Chapter 40

"Nothing, would you like some potatoes? If my observation is correct, this is one of your favorite foods."

Kitahara Yuki nodded nonchalantly, following closely behind Amuro Toru, his eyes falling on the golden head in front of him, recalling the guy's expression just now, his lips pursed into a straight line, his eyebrows pressed down.

- He was angry, and he deliberately let Kitahara Yuki know that he was angry.

This conclusion made Kitahara Yuki frown, and he gently rubbed the second joint of his index finger with the fingertips of his right hand.

Why?

The fourth mystery in ten minutes made his nerves ache slightly, until he returned to the Trojan Apartment and drank a cup of espresso made by Amuro Toru himself, he came to his senses.

The mellow aroma of coffee flowed into the stomach along the throat, soothing the nerves that kept beating because of the mystery.

Kitahara Yuki curled up in the sofa of his apartment. The off-white color made his tense muscles relax. He crossed his legs and observed Amuro Toru busy in the kitchen through the glass.

It is undeniable that although this guy is awkward and stubborn when it comes to friends, he is simply the most considerate partner in the world when it comes to cooking.

"Amuro, I like lighter food."

Amuro Toru leaned out half of his body, holding the butter base in his hand, with a helpless expression, "Who said he wanted to eat spicy hot pot a minute ago? Your preferences change so quickly."

"Spicy and light are not contradictory. I hate all salty foods." Kitahara Yuki grabbed a pillow and put it behind his waist. The comfortable posture made this expressionless face show a very faint warmth.

"I know, kou."

Toru Amuro's eyes quickly moved around Kitahara Yuki's face, lingered on the other's soft lips for a second, and then turned his head and returned to the kitchen without changing his expression.

Kou-Yuki? Roman sound?

The sudden use of this intimate name successfully aroused Kitahara Yuki's curiosity. He stood up suddenly, and walked slowly to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, folding his arms and looking at Toru Amuro who was wearing an apron.

This distance allowed Kitahara Yuki to see Toru Amuro's expression clearly.

The blond police officer looked at him with a smile, his expression gentle and harmless, and he even deliberately softened his tone, just like a kind neighbor, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" "

The fifth mystery." His tone was rising, and it was obvious that the five mysteries that appeared within an hour made Kitahara Yuki excited, "It doesn't matter, even if you don't tell me the reason, I will solve the mystery myself."

- About expressing closeness to him.

Dongdong -

the sudden knock on the door made Kitahara Yuki frown subconsciously, and it was obvious that the feeling of being interrupted in thinking made him a little unhappy.

At this time, only that guy -

"12:01, you are one minute late." Kitahara Yuki opened the door with a cold face.

Standing at the door was Kazami Yuya, who was holding a stack of documents. The cold wind hit his face, and it turned slightly red.

He greeted Kitahara Yuki with an unfriendly gaze, changed his shoes, and sat stiffly on the sofa chair beside Kitahara Yuki.

Yuya Kazami carefully placed his hands on each leg, and rubbed his sweaty palms very quickly with the help of the table.

"You are nervous." Kitahara Yuki returned to his usual indifference. The public security officer in front of him could not arouse his desire to explore like the blond public security officer in the kitchen. His

brain, which had been spinning for a while, became silent again. He was not interested in the mystery of why Yuya Kazami was afraid of him.

"You can take a look at this." Yuya Kazami pushed the document on the coffee table to Kitahara Yuki at the right time.

The other party's expression told him that this document would arouse his interest. Kitahara Yuki opened the file. The slightly yellowed A4 paper recorded some unresolved vicious cases.

"Did you arrange this?" Kitahara Yuki cast a puzzled look at Amuro Toru, who came to the table with dishes. He flipped through the file casually. There were a total of ten such cases, and they were all from 5-10 years ago.

Old unsolved cases.

Amuro Toru didn't believe in his ability, so he used this thing to test it?

Obviously not.

"This was not arranged by you." Kitahara Yuki asked himself and answered, "This was arranged by your superiors. They wanted to use me, but they were jealous of my ability and worried about my position, so they used these things to test me."

