don't have to be in a weird atmosphere anymore.

"You deliberately sent Amuro Toru away." Rin Sugawa's voice was very firm. He squeezed open a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Kitahara Yuki, who was breathing unsteadily.

Kitahara Yuki took the water and gulped it down. It was obvious that the two runs were not friendly to him, a brainy person with a physical fitness of 40. "When did you buy the water?"

"The vending machine next to the park. You haven't answered me yet."

"Seeing through but not speaking out is a good quality of contemporary adults. I hope that my other two souls in this world have this good quality."

The two people's eyes briefly met in the air. Rin Sugawa turned his head, retracted his gaze, and hummed coldly.

Without any cases involved, the foldable sofa bed was quickly bought.

It was a soft beige color, and the fabric sofa gave people a sense of belonging. When he was lying in bed, Kitahara Yuki was almost knocked unconscious by the overwhelming sleepiness. Too many things had happened during this period of time. He wanted to rest and was very sleepy.

"Go to sleep."

The cold voice of Sugawa Rin came from above his head. The biting chill was like an ice spike piercing his skin and staying in the cracks between his fingernails, which made Kitahara Yuki regain clarity for a moment.

He lifted his half-closed eyelids, and his vision was a little blurry.

It should be dark, but the bright lights in the room added a few glimmers to the dark night. Occasionally, the wind blew and lifted a corner of the curtain.

Didn't he close the window when he went out?

The half-closed eyelids were completely closed, and the soft hair stuck to the delicate white skin, bringing a slight itch.

Rin Sugawa's bony fingers gently parted the hair, lingered at her ear for a moment, pinched the earlobe lightly, then withdrew her hand naturally, looking towards the gray bedroom.

"You're very sensitive." A man's low voice came from the bedroom, and the faint smell of tobacco wrapped in the air and invaded the nasal cavity.

——It's GIN.

Rin Sugawa glanced at Gin, who was dressed in black, and gently stroked the temperature of his fingertips with her right hand, recalling the touch not long ago. His out-of-focus scarlet eyes made him look a little careless.

He leaned back on the sofa chair, his long feet stepping on the wooden floor, making the space cramped.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Rin Sugawa raised her right foot and placed it on the knee of her left foot. Perhaps because her movements were too casual, they always revealed cold sarcasm and indifference.

Gin sneered, and his eyes swept across Kitahara Yuki's sleeping face. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth while looking at Rin Sugawa's cold eyes. The taste of nicotine soothed his beating nerves.

"You are from Italy." Gin's eyes moved from the wooden cord on Rin Sugawa's fingertips, through the tense muscles, to the face without any fluctuations. "You are cold and strong. Your heartbeat will not change at all because of the upcoming danger. You have certain emotional barriers. You--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Gin's expression suddenly became strange, and he took a deep breath of the unlit cigarette.

The tone just now was unexpectedly similar to that of a guy who was sleeping and unaware of the situation.

Oh, if he was awake, he would probably put his hands in his pockets with a cold face and say - 'Mr. Killer, don't talk like me.'

"Heh." Gin narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "You are strong, but he is weak." "

Threat?" Sugawa Rin stretched his hand behind his waist, where he put the wooden bag.

"No, it's the advice that Hase Hikari asked me to bring to you."

Obviously, the person who asked Gin to bring advice was not liked by him. His nose wrinkled, his lips were pursed into a straight line, his light green eyes narrowed, and a sense of danger came over his face.

Hase Hikari's face reflexively emerged in his mind.

The light golden eyes were like a cold venomous snake staring at its prey. The hacker waved the data in his hand and patted the shredder leisurely. "Gin, do you think this thing appeared on the public security desk, or do you want me to put it in the shredder?"

Gin sneered and stepped on the cigarette butt. "Threat?"

"Don't use your insignificant interrogation techniques on me. I don't like to ask back questions. You can use them on undercover gentlemen." Hase Hikaru smiled and said, "You just need to answer."

The room was silent.

"Heh, what do you want me to answer?" Gin almost laughed out of anger, his cold eyes glued to the other's smiling face, "You suddenly called me here, just to let me see you hold up a pile of information and let me make a choice?"

Are you sick? !

Gin didn't say these words, he could even believe that after he said them, Hase Hikaru nodded with a smile, and then said excitedly - 'I am indeed sick. '

"Just tell me what you want to do. I hate nonsense."

Hasegawa shrugged. "It seems that you really don't like mysticism. You look like you want to kill me with a knife, which makes it difficult for me."

"You are wrong," Gin sneered. "I don't want to kill you. I don't like using cold weapons. I am used to hot weapons. I want you to taste the taste of wooden warehouses. If you are still alive, tell me how you feel."

