Chapter 38
The room was silent.
Conan glanced cautiously at Kitahara Yuki, who looked gloomy, and then at Amuro Toru, who looked cold and didn't explain at all.
Are the two of them arguing?
When did it start?
Was it the anchor of honesty just now?
No, it should have been earlier.
Mr. Akai looked like he was enjoying the show. No way, with so many adults here, they actually left the task of adjusting the atmosphere to a child like him.
"Brother Yuki, what is the anchor of honesty?" Conan walked over and pulled Kitahara Yuki's sleeve resignedly, asking in a baby voice, looking like a little adult who was willing to tolerate and accept things.
Kitahara Yuki sat back on the sofa, with a cold face and a low voice.
"Just like a ship needs to drop an anchor when encountering strong winds, we can also artificially add an anchor of honesty when questioning others. Usually, we can first ask simple questions that will not make us lie, and after each question, knock on objects to make a specific sound as an anchor. And in the next answer, this sound will become an inducement to tell the truth."
"Is this an interrogation method used by the public security?" Conan looked at Amuro Toru in surprise.
"No." Amuro Toru got up, opened the refrigerator, and took out a can of black coffee.
The cool liquid entered his throat, taking away the sudden anger. The heartbeat that accelerated due to anger also slowly returned to calm.
The black-haired young man's behavior of ignoring his own comfort for the safety of his younger brother made him want to beat him up.
But -
forget it.
Amuro Toru suppressed his thoughts and answered Conan's question, "I learned it specially."
He took a deep breath and recalled the pillow that was just thrown into his arms.
Kitahara Yuki gave up the lethal coffee cup in his hand and chose to waste more time and turned to get the light pillow.
The black-haired young man was very angry, but very restrained.
Forget it... There is still room for negotiation on a month's coffee.
"Then you are amazing." Kitahara Yuki crossed his legs and concluded coldly, "How many times did you practice to deceive me?"
He asked himself and answered, "No less than a hundred times. In order to get the answer to the question you wanted, you even used other actions to divert my gaze and made me answer subconsciously."
"Thank you for the compliment. Your reaction allowed me to successfully know that you saw the specific time of Hase Hikaru's plan, and let us discover the possibility that you lied to us."
Amuro Toru looked normal. He picked up a can of black coffee, put it on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Kitahara Yuki, "This is a thank you gift."
Obviously, Kitahara Yuki was not used to this kind of straightforward flattery. He stared at the black coffee for a long time, turned his face away, his eyes were vague, and after a long time he whispered "yes".
The softened voice was just like the fluff on a cat, soft and warm, plucking the heartstrings like a little hook.
Toru Amuro cleared his throat, lowered his eyes, his throat slightly tightened, and he drank the coffee in his hand sip after sip.
After waiting for a while, Akai Shuichi said, "Let's continue." Kitahara
Yuki nodded indifferently.
With defense, Toru Amuro's tricks will not trick him again. It's just controlling the facial muscles and some subconscious little movements. Gin and Toru Amuro can do it, so can he. However,
this mentality only lasted for a second. The sofa beside him sank, and the faint smell of soapberry invaded the tip of his nose. Toru Amuro sat over and placed his fingertips on the pulse of his wrist.
The temperature from the skin contact made Kitahara Yuki's thoughts pause for a moment, and then he raised his voice and looked at Amuro Toru in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Lie test?
"To prevent powerful psychologists from deceiving us. You can control your expressions and movements, but you can't control your heartbeat well without professional training."
In fact, Amuro Toru found that Kitahara Yuki's heartbeat was about 100 beats per minute. Although for adults, 60-100 beats per minute is within the normal range, the critical value is obviously very dangerous.
"Maybe you should go for a heart ultrasound." Amuro Toru suggested.
Kitahara Yuki gave a short sneer, exerted the muscles of his right hand, and tried to pull out his wrist: "Let go! You say that as if you can control your heartbeat very well!"
"Slowing down your heartbeat is a compulsory course for undercover agents." Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, "Given your previous criminal record, I think the FBI and Conan don't want me to let go."
Kitahara Yuki turned to the two people and saw two faces that agreed. Conan even nodded to express his thoughts.
"Let me ask," Conan raised his hand very actively, just like the jumpy classmates in the class. The four words "eager to try" were arrogantly engraved on the face of the little detective.
"You, Hase Hikaru, Sugawa Rin, which side are you on?"
Kitahara Yuki held his breath, his expression calm, but the sudden increase in pulse made Amuro Toru look over immediately.
One hundred and twenty beats per minute.
"You haven't told your lie yet, calm down." Amuro Toru quickly raised his eyebrows, clenched his free left hand into a fist, and gently covered the corner of his upturned mouth.
He had never met such a cooperative polygraph subject.
Akai Shuichi stared at Kitahara Yuki for a long time and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"
Thinking about how to fool you -
Kitahara Yuki threw his entire weight into the sofa, covering his face with his slender white hands, and the whole person looked a little defeated: "I stand on your side, Xiaoguang and Rin stand on my side, but not on your side."
This sentence silenced the three people.
Conan tried to repeat the sentence, but the overly complicated relationship made his tongue tied.
Oh my God, what is this weird script of I love him, he loves him, but he loves him? Are they performing some kind of youth pain literature? Is
the adult world so complicated?
"I don't understand." Conan said with a wooden face. He subconsciously rubbed his stiff face, trying to say a few more words to get some useful information.