- The ridiculous suspicion of the superiors.

Kitahara Yuki sneered briefly.

The two public security officers sitting there remained silent together. The atmosphere was a little weird, a little anxious and a little stiff.

Yuya Kazami tried his best to shrink his body and control his gaze to focus only on the bubbling bottom of the pot. He picked up the chopsticks to pick up the lettuce next to him, but under the cold gaze of Kitahara Yuki, he gave up this plan with shaking hands.

- Help! Mr. Furuya, say something quickly! Mr. Kita looked furious!

"Sorry."

Kitahara Yuki frowned fiercely. It started like this again. Does this guy really think that he can be appeased with just a sincere apology?

This is too naive. He is not Haro who will wag his tail when he gets a can of food.

"It's not that I envy you or don't trust you, it's that your brain is worth the brains of ten police officers."

Ha, nice words can't appease him!

Kitahara Yuki had a cold face, bit the soft flesh next to his back molars, and leaned forward slightly, which made him look more oppressive.

"I know a place that's perfect for car racing. The fresh air entering your alveoli can wash away a day's fatigue. "

No benefits!

"I need your help."

No coquetry!

He won't forgive someone so easily. He should act a little fierce and scare the dishonest Toru Amuro.

Kitahara Yuki glared at Toru Amuro with a sincere expression and said dryly, "Don't think I can forgive you so easily. Whether it's on the airship or in the supermarket, you don't trust me. I thought friends should be honest with each other. And now it's not just friends, but your friend's boss too--" "

I believe in your ability." The deliberately lowered voice sounded sincere and helpless, and the purple-gray eyes stared at him quietly.

This made Kitahara Yuki stop talking and he almost bit his tongue.

It's so unfair, this guy is using honey traps everywhere and at all times, he even uses provocation!

"Of course this small case is not difficult for me!" Kitahara Yuki snatched the document from Amuro Toru's hand and looked through it with his head down.

The slightly reddish earlobe unexpectedly hit Amuro Toru's eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up in a second and then returned to calm. He picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and put it into Kitahara Yuki's bowl, "Eat something."

Kitahara Yuki ignored him. He was ready to give Amuro Toru, who was skilled in coaxing people, a shrug to show how difficult he was to coax. He said to Kazami Yuya, "I need a red pen."

Kazami Yuya, who was familiar with Kitahara Yuki's living habits, rushed into the bedroom and took out a red pen from the second drawer of the left bedside cabinet, "Please use it."

"No wonder Mr. Amuro is so optimistic about you. The dull public security pays attention to details." Kitahara Yuki took the red pen and wrote and drew in the document very quickly. The sound of turning pages was particularly noticeable.

But the two public security gentlemen were a little distracted.

Amuro Toru: He uses the title of Mr. again, and he has a short temper. He needs to be coaxed at night.

Kazami Yuya: You are praised! Mr. Kita praised him for his attention to detail!

The unexpected silence made Kitahara Yuki look up, and his eyes quickly swept over the two of them, and finally glared at Kazami Yuya, "Too lax, I'm working, and you are distracted."

Kazami Yuya instantly came back to his senses, scratched his head, and reflexively showed a flattering smile, picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in Kitahara Yuki's small bowl, "Taste."

Kitahara Yuki put down the documents and raised his chopsticks to pick up some, but the slightly yellowed lettuce passed in front of his eyes and went into Amuro Toru's bowl.

Why pick up the food in his bowl? The inky

black eyes with doubt turned to Amuro Toru, who remained calm and spoke in a calm tone. He picked up a piece of lettuce that had been put down not long ago and put it into Kitahara Yuki's small bowl.