The five "I"s in one sentence are a good signal to Hasegawa.

This guy is at a critical point and is ready to explode at any time.

"Don't be angry." Hasegawa patted Gin's shoulder, and the latter quickly responded by holding Hasegawa's wrist, and the tower was against his temple.

The cold touch made Hase Hikaru smile even more happily, and his light golden eyes narrowed in pleasure.

"You are really hot, Mr. Gin."

Gin took a deep breath, his arm muscles slightly tensed, and stiff words popped out from his tightly pursed lips, "Your purpose."

Hase Hikaru: "Kill Sugawa Rin, or bring me a message."

Gin: "Reason?"

"Wow," Hase Hikaru looked at Gin with an exaggerated expression, "I thought you were profit-oriented and would ask me for benefits. I didn't expect that the mystery group would be more attractive to you. I understand, this is a common problem for strong people and people with high IQ." Gin

did not answer, and the Ber-Le-Tower in his hand was pressed tighter.

- Say it quickly.

The green pupils fully displayed these two words.

"I just don't like other people around my brother. That guy is too annoying."

Such a reason...

Gin sneered very quickly and briefly, "Do you want to kill everyone who gets close to Kitahara Yuki?"

"If possible." The words were so light that they could be blown away by the wind. If the two people were not so close, Gin couldn't even catch a single word. A

deformed and weird brotherhood.

This coquettish psychologist can really cause trouble.

After reminiscing, Gin looked at Rin Sugawa and Kitahara Yuki with a strange look.

The slightly cold atmosphere made Kitahara Yuki, who was curled up on the sofa, shiver, but relaxed the next second.

A black windbreaker covered Kitahara Yuki, and Rin Sugawa stood between the sofa and Gin, separating the two with a tough attitude.

"Leave here."

Gin sneered.

"Only dogs like to stay here!"

Mr. Killer turned and left.

But when he was about to touch the door handle, he turned back suddenly, "What is the relationship between you three?" "

It has nothing to do with you." Sugawa Rin pulled out the wooden basket, and the dark wooden basket was facing the indifferent Gin. The atmosphere of drawing swords and readying bows made the breathing of both of them slow down a little.

Until the slender white hand gently pressed Sugawa Rin's wrist.

"Relax." The nasal voice sounded in the ear, soothing Sugawa Rin's tense muscles very well.

"Mr. Dog, what are you still doing here?" This was obviously addressed to Gin. "Do you need to take a bag of dog food with you? It's a gift for your visit."

Mr. Killer suddenly remembered what he had just said - 'Dogs like to stay here!'

A sneer followed, and when Kitahara Yukiri fixed his clothes that were wrinkled due to his sleeping posture, he looked up and Gin was no longer there.

[Hase Hikaru: Shaping value: 71%] [Hase

Hikaru: Shaping value: 75%]

[Sugawa Rin: Shaping value 32%]

[Sugawa Rin: Shaping value 34%]

Sugawa Rin brought a glass of boiled water and handed it to Kitahara Yuki, "Do you want to continue sleeping?"

"No, I'm very awake now." Kitahara Yuki stared at the boiled water in his hand for a long time, and said in surprise: "I thought you would give me a cup of coffee, or at least a glass of juice." "

It's 21:09 now. Drinking coffee or high-sugar drinks at night is not a good choice." Sugawa Rin said with a cold face, which was completely different from the temperature of her body.

——The work and rest time that belongs to the old man.

Kitahara Yuki felt that this habit was extremely contradictory to that face.

However, he has always been very friendly to his own people. Kitahara Yuki nodded and said reluctantly: "Okay, only this time."

"Let's talk business." Kitahara Yuki put down the glass with a thud, "I feel that Xiaoguang's hands are ready to make trouble. Obviously, Gin's visit today is not in our script."

He paused and said: "I'll pull you into the chat room, and the three of us will chat together. Take out your phone."

After saying this, the person opposite was silent for a long time. Kitahara Yuki looked up in confusion, and his inquiring eyes fell on Sugawa Rin. He saw the other person's cold face, with the corners of his mouth pressed down and his eyes looking down.

This is a typical expression of shame.

What happened?

"After I came here, I only had a wooden sling."

The black object that would give the police a headache was casually placed on the table by Rin Sugawa.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly remembered himself when he first entered the world of Detective Conan. Except for the coffee on the first day, he remembered that everything was on Amuro Toru's account...

"So," Kitahara Yuki tried to use a tactful voice, "You are penniless?"

Rin Sugawa nodded solemnly, like a German shepherd dog about to go on duty, serious and cute.