Chapter 41

Kitahara Yuki had not been to the 711 convenience store downstairs many times, but the similar layout of the chain stores made it easy for the psychologist who was good at reasoning to find the coffee shelf.

After sweeping all the black coffee into the hand basket, Kitahara Yuki came to the cashier.

The sound of slender fingers tapping on the wooden table quickly attracted the attention of the clerk. He came back to his senses and looked at the basket of black coffee in front of him with surprise.

"Please hurry." Kitahara Yuki picked up the sandwich on the shelf and put it in the basket. The hunger from his stomach caused his tone to be not very good, "Heat up the sandwich."

The clerk took it in a hurry and said hesitantly: "Okay...Okay!"

The dry and nervous voice made Kitahara Yuki look up, and his eyes fell on the panicked clerk in front of him.

With wrinkled eyebrows, biting his lower lip, and shaking hands, he was nervous and afraid.

Obviously, Kitahara Yuki, who had no muscles on his body and was alone, could not make a man with a height of 175cm, a weight of 90kg, and obvious muscular lines feel scared in terms of fighting power.

So -

"You know me and have watched my live broadcast some time ago. What are you afraid of me seeing?"

The interesting mystery was enough to make Kitahara Yuki stay. He took out a can of coffee from the basket and walked to the bar to sit down.

The spotlight above the head poured down, hitting the soft hair, leaving a faint shadow.

Snap -

the sound of opening the can was unusually clear in the suddenly quiet space. The metal ring fell on the table, making a dull snapping sound, stimulating the eardrum and creating a tense and oppressive feeling.

"Mr. Clerk, please include this can of coffee in your checkout." Kitahara Yuki quickly sent a text message on his phone.

[Come to 711--Kitahara Yuki]

I hope the three public security officers haven't left.

However, as subordinates of Amuro Toru, they should be as strict as their superiors. The probability that the three will wait for him to go upstairs before leaving is over 85%.

And it only takes one minute to walk from the apartment to 711.

Kitahara Yuki put his phone back in his pocket, crossed his legs, and said lazily: "Relax, one of you can beat three of me."

This truth obviously comforted the clerk a little. He retracted his outward toes and stood naturally with his legs. He even closed the door of the convenience store and hung up a sign saying it was temporarily closed.

Kitahara Yuki pulled the corners of his mouth, crossed his fingers into a tower, and sneered, "You look like you don't want me to leave."

"That depends on what you know."

The clerk pulled the curtain of the store, took off the outermost work clothes, folded up his sleeves, and made a gesture as if he was going to take action.

This action revealed a black sweater and a pair of black pants under the coat. There was a gray-white mark on the thigh of the pants that ran from the left leg to the right leg.

Not long ago, this clerk bent over and touched a strip of dusty object. This action would cause the clothes and pants to be stuck with dust at the same time, but the clerk's clothes were not covered with dust, which was unreasonable.

"This stain is very new. You got it after you started working." Kitahara Yuki pointed at the clerk's pants, "But you only changed your clothes, not your pants, which means you didn't change your clothes because of the dust."

- There are things on that piece of clothing that cannot be found, such as bloodstains, such as evidence.

Obviously, explaining and reasoning after this incident did not make Kitahara Yuki excited. He even felt a little bored, and the whole person exuded a sense of laxity.

He took another sip of coffee, ready to say more and delay time.

"The time is 20:31 now. I haven't eaten for 7 hours. I think the clerk can help me heat up the sandwich."

The clerk: ...

The customer didn't feel that he was being held hostage. He pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a standard sneer, "Why should I listen to you."

Kitahara Yuki looked at him in surprise, "I thought you had watched the live broadcast and would know how crazy I am. You may not know that I will do some terrible things when I am hungry."

The clerk recalled the customer's action of jumping directly off the airship, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the sound of swallowing saliva was particularly loud. He obediently heated the sandwich and handed it to Kitahara Yuki, "Please have it."

He even used honorifics.

