Chapter 39
Amuro Toru turned his head inconspicuously, his purple-gray eyes staring at Kitahara Yuki's soft hair. His black hair accidentally touched Kitahara Yuki's exposed wheat-colored skin, which was slightly itchy.
This distance... is too close.
Amuro Toru blinked slowly.
"Pay attention." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the careless Amuro Toru, bent his elbow and gently touched the other's lower abdomen. With the wandering eyes of the blond policeman, he turned his head to look at the video in his mobile phone.
The video screen was almost black and white, and sporadic moonlight shone through the crooked windows and fell on the shabby wooden furniture.
The rotten smell of time seemed to linger on the tip of the nose, until the camera shook, and the figure of Sugawa Rin was faintly in the corner, with a little more vitality.
Boom—
the camera trembled with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"L, there's someone! Be careful!"
Ten figures suddenly rushed out and quickly rushed towards Sugawa Rin. The latter took a step back. He untied his ruby cufflinks and stuffed them into his pocket, then folded up his cuffs slowly, revealing his strong and powerful forearms.
He grabbed back with his right hand, and the crowbar in his hand hit the enemy's back quickly and fiercely, making a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking.
The flying dust and high-speed movement made the video picture more dizzying than a high-speed rotating washing machine.
Kitahara Yuki turned his head to the side to suppress the discomfort of food surging from his stomach to his throat.
A glass of boiled water was placed on the dining table, and Kitahara Yuki quickly took it and drank it in big gulps. He coughed a few times because of his haste, and he slowed down and said, "Thank you."
"In the video, Sugawa is wearing the bodyguard uniform he wore yesterday. Did he go back to Italy overnight?" Amuro Toru patted Kitahara Yuki's back gently, took back the empty cup, washed it, and put it in the cabinet.
The video stayed at the moment when Sugawa Rin stepped out of the room. The dim light fell on half of his face, and it was clearly impossible to see his emotions. For a moment, the character image overlapped with the system interface.
After putting away the phone, Kitahara Yuki took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, "Yes, he needs to go back to Italy to deal with some things."
[Sugawa Rin: Shaping Value 60%]
Glancing at the screen, Kitahara Yuki stood up, picked up Haro and threw him into the sofa, and asked Amuro Toru who was washing dishes in the kitchen, "Do you mind if I carry Haro to the sofa?"
"...I think it's normal for people to ask before they do."
"Obviously, I'm a little special."
Not refusing meant agreeing. Kitahara Yuki squinted his eyes and rubbed Haro's dog head a few times. The touch of the plush fur simply melted his heart.
Haro swung his tail wildly and came over, sobbing, and put his paws on his chest to lick Kitahara Yuki's neck.
“哈羅！別舔那裏。哈——”他縮了縮脖子，皮膚很好的接收了癢意，帶動振動的胸腔，在喉間爆發出難以抑制的大笑聲。
“別，哈——安室！救命。”
雙手胡亂扒拉着越來越起勁的狗子，北原幸蹬腿快速往後退。直到安室透抓着哈羅的後脖子，曲起膝蓋擋住即将摔到地板上的北原幸。
解脫的呼氣聲響起，北原幸無奈的靠在沙發上，抽出紙巾擦拭着沾滿哈羅口水的脖子，“這家夥應該被揍一頓。”
安室透把不停踩着空氣的哈羅丢進北原幸的懷裏，視線極快地掠過北原幸的脖子。
這麽怕癢？敏感點？
Clearing his throat, Toru Amuro said, "Beat him up as you like. Also, yesterday, Kazami sent you two text messages about today's dinner, but you didn't reply, and he didn't dare to ask you."
Kitahara Yuki symbolically punched Hello's fluffy white head and turned on his phone.
[Mr. Kita, there will be a dinner at the Trojan Apartment at 12:00 tomorrow, I hope you can attend - Kazami Yuya]
sent twice.
12:00 is a bit strange, and the location is not in Poirot?
The public security has his detailed information, so Kazami knows that he is the type who goes to bed late and gets up late, and whether he can get up at noon is another matter.
