Chapter 43

Kitahara Yuki, who was at the center of the conversation, was now staying in the room obediently under Vodka's wary gaze.

The black-haired young man suddenly leaned back, and his slender legs wrapped in black trousers were casually crossed, revealing his round ankles with very little pigmentation. His bony hands gently rested on the armrest of the brown sofa, revealing a hint of indifference and laziness.

"Calm down, although I can't see your expression, but the way you look like you want to eat me makes me feel very stressed."

Kitahara Yuki lost interest in talking because of the emotions that could be sensed by touch. He even only needed to mobilize a small part of his brain cells to get the answer.

Gin told Vodka to keep an eye on him.

The eavesdropping device was discovered.

Vodka swallowed his saliva very quickly, his pupils reflected Kitahara Yuki who showed no trace of stress, and he thought of the text message that big brother Gin sent him a minute ago.

[Don't let him leave your sight, don't let him take away your thoughts - GIN]

In this case, he needs to take the initiative.

"Don't play tricks!" Vodka lowered his voice and waved the Kura in his hand viciously, trying to scare the restless Kitahara Yuki.

However, a second later he remembered that the other party was temporarily blind, and he withdrew Kura.

Can't handle it, miss big brother.

Honest Vodka hesitated for a moment and decided to briefly close his mouth, took off his sunglasses, and stared at Kitahara Yuki.

This sight is hard to ignore. Kitahara Yuki tilted his head and asked in confusion: "You want to stare at me like this all night? Who gave you the advice? Your smart brain?"

The quiet air gave Kitahara Yuki the answer. He held his breath, frowned slightly, and had to admit that the stupid method was extremely useful.

"You are more obedient than Hello."

"Who is Hello?" Vodka leaned forward, and the black-haired young man gnashed his teeth almost undetectably, which aroused his curiosity more than the mission in the organization.

"A dog raised by Bourbon."

Vodka choked and stepped back instantly.

He shouldn't have asked this question!

In the end, Vodka had dark circles under his eyes and remained alert, staring at Kitahara Yuki, who was sleeping properly, all night.

Facts have proved that sleeping psychologists look much easier to get along with. However, this thought only lasted until the next day [17:00], when Kitahara Yuki took Vodka to the Porsche 356A.

"Let's go to Nagata Restaurant in Tokyo. And if you dare to stare at me like this for a day and a night, I will make you afraid to see the sun the next morning."

Kitahara Yuki crossed his arms across his chest, expressing his unwillingness to have a deeper conversation through strong body language.

Vodka's eyes wandered, and he prepared himself mentally to meet Kitahara Yuki's cold eyes after he had recovered his sight. He started the car and stepped on the accelerator, "You don't look well rested."

The light blue color under the porcelain white skin was so conspicuous that it was hard to ignore.

So white, how can it be so white.

But -

he looks like he wants to eat me.

Eating people is against the law!

Big brother, help me!

The black Porsche was speeding on the highway, and the tires made a slight clicking sound as they pressed over the fallen leaves. The scenery outside the car window changed from Nagano to Tokyo after 40 minutes of rotation, and finally stopped at a ten-story building.

"We have arrived at the destination. The Nagata restaurant you are going to is at--"

Vodka's voice stopped abruptly, and a restaurant floor plan saved in his mobile phone suddenly entered his field of vision. He looked at the owner of the phone, Kitahara Yuki, and opened and closed his mouth, swallowing the words that were about to rush out of his throat.

"On the fifth floor." Kitahara Yuki noticed Vodka's gaze.

The floor plan of Nagata Restaurant is not something that needs to be hidden. He moved his phone openly and turned the screen towards Vodka, "You look surprised."

Vodka did not answer immediately, but thought about it. After making sure that he had not offended Kitahara Yuki in any way, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He said dryly: "I didn't expect that I had to take a look at the floor plan of the restaurant before having a meal. You look very insecure."

This is not as simple as having a meal.

Kitahara Yuki sneered, and his attention was on what Vodka said, "You look very insecure."

This sentence, which sounded like a psychological inference, obviously did not match the honest Vodka.

Kitahara Yuki tried, "Have you read a lot of psychology books?"

An embarrassed and puzzled expression flashed across Vodka's face.

Kitahara Yuki sneered and said firmly: "Gin has read a lot of psychology books, and you peeked at a few pages when you were next to him."

"It can't be considered peeking." Vodka, whose eyes were wandering, defended himself without confidence.