"You are so polite." Kitahara Yuki looked strange.

Obviously, the compliment did not make the clerk smile happily. His expression was even distorted, and his hands were clenched into fists, but he managed to hold back by his will.

"You look like you want to hit me." Kitahara Yuki faced the other party's eyes that wanted to hit him, and ate the sandwich bite by bite.

Three minutes later, Kitahara Yuki, who was stuck at the clerk's endurance limit, moved his mouth, "You are between 30 and 35 years old, single and living alone, you don't like cleanliness, and you have just been released from prison. Obviously, you are not adapted to the current life."

"You finally found this job, but because of some things, you didn't control your emotions well. Today you did something that you regret very much, but in order not to repeat the same mistake, you plan to get rid of me who knows everything."

The store is fully stocked with goods, and the shelves are clean and dust-free, indicating that the business is in good condition. And in this area, there will not be only one clerk at the peak of consumption [20:35].

He killed the clerk who disappeared.

However, the clerk in front of him did not attack him directly, but endured for ten minutes.

Why?

Kitahara Yuki's eyes swept across the clerk's face full of anger and resentment, and finally fell on the other's clenched fist.

"It's obvious that you are enduring. But you have to endure it." Kitahara Yuki paused, frowned and said: "You want to know how I found out about you, and then found the loopholes in the whole murder case, avoided the loopholes, and escaped from the disaster of prison."

"You are so smart." The clerk complimented insincerely.

"Your idea is really strange. This is the first time I found that my reasoning is useful in this way." The slightly rising tone and sarcastic tone made the nervous clerk's hands tremble.

Is he afraid?

No, he is excited.

With a criminal record, he thinks that killing a clerk who cannot resist is not challenging, and killing a highly intelligent and arrogant genius will satisfy his desire for conquest.

The blood of the disappeared clerk stimulated him again. He was unwilling to be an ordinary person without a name. He enjoyed blood and excitement.

Oh, the clerk's nervousness at first was not because of fear, but because of excitement. He enjoyed the process of his prey going from confidence to fear.

"Mr. Clerk, your expression now tells me that you don't care about the murder loophole, you want to kill me directly." Kitahara Yuki looked around and finally stopped at the warehouse door on the left rear.

If the organs on the necks of the three police officers who received his text messages were not damaged, they would not choose to break through the front door. According to the layout of the house here, there will be two windows in the warehouse.

Obviously, in the current situation, that position is an excellent breakthrough point.

- Need to get close to it!

"You seem like a prophet who knows everything." The corners of the clerk's lips curled up on both sides, and his lips were tightly closed. It was a very typical smirk.

"I don't like the criminals' praise," Kitahara Yuki took his coffee and moved to his destination calmly.

"By the way, you rice flower citizens are really interesting. Look, the grinning expression you just made can be used as a model for a professional book on micro-expressions."

"My honor." The clerk smiled and took three steps to the right. He squatted down, made a gesture of pulling something out, and then put his right hand behind his back.

The flash of cold light and the tense muscles of the other party made Kitahara Yuki alert for a moment. The information that kept pouring into his brain told him that the clerk was about to take action.

According to the test of eating the sandwich just now, this guy's patience is only three minutes, and 2 minutes and 29 seconds have passed since he told the guy's purpose.

There are only 31 seconds left.

"Relax." Kitahara Yuki raised his hands. The surrender posture can magnify the controller's desire for control, thus causing some negligence, big or small, due to arrogance.

His eyes swept across the other's bulging biceps. Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, and a feeling of dying came over him.

Why haven't the three public security officers come yet! He has even delayed for ten more minutes, but there was no movement in the warehouse.

Three seconds later, Kitahara Yuki no longer hesitated. He suddenly jumped up and ran towards the warehouse door. The tearing sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air sounded behind his head. He could almost imagine the miserable appearance of his brain exploding.

Bang -

the sound of the bullet entering the flesh mixed with the smell of gunpowder forced its way into Kitahara Yuki's brain.

"Ah!"