In this case, why choose this time? Because -
"You have a mission tonight and can't attend the dinner? Kazami asked you to cook?"
Amuro Toru nodded, not sparing his praise, "You are very smart."
"What? I am the one who came along." Kitahara Yuki lay on the sofa without any hesitation. He patted the light brown sofa that was not as soft as the sofa next to him.
"Your sofa feels too bad. And don't think that I can forgive your subordinates' rudeness just because you compliment me."
Amuro Toru picked up the car key, pulled up the lying Kitahara Yuki, and opened the door. His heels stepped on the steps, making a low thumping sound.
"Okay, we still have an hour to buy food. What do you want to eat?" Amuro Toru opened the passenger door and pushed the reluctant Kitahara Yuki in.
The engine roared, he fastened his seat belt and held the handle of the passenger seat tightly, "In this weather, hot pot, of course!"
Kitahara Yuki wore a long down jacket today, and huddled in the wide coat, revealing a fair and delicate face. He exhaled slowly, and the carbon dioxide met the cold air and turned into a circle of white mist in front of him, covering his shining black eyes.
"Okay, I know a really good Chinese supermarket nearby, let's go there." Amuro Toru glanced at Kitahara Yuki's white fingertips and winked. "Don't be nervous, I drive very steadily."
Kitahara Yuki sneered, and he didn't believe a word of what he said next.
Shifting gears, accelerating, the white Mazda suddenly rushed out with a tailspin. Kitahara Yuki fell heavily on the back of the chair due to inertia and let out a cry of surprise.
"Don't think I don't know you are laughing in your heart!" Kitahara Yuki stretched out his two legs and rested them on the pedals in front of him, took three deep breaths very quickly, and soothed his crazy beating heart.
So cool!
But I can't say it, otherwise the guy next to me who is full of winning will definitely speed up. The current speed is just right, cool and not disgusting!
"We're here. I won't laugh in my heart in front of you. Normally I will just laugh out loud." The Mazda stopped, and Toru Amuro unbuckled the seat belt for Kitahara Yuki, who was still in the excitement of racing, and opened the car door.
He put his right hand on the car door, raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a tight tone, like a cynical rich second generation, "Do you need me to help Your Highness get out of the car?"
He was eloquent and didn't look like a stereotyped policeman at all.
No wonder Bourbon could be an undercover agent for many years.
"I'm a dragon, not some prince, and I don't have weak legs and don't need help." Kitahara Yuki knocked on the car window to signal the other party to move aside, his voice lazy.
"Although I don't hate the way you talk, but I don't like the fact that you 'inferred this way of communication can make me a better friend'. Is this how you get along with others?
No wonder you are so skilled in using honey traps. You actually use your sharp observation and reasoning ability to make friends?"
Kitahara Yuki walked forward without looking back, but after three seconds he didn't hear the familiar footsteps.
He stopped and looked back in confusion. The public security man with light blond hair was standing there, his upper eyelids half-closed, and his eyes fell on the ground for a long time.
The expression is normal, the movements are normal, but Kitahara Yuki's sixth sense tells him that this guy is not in a good mood. He always feels that if he ignores Amuro Toru, he will fall into an inexplicable vortex of loneliness.
"What's wrong with you?" Kitahara Yuki suddenly pulled Amuro Toru's wrist, and the sudden force made the other party subconsciously reveal a gentle smile.
"So fake, don't smile like that."
"Nothing, I just thought of a friend."
- That friend who is extremely good at socializing, quick thinking, and amazing observation.
- He rests in the cemetery in Shibuya.
Amuro Toru's expression at this moment is very strange, with the corners of his mouth curled up, his cheeks raised, and the muscles around his eyes moving naturally. It is a typical happy expression.
But the smile does not last long enough.
"Normally, without repeated stimulation, a genuine smile is a micro-expression that only lasts a quarter of a second. If a smile lasts for more than 5 seconds, the probability that it is a fake smile is more than 80%, and yours has lasted for 8 seconds now."
Kitahara Yuki straightened his expression and slowed down his tone, "Don't smile if you are unhappy, you can't fool me. You can be honest with me, I am your friend."