"Eat this." Kitahara Yuki narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "That piece of lettuce was cooked for too long, so the taste will be bad." Amuro Toru was serious and didn't even blink. "I didn't expect you to be such a demanding person for food." Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru in surprise. The other party chewed the yellowed lettuce with a stern face, just like an ambassador for maintaining the freshness of the ingredients. Snap - the red pen slammed on the dining table, Kitahara Yuki gathered the scattered A4 papers, grabbed the middle and tapped the table lightly, and the pile of information became neat and tidy in an instant. He stuffed the information into the file bag. "Okay, go investigate the names I circled in red, and you will get the answers." The file bag was slapped heavily on Amuro Toru's chest, and he said lazily, "This is my attitude, please ask your boss to stop the boring temptation." "Okay." Amuro Toru handed the file bag to Kazami Yuya, "Eat something, the crab roe noodles this morning were not much, you must be hungry." Kitahara Yuki lowered his eyes and looked at the small bowl that was filled with food at some point, and raised his eyebrows. ——Amuro Toru avoided all wrong options and gave him the food he liked. Obviously, this result made Kitahara Yuki feel good, and he did not hesitate to praise, "Good insight." The current time is [13:02] and at [13:45], this dinner that was quite torturous for Kazami Yuya finally came to an end. Yuya Kazami packed up the documents as quickly as possible and bowed deeply to Kitahara Yuki to express his gratitude. After nearly stumbling three times, he finally left the apartment smoothly. Click - the crisp sound of a metal lock closing rang out. "By the way." Toru Amuro cleaned up the table and asked casually, "What time are you going out tomorrow afternoon?" "About half past five." Toru Amuro cast his eyes on Kitahara Yuki who was concentrating on eating. This time was the same as he had calculated. The address on the note was not far from the Trojan Apartment. The remaining half an hour was enough for Kitahara Yuki to rush over and deal with emergencies. The organization still has work to do tomorrow night. However - "Do you need me to give you a ride? I happen to be going to that address tomorrow." Kitahara Yuki looked up and looked at Amuro Toru suspiciously. After realizing that he could not tell the truth from the other party's words, he chose to agree. "Okay." Half an hour later. After seeing Amuro Toru off, Kitahara Yuki nestled in the sofa. The alkaline after a big meal stimulated the brain nerves and made him a little drowsy. After struggling to get up and taking a big sip of coffee, Kitahara Yuki opened the system panel and switched to the interface of Vest No. 3. [Vest No. 3: Shimizu Issu] [Shaping Value 0%] [Nationality: Japan] [Age: 28] [Intelligence: 80 (100 full)] [Strength: 100 (100 full)] [Agility: 80 (100 full)] [Spirit: 80 (100 full)] [Constitution: 95 (100 full)] Next to the character values ​​is Shimizu Issu's character picture. The black-haired young man in police uniform looked straight ahead, his eyes were deep and firm, his eyelashes were half-drooped, and a small faint shadow was cast on his lower eyelids. The figure hidden in the darkness was faintly sparse, making it difficult to see clearly, and only the stars behind could be seen. Kitahara Yuki's eyes lingered on Shimizu Issu's police uniform for a long time, and he poked the system. [I need an explanation, an explanation about Shimizu Issu's wearing a police uniform. 】 This obviously does not match what the system said at the beginning, that the background and skills require the "cognition" of the original character to obtain. However, the electronic voice continued to play dead. A minute later, Kitahara Yuki, who was sure that he would not get a response, closed the interface, emptied his mind, his eyes fell into the void, and his brain turned rapidly. Until dusk fell, darkness invaded the apartment, and bright lights suddenly fell into the night. [20:12] Kitahara Yuki stretched his back, and his bones, which had not moved for a long time, made a crackling sound. He put on his shoes, stood at the door and took a big breath of fresh air. The chill entered the alveoli with the breath, the receptors received the stimulation, and transmitted it to the brain, and the brain, which was working at high speed, returned to calm.

With an empty stomach growling with hunger, Kitahara Yuki walked down the stairs, glanced at the cars parked on the roadside, and knocked on the car window.

"Three police officers, I'm going downstairs to buy some coffee and won't go out. The weather is too cold, everyone go home and have a rest."

"Okay... okay." The young police officer's tongue was tied, his ears were red, and his light brown eyes reflected the receding figure of the black-haired young man.

——He's so handsome.

The young police officer held his heart and listened to the thumping sound that seemed to ring in his ears.

One hundred and ten beats per minute.

Maybe he should go to the hospital to check his heart.