It was the clerk's scream!

Without looking back, Kitahara Yuki pulled open the warehouse door and nimbly got in.

The surging adrenaline made him tremble slightly. He recalled the sound and angle of the bullet and could guess -

"No, I can't guess the model of the gun. Guns are banned in my country, and I know very little about guns."

There was a subtle feeling that he never thought he would lose in such a place.

Dongdong -

there was a knock on the door.

"Come out."

It was not the clerk's voice, nor the voice of the three public security officers.

Kitahara Yuki frowned, glanced at the body of the disappeared clerk in the warehouse, gently opened the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was the other party's iconic long silver hair.

He looked up and saw Gin with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Why are you here?" Kitahara Yuki's eyes quickly swept over the body of the clerk lying on the ground. He was shot in the heart and died in one shot. The strong smell of blood made him almost vomit.

He turned his face away at Gin's sneer, took two quick steps to distance himself from the corpse, opened the curtain, and the snowflakes in the sky instantly hit his dark eyes.

Oops! The snow blindness debuff was still hanging on his head.

For a moment, there was only redundant white in front of his eyes, and his hearing and touch began to automatically compensate. He heard a very slight noise coming from behind.

It was the three public security officers.

If they knew, it would be the same as Amuro Toru knowing. They must not be allowed to know his current blind state. Amuro Toru will be very angry and difficult to appease.

Without any hesitation, Kitahara Yuki grabbed some piece of fabric on Gin's body and 'looked' at Gin with his out-of-focus eyes.

"Take me away."

A sneer came from above, and the extremely aggressive smell of tobacco invaded his nose. When Kitahara Yuki came to his senses, he had already left 711 and was stuffed into a car.

"Drive."

"Okay, big brother."

Finally, it was the sound of vodka. Kitahara Yuki reflexively touched the seat - leather.

And the strong smell of cigarettes, he was in Gin's Porsche.

"You can't see again?"

The warm breath sprayed on the ear, stimulating the brain. Kitahara Yuki quickly calculated and came to a conclusion - the distance between them was between 1-3cm.

Too close!

Gin wanted to use the method of invading the intimate distance to give him pressure in his heart?

Has this guy not given up the idea of ​​winning over him spiritually?

***

It was at [21:01] that Toru Amuro got the news that Kitahara Yuki was missing.

He came to the 711 downstairs of the Trojan Apartments. The two bodies in miserable death made him look very bad. He glanced at the three subordinates standing in front of him with a cold face.

"At what time did Kitahara Yuki send you a text message?" Toru Amuro

loosened his neat tie, straightened his expression, and answered himself, "20:29, but you arrived at the scene at 20:59. As public security officers, you should know the distance from the Trojan Apartments to the 711."

The room was silent, and the breathing sounded like the heavy whirring sound of a broken bellows.

"One minute. It only takes one minute to walk from Trojan Apartment to 711, but it took us thirty minutes." The huge mistake bent the spine of the young public security officer. He clenched his fists, and the blue veins on them were faintly visible.

The older public security officer took a step forward under his superior's cold gaze and said nonchalantly, "It was Kitahara Yuki who asked us to go back first. He said he would go upstairs after buying things."

Amuro Toru took a deep breath, narrowed his purple-gray eyes slightly, uttered a short sneer, and came to the cashier.

"So, you went back without making sure that Kitahara Yuki was safe upstairs. Are you stupid?" Amuro Toru turned on the surveillance and said sullenly, "Go back and copy the police manual ten times."

The surveillance stopped at 20:26, and Gin stepped into 711.

At 20:28, Kitahara Yuki entered 711.

At 20:57, the clerk attacked Kitahara Yuki, and Gin killed the clerk.

At 20:59, the black-haired young man grabbed Gin's sleeve, looked at him, and said something.

Amuro Toru zoomed in and moved the mouse back and forth to adjust the time.

According to his lip movements, he said - take me away.

Amuro Toru: ...

Very good, Kitahara Yuki has become more capable!