However, Kitahara Yuki did not give the little detective this opportunity. He lifted Conan's collar and ignored the other party's struggle. He quickly threw him into Akai Shuichi's arms, "Okay, it's time to see you off." Kitahara Yuki
opened the door, sent the two away forcefully, and turned to look at Amuro Toru. The latter said with interest: "Remember to come to Poirot tomorrow, Kazami wants to thank you."
"Okay." Kitahara Yuki stood at the door, his intention to see the guest off was very obvious.
Amuro Toru changed his shoes and said as he walked, "Occasionally, you should rely on your friends."
???
This sentence sounded familiar. He seemed to have said it to Amuro Toru before, Kitahara Yuki thought uncertainly.
"Hase Hikaru and you are not from the same world. You can choose to save him, but you must pay attention to your own safety. If there is any mistake today, you will not be able to stand here intact."
Amuro Toru's expression was very serious. He did not retract his solemn gaze until Kitahara Yuki nodded.
Bang -
the door was closed.
The next second, Kitahara Yuki collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball, and his home slippers were thrown out by him. He pulled off the troublesome tie and swung it casually, hitting Rin Sugawa's forearm with a whine.
I'm so tired and want to sleep.
"Go take a shower first." Rin Sugawa pushed Kitahara Yuki who was lying on the sofa, took off his dusty socks, and took a hot water bottle filled with hot water from the bedroom and placed it at his feet.
The sudden rise in temperature made him squint his eyes comfortably.
Kitahara Yuki, who was still clamoring to go to sleep in the last second, was now checking his mobile phone. After noticing Rin Sugawa's gaze, he put the phone in front of the latter.
[Believe in Light: What do you think of this script! ] How
exciting!
"Help me kill him!" Kitahara Yuki had a grim expression and slammed the phone on Rin Sugawa's chest.
God knows how complicated he felt when he just learned about Hasegawa Hikari's plan. Hasegawa Hikari almost killed Rin Sugawa. If he had reacted a little slower, he would have lost the physical strength to take off his socks and stuff him with a hot water bottle!
[Hase Hikaru: Shaping value 85%]
[Hase Hikaru: Shaping value 90%]
[Sugawa Rin: Shaping value 40%]
[Sugawa Rin: Shaping value 58%]
[Skills (Sugawa Rin): Tracking (1% mastery), Disguise (1% mastery), Puzzle solving (1% mastery), Torture (1% mastery), Bomb disposal (1% mastery), Lock picking (1% mastery)]
"What's going on? My skills."
"I told you I wanted to do something big." Kitahara Yuki looked gloomy, took the phone from Sugawa Rin's hand, switched the interface, and handed it back to the other party.
The phone page stayed on a post with an explosive amount of discussion.
[About the existence of Rin in the live broadcast of the spaceship]
[I know him. Although he is in disguise, judging by his skills, he is indeed the Italian mafia - the number one killer codenamed L]
[Cold and cruel, his hands are stained with blood! ]
[Fighting, wooden weapons, tracking, puzzle solving, torture, bomb disposal, disguise, lock picking, car racing, drug manufacturing, he can do it all! He should be deported back to Italy! Such a person is too dangerous! ]
[Get out of our country! ]
[Everything was caused by that mafia! ]
Obviously, under the premise that Hase Hikaru sets the stage, he will become the most shining actor.
"I have asked Xiao Guang to forge the data. Whether it is the Red or Black side, they will confirm that these are the facts." Kitahara Yuki yawned, his eyelids seemed to be fighting, "As for our relationship, it's good like this. Xiao Guang is the big boss who controls everything, and he hates everyone who appears around me equally." "
And I am the unlucky brother who wants to pull his younger brother out of the quagmire but is often cheated. As for you... just be yourself, but you may need to leave for a few days and go to Italy to complete the data. After all, the traces of battle in the data will not appear for no reason."
After saying the last sentence, Kitahara Yuki's eyes were already closed, and he only vaguely heard the words "evening" and "departure".
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Kitahara Yuki instinctively opened his eyes, the aroma of food rushed to stimulate his nasal cavity and was transmitted to the brain through neurotransmitters.
——The smell of crab roe noodles.
Only one person in the Trojan Apartment knows how to do it.
Ten minutes later, Kitahara Yuki sat in front of Amuro Toru's dining table, and the ceramic plate was placed on the table with a thud. The noodles covered with crab roe sauce made his fingers move subconsciously.
[10:11]
This time is not Amuro Toru's breakfast time. Kitahara Yuki picked up a chopstick of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.
The soles of the sneakers at the entrance were stained with fresh mud. According to the humidity and characteristics of the mud, the most likely place to be contaminated is the Tiwu Tsukawa.
There was water vapor in the bathroom in the room after use, and Amuro Toru was not going to have dinner with him. Amuro
Toru got up at 7:00.
Exercise at the Tiwu Tsukawa at 7:30.
Take a shower at 9:30.
Cook noodles at 10:00 and wait for the fish to be caught.
Kitahara Yuki, who is caught, turns on his phone and switches the interface. The hot discussion post about Sugawa Rin suddenly appears in front of Amuro Toru.
"You do this for this? Obviously, 7 o'clock in the morning is not your usual time to get up. You adjusted your schedule to wait for me to be caught." The dense crab roe stimulated the taste buds, and Kitahara Yuki half-squinted his eyes in pleasure.
"The amount of crab roe noodles is also wrong, it's too little. Do you have other plans for lunch?"
After Amuro Toru read the entire post, Kitahara Yuki came over, swiped twice at the phone held by Amuro Toru, and clicked on the last video of the post.
"Rin looks cool like this."