"Tell Gin not to waste time reading these things. If he needs them, he can ask me for a list of books. Any book I recommend is more useful than the 100 books he has read."

Kitahara Yuki opened the car door and looked back at Vodka, who was stiff and embarrassed.

Vodka looked extremely scared.

This emotion was directed at Gin.

He didn't dare to tell this sentence.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The voice of the male waiter drew Kitahara Yuki's attention back. He closed the car door and walked towards the building, "I need to go to Nagata Restaurant."

Ding--

the elevator door opened, and the waiter went in first, considerately stretching out his arm to block the elevator door. After Kitahara Yuki came in, he pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The waiter was respectful and did his job conscientiously, introducing the building in a serious manner.

"Sir, the fifth floor of Nagata Building is a restaurant, the floors above the fifth are hotels, the second floor is a gym, the third floor is a game area, and the fourth floor has a super large swimming pool. There is a pool party at 8 o'clock tonight. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

Kitahara Yuki nodded slowly, instinctively analyzing the courteous and thoughtful waiter in front of him.

The expression was normal, the movements were normal, nothing special.

After getting out of the elevator, he took Kitahara Yuki to another restaurant waiter.

The black-haired young man withdrew his gaze and looked at the space in front of him.

The restaurant, which only had a few empty tables, showed from the side how delicious Kitahara Yuki's food was. The sound of dishes colliding with the muffled voices of people talking, with huge information impacting the brain.

Kitahara Yuki was immersed in the redundant information.

In the vast ocean, the aftermath of the waves hit the island called the Memory Palace.

"Have you tied your red tie?"

"Ahhh, I met a super hot waiter! Let's go get his contact information."

"9L12."

"Pool party... don't... be disappointed."

"Sir!" The waiter's voice suddenly rose, instantly pulling Kitahara Yuki back from the mystery. The black-haired young man's return to his senses made him breathe a sigh of relief, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Kitahara Yuki was stunned for a moment before realizing that he didn't know the name of the Ginza waiter.

However, this is not a big problem. It

is not a difficult thing to deduce on the spot.

Kitahara Yuki slowly took out the note stuffed in his pocket.

[Tomorrow night at 6:00, Nagata Restaurant, see you there. ]

He shook the note, making a whistling sound, and the faint scent of cologne penetrated into his nose.

Cologne, will add some animal fragrance, such as musk. In nature, male musk deer will attract the opposite sex with the musk in the sachet.

Usually, in some bold social occasions, men who spray cologne are often related to hunting and sex.

The word "tomorrow" and the obvious traces of long-term carrying on the note told Kitahara Yuki that this was a premeditated meal.

The current appearance of the Ginza waiter instantly appeared in his mind.

"25-year-old male, height between 178-180cm, wearing a modified and decent suit, with a faint scent of cologne. He is waiting for someone, his expression is excited and anxious, and there is a bouquet of roses on the table."

"Ah! It's Mr. Irie from table 15."

With the restaurant waiter's voice not yet completely falling and the surprised gaze, Kitahara Yuki pulled out the chair opposite Irie and sat down slowly under the other party's expectant gaze.

"Hello." Kitahara Yuki greeted politely, sitting upright, and when his dark eyes stared at you seriously, there was a sense of delusion of deep affection.

Irie Shinya nervously grasped the tableware on the table, his voice tightened, and his Adam's apple quickly rolled back to its original position.

"Hello... what would you like to eat? My name is Shinya Irie, and I haven't introduced myself yet. Would you like... a cup of coffee?"

The wrong word order made Kitahara Yuki take a closer look at the stuttering Shinya Irie. He noticed the sweat stains on the silver tableware that the other party had just put down.

There are many reasons why humans sweat profusely, but Shinya Irie was obviously nervous.

Mr. Mystery looked nervous to death.

This won't do. Shinya Irie's current state will result in a large amount of information loss.

Kitahara Yuki bent his fingers and knocked on the table. The dong-dong sound instantly attracted Shinya Irie's attention. He softened his expression, and his soothing voice dispelled the tension very well.

"Italian condensed, anything else is fine."

He took off his coat, revealing a low-necked beige sweater underneath. The light color softened his facial lines, making him look like a gentle and polite young master.

"Okay... okay." Irie Shinya quickly glanced at Kitahara Yuki, whose eyebrows were gentle, and held his breath, blushing as he confirmed the order with the waiter.

"I'm glad you can keep the appointment today. I don't know your name yet."