Amuro Toru put away his smile in a second, and his deep eyes looked at Kitahara Yuki quietly, "What kind of hot pot base do you want?"
... Very good, the topic was changed quickly and could not be refused, Amuro Toru simply put his refusal to communicate openly. Kitahara Yuki glared at the other party coldly, turned around and left.
If you care about this guy again, he will be a dog like Gin!
"Don't be angry." Amuro Toru trotted over, took the cart from Kitahara Yuki, and grabbed a bag of seasoning, "Do you like this flavor of hot pot base?"
Kitahara Yuki glanced at it. The Chinese characters of "Sour Soup Fat Beef" took up one-third of the package. Standing up straight, he concealed the gloom in his heart, and his face was gloomy, "If you must..."
"This is not a hot pot base." The male voice suddenly interrupted Kitahara Yuki.
Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the voice, and a large amount of information impacted his brain, causing him to analyze it reflexively.
Male, about 25 years old, height between 178-180, extroverted, good at dressing and socializing. A shopping guide in a high-end place, he has a certain understanding of Chinese culture and is a little too enthusiastic. He
even has some subtle hostility towards Amuro Toru?
Why?
Kitahara Yuki's eyes moved back and forth between Amuro Toru and the man's face. After making sure that Amuro Toru did not know the man, he snatched the sour beef seasoning packet from the other's hand.
He then picked up the butter and seafood hot pot bottom from the shelf, threw them into the cart, turned around and left.
"Hey, wait!" The man stood in front of Kitahara Yuki, brushed his hair, his voice tense and a little stuttering, "Sir, do you... do you still remember me? Ginza 1-chome, wallet!"
So many hints were enough for Kitahara Yuki to get the answer, and his voice hardly paused.
"It's you! The salesperson who deliberately touched the back of my hand." Kitahara Yuki frowned, crossed his hands on his chest, and his eyes swept across the man's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
This guy is actually very happy. Is it because Kitahara Yuki still remembers him?
No! It's because Kitahara Yuki was deeply impressed by the fact that the back of his hand was touched.
But why is he so happy for this reason?
The mystery within reach prompted Kitahara Yuki to take a step forward, but it was Amuro Toru who was faster than him.
The blond-haired public security officer blocked Kitahara Yuki forcefully, and his fingers that were pinching the handle of the cart slightly exerted force. His tense muscles showed his fighting state very well.
Even though he couldn't see Amuro Toru's face, Kitahara Yuki knew that the person in front of him was very angry. What would Amuro say?
He would frown and ask--'Why did you touch the back of his hand? What's your purpose? '
"What's your name?"
Huh? It's different from what he reasoned! This is unreasonable.
However, after a while, something even more unreasonable happened.
The man walked past Toru Amuro and said excitedly, "Sir, I can't get through the number you left last time. You must have been too nervous and wrote it wrong, right?"
Obviously, Kitahara Yuki's memory would not let him leave the wrong number, but the two mysteries that appeared one after another made him hesitate whether to tell the truth.
However, the man did not give him time to react, but quickly stuffed a note into Kitahara Yuki's hand and ran away quickly.
Kitahara Yuki blinked in confusion and opened the note - tomorrow night at 6:00, Nagata Restaurant, see you there.
The paper was not new and had two deep creases. Obviously, the owner of the note had written it a long time ago and carried it with him.
Was he ready to stuff the note into him at any time?
"This doesn't make sense." Kitahara Yuki said to Amuro Toru who was staring at the note, the doubt in his dark eyes almost overflowing.
"Will you go?" Amuro Toru and Kitahara Yuki's eyes met in the air for a moment, and the blond public security officer was the first to look away, and continued to stare at the note with a cold face.
"I will go." Kitahara Yuki answered decisively. That man would not excite him, but the puzzles could.
And now there are three puzzles in front of him, and he is even eager to try, "I am looking forward to tomorrow's..."
Kitahara Yuki's voice stopped abruptly, because Amuro Toru clamped his wrist, and the sudden pain made his brain, which was excited by the puzzles, a little cold.
"What's wrong?"
- Amuro seems to be in a bad mood, did someone provoke him?