Chapter 42
The Porsche 356A slowly stopped, and the sound of the tires rolling over the stones finally dissipated in his ears. Kitahara Yuki pulled Gin's sleeve and got out of the car carefully.
The flowing air made his somewhat chaotic mind blank for a moment, but it was soon washed away by the huge flow of information.
The vehicle drove north for about 50 minutes, and the last five minutes were on gravel roads.
The map of Japan slowly unfolded in Kitahara Yuki's mind, and the red circle belonging to the target was fixed in Nagano Prefecture.
"What are you doing in Nagano? Why are you in 7-Eleven?"
Gin stopped, ignoring Kitahara Yuki's inquisitive gaze, and said in a cold voice, "These are two questions. I thought you would know that I can only answer one question for you."
"Why are you in 7-Eleven?"
Kitahara Yuki, who was flexible and flexible, did not get an answer. He was grabbed by the collar and thrown on the sofa in the living room. The sense of crisis of losing his vision made him reach out his hands reflexively and grab something.
The thread-like touch was transmitted to the nerves, and the name of the object popped up in his mind in an instant - Gin's hair.
Oops, this is the scales of Mr. Killer.
"Let go."
Gin's voice was very calm, but Kitahara Yuki was quick to sense the anger that was brewing underneath. He quickly raised his hands and said, "Please calm down. You haven't answered my question yet."
"I thought you preferred the closest mysteries, but I didn't expect you to choose to ask me why I was in 7-11." Gin sneered, took a step back, and stared at Kitahara Yuki's out-of-focus eyes.
The dark eyes were a little empty, but it didn't prevent them from being very beautiful, of course, the premise was that the owner of these eyes didn't open his unyielding mouth.
"Don't act like you know me so well. Although 'Why did you come to Nagano' is a newer mystery than 'Why are you in 7-Eleven', the latter is obviously more complicated."
Kitahara Yuki leaned on the sofa, his right leg resting on his left knee. The excitement of solving the mystery made his feet shake unconsciously, and his dazzling white ankle suddenly hit the green eyes of Mr. Killer.
Gin sighed, took out an unlit cigarette and held it in his mouth, and looked away calmly.
"You came to 711 on purpose." Kitahara Yuki showed a confident smile on his face, "After all, there is no mafia man who is idle and hiding in the corner of the convenience store. The murderer didn't find you. You hid when he was not paying attention."
Silence spread in the safe house, and the sound of Vodka's breathing was particularly obvious in the silent space.
Kitahara Yuki tilted his head to "look", "Do you have any opinions?"
Vodka didn't, and didn't even dare to have any. He shrank his neck under Gin's gaze and asked flatteringly: "Brother, do you want to fill the bathtub with water?"
- Do you want to press his head into the bathtub?
Vodka rubbed his hands, a little eager to try.
Gin: ...
Kitahara Yuki: ...
The black-haired young man said to Gin in a serious tone: "Why did you like this guy so much that you asked him to be your younger brother?"
Gin did not answer, but glared at Vodka coldly, and the latter ran away with a look of intelligence.
"Continue." Gin sat down next to Kitahara Yuki. The suddenly sunken sofa made Kitahara Yuki, who lost his sight, a little unstable. He subconsciously stretched out his palms to support his side.
Kitahara Yuki did not speak at the first time. He licked his back teeth, his Adam's apple rolled, and imitated Gin to utter two words in a very low voice.
"Continue."
He could almost imagine the expression of Gin when he uttered these two words, his dark green eyes half-closed, and a sense of distance and indifference came over him.
Wow, so cool!
But he's not bad either, his rich knowledge of psychology makes him look like a brilliant prophet.
"You hid in the corner between the water cabinet and the shelf of daily necessities, which is a blind spot for surveillance and vision. But I suggest you don't hide there next time, the sales of daily necessities in residential areas at night are still good, which will make your exposure look a bit ridiculous."
The floor plan of 711 unfolded in Kitahara Yuki's mind, and the red line circled Gin's hiding place, and then quickly circled an area in the upper right corner of the floor plan - the corner between the water cabinet and the condiments.
This is the best hiding place. After all, the Trojan Apartments are mainly single apartments, and no office worker would have the leisure to cook at around 8:30 in the evening, and come to the hidden shelf to pick out the goods without seasoning.
"When did you find it?" Gin glanced at the corner of the coat that was pressed by Kitahara Yuki, and after a second of hesitation, he chose to ignore it. "
When I was checking out at the cashier, I glanced at the surveillance, and your silver hair was as dazzling as the moon in the night."
"Are you complimenting me?"
- His silver hair is indeed beautiful.
Gin glanced at Kitahara Yuki, who finally found the black windbreaker pressed by his palm, and his right hand unconsciously pinched the corner of the clothes, and was confused by Gin's sudden words, and the expression on his face was confused for a moment.
"What?"
"Nothing." Gin pulled back the corner of his clothes that was pinched by Kitahara Yuki, "So you dare to face the murderer alone?"
This question surprised Kitahara Yuki, and his hands rubbed the sofa unconsciously, "Do you think I'm the kind of lunatic who would risk his life to solve the mystery?" The
suspicious silence lasted for a full five seconds. Gin took a puff of the unlit cigarette. He could tell a lot of Kitahara Yuki's crazy achievements in one minute.
However, Kitahara Yuki obviously didn't think so.
"Even without using my eyes, I can tell what rude things you thought about during these five seconds of silence." Kitahara Yuki sneered, and his confident look made Gin subconsciously look at him twice more.
"However, I am not expecting your answer now. The loss of vision will reduce my judgment, and I can't distinguish the truth from the falsehood in your words. I look forward to meeting you after my vision is restored." A
quick sneer came from the side, followed by a long silence.