"Kitahara Yuki."

The lazy tone was like a small hook, strongly moving the heartstrings. Irie Shinya almost forgot to breathe, and there was only Kitahara Yuki in his light brown eyes.

"It's nice to meet you. I've always remembered you. You look very special, like a dazzling diamond, and I can hardly take my eyes off you."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, Irie Shinya even forgot to blink.

However, the other person's expression did not match his profile. Was

his reasoning wrong? Could it be that the person sitting in front of him was not Mr. Mystery, but that the other person, driven by the secretion of dopamine, did something that was difficult for him to understand?

This was really not good news.

Kitahara Yuki frowned, his tone indifferent, "On December 13, at 11:13, in Ginza, you sent me a signal. After clarifying your intentions towards me, I checked the information. Men and men can indeed be together. Based on the influence of dopamine, do you want to go to bed with me?"

The serious way he spoke made people feel that any thought that was wrong would be a blasphemy to the other person.

However, the overly straightforward words made Shinya Irie's head red. Kitahara Yuki could even see the hot steam coming out of the other person's head, like a ripe rotten tomato, with sticky juice dripping onto his hands. At

the same time, a gasp sounded beside him. Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the sound and saw a waiter with a strange expression and kept coughing.

A sense of familiarity suddenly surged in his heart, and Kitahara Yuki stared at the waiter for a long time. The other party's seemingly secretive cover-up was useless in front of him, and the traces of official training were clearly laid out in front of him.

He knew him? Who was it? Someone from Shinya Irie?

Not like it.

The waiter controlled his expression and brought the coffee. The dark brown liquid in the porcelain white coffee cup shook slightly, creating ripples.

Kitahara Yuki stretched out his hand to touch the wall of the cup, and the chill from his fingertips told him that this cup of espresso was iced.

This didn't make sense. Unless he asked for ice, the espresso was usually warm, and the customer would be given a glass of ice water to clear the taste of other food in the mouth.

They knew his habits so well, and there were traces of official training.

It was the public security.

Three seconds later, Kitahara Yuki took a big sip of coffee and said to Irie Shinya: "Are you shy? But your previous expression and behavior told me that you are not an introvert."

"I... I just don't know how to reply. You should understand that even the most open-minded people will shrink back in front of someone they like."

Irie Shinya still had a red face. He rubbed his hands awkwardly, as if he suddenly thought of something. He stood up abruptly and raised the beautifully wrapped red rose on the table. He looked like a daredevil carrying a cannon and ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

"For you."

The rich floral scent instantly invaded his nose, and the close distance made Kitahara Yuki instinctively lean back.

Obviously, the other party could not read the resistance in his actions, and even quickly placed the bouquet on the table in front of him.

"I don't need it." Kitahara Yuki took the bouquet away, but paused the next second, and raised his eyebrows very quickly, "Where did you buy this bouquet?"

"A very popular flower shop in Ginza."

Kitahara Yuki opened the petals, and the sticky juice climbed onto his fair skin. He stared at the hidden eavesdropping device for three seconds, and then turned to observe the unpleasant bouquet.

Ordinary wrapping paper, ribbons that can be seen everywhere, roses that are nothing wrong, and simple packaging techniques.

Obviously, a highly acclaimed flower shop needs some characteristics, and they will not make such ordinary bouquets.

The guy who stole the eavesdropping device replaced Shinya Irie's bouquet. He knew him very well and was deeply wary of him, so he chose the most conventional bouquet to prevent him from seeing anything.

The answer was in the familiar feeling in his throat that drove him to look up. Kitahara Yuki and the waiter who was serving the dishes met each other's eyes. Kitahara Yuki's evasive eyes and momentary stiff reaction were easily captured by Kitahara Yuki.

Oh, the guy who stole the eavesdropping device and this waiter are in cahoots.

Someone with blond hair and dark skin?

Then scare this guy——

"I like this bouquet of flowers very much. Maybe we can go to another place for the next communication. How about going to the ninth floor? I heard that the beds in this hotel are very soft."

Kitahara Yuki said this to Irie Shinya, but his eyes stayed on the abnormal waiter.

Sure enough, the other party burst into a violent coughing in the next second.

His acting skills are too poor, not even one-tenth of his boss's.

Go back and have another acting training.

With a sneer, Kitahara Yuki suddenly pulled Irie Shinya over and walked towards the elevator. Behind them came a suppressed cry and the sound of something falling.

"We've been... discovered! What... should I do?"