Until Vodka came to the living room, the footsteps from near to far gradually disappeared from the villa.
Gin left.
He opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He glanced at Amuro Toru in the driver's seat. The lighter clicked and a flame came out to ignite the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. A thin white smoke slowly rose.
"Warehouse No. 7, ten minutes."
The roar of the engine starting suddenly sounded, and the white car spun its tail and rushed out like an arrow from a bow.
The scene of rapid retreat was reflected in Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes. He quickly glanced at Gin's profile in the rearview mirror.
"I also have my own mission, and I need your assistance. You should have greeted me in advance instead of just treating me as a driver! Why didn't you let Vodka drive?"
Amuro Toru recalled the safe house he had just seen.
The distance from the Trojan Apartment to the safe house is about 50-60 minutes for an ordinary family car to drive, and Gin sent him an email at [21:51], asking him to drive here and wait.
A Porsche 356A was parked in the garage of the safe house, with traces of three people using it. Compared to Bourbon, Gin obviously trusts Vodka more, but he chooses to let Bourbon drive this time.
The probability of Vodka guarding Kitahara Yuki is 100%.
Kitahara Yuki is in the safe house.
Gin sneered, bent his fingers and knocked on the car window. A second later, the car window slowly dropped, and the cold wind rolled in mercilessly. "You don't have the power to choose the mission, but you can choose to obey or die."
"I choose to live."
Amuro Toru slightly exerted force on the steering wheel with his hands, and a quick and light sneer escaped from his throat. He exerted force on his right foot and instantly stepped on the accelerator. The front of
the white car rose up, flew out with a whoosh, and passed the railing in an instant.
The seat belt suddenly tightened, and the tension of nearly 500N suddenly restrained the body leaning forward. The dull pain in the back and shoulders drove Gin to pull out the Betrayal in one second and pressed it against Amuro Toru's temple without any hesitation.
"Are you looking for death?" Gin stared coldly at Amuro Toru, who showed a crazy smile, and pushed the Betrayal forward.
Amuro Toru's expression did not change, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He answered nonchalantly: "I said, I choose to live."
The depressing atmosphere enveloped the whole car until the sound of the mobile phone vibrating sounded.
Gin did not put down the gun, and used his other hand to take out the mobile phone in his pocket.
"Hello——"
[GIN, when can you arrive? You wasted my precious three minutes. ]
——The only woman who dares to talk to Gin like this is Bermode. Amuro Toru glanced at the phone with his peripheral vision. The caller's first letter was V.
It was indeed her.
What mission requires Gin and Bermode to participate together?
Oh, and now there's another him.
However, soon, Amuro Toru had no time to think about these, and the force on his temple increased a little.
Oh, Gin needs him to answer Bermode's question.
He said to the person on the other end of the phone in a frivolous tone: "It will take another two minutes."
[Is Bourbon here too? ]
"I don't like you repeating nonsense." Gin said coldly.
[Don't be so cold, I just think this mission has--]
"Shut up!"
Bermode's voice stopped abruptly, and Gin's suddenly raised voice stopped her in an instant.
Gin turned on the speaker, put away the Bur-Le-Too, and breathed lightly. The faint sound of electric current was clearly transmitted to his ears through the speaker.
- There is a listening device.
This conclusion appeared in the minds of Gin and Amuro Toru at the same time, and they both turned to look at each other.
Amuro Toru frowned and said, "I checked before I came here, and there was no listening device. The problem is with you."
The figure of Kitahara Yuki instantly appeared in Gin's mind. He had a cold face, his cold green eyes were half-closed, and his right hand touched the corner of his windbreaker.
A small round object appeared in his hand.
The only one who could stick the listening device in this position was Kitahara Yuki.
- It was on the sofa, when Kitahara Yuki was pressing the corner of his clothes.
When did the black-haired young man figure out that he had to leave to do the mission?
A sneer escaped from his throat, Gin's expression was indifferent, he crushed the eavesdropping device with his bare hands, and said to Bourbon: "Go and find out the reason why Kitahara Yuki was temporarily blind."
Amuro Toru frowned.
What does this mean?
Kitahara Yuki was blinded because he met Sugawa Rin?
Why did Gin suddenly want to check this?
What did he find out?
The huge mystery approached Amuro Toru, and he chose to break into the mystery.
"I need a reason. I am an intelligence officer, directly under Rum. You can let me help you complete the task, but you can't bypass Rum."
The Mazda stopped, Amuro Toru pulled out the key, leaned back in the chair with a relaxed expression, and his malicious eyes fell on Gin's gloomy face.
"You look distressed." Amuro Toru said in a hurried voice, watching Gin put the B.L.T. back on his waist again, and glanced at him coldly.
"Curiosity kills the cat, don't do unnecessary things." Gin decisively pushed open the car door, his boots stepping on the flat ground, "He placed a listening device on me, he should be punished."
For example, finding out Kitahara Yuki's little secret, this is a very good punishment. Gin recalled the scene at 711, the black-haired young man lost his vision after opening the curtain.
What did he see?
Obviously not Sugawa Rin.
Amuro Toru paused, his purple-gray eyes half closed.
Kitahara Yuki placed a listening device?
In that position, what posture did he use? Very close?
Oh, he took the initiative to leave with Gin.
Amuro showed a cold face. The disobedient psychology expert really needs to be severely punished.
"I know." Amuro raised his voice, "Gin, do you have any clues? You seem to know something."
Gin sneered, "Go check it yourself. If you can't even find out what happened today, there is no need for you to live. The organization does not keep waste and rats."