Chapter 44

"Mr. Furuya, they went to... the ninth floor."

The sound coming from the earphone was a little distorted. Amuro Toru took a deep breath and repeatedly replayed Kitahara Yuki's cold words in his mind.

[Due to the influence of dopamine, you want to go to bed with me]

[We can change places for the next communication. How about going to the ninth floor? I heard that the bed in this hotel is very soft]

Amuro Toru crushed the wine glass in his hand amidst the exclamation of Kazami Yuya. His half-closed eyelashes left a small shadow on his lower eyelids. The warm yellow light above his head passed through the transparent lampshade with glacier patterns and fell on Amuro Toru's face, which was raised at the corner of his mouth but without a smile.

When he looked at people with his eyes downcast, the fear that made his bones shiver made his heart tremble.

"Mr. Furuya." Kazami Yuya shrank his neck, the word "Run" screamed wildly in his mind, he even turned his face away, not daring to meet his boss's extremely cold eyes.

Help! Is his public security career going to end today!

"Kazami."

"Here--"

The fearless tone and deep bow brought Amuro Toru back to his thoughts, he calmly gave orders, "Go to the ninth floor, don't let Kitahara Yuki find out, find a chance to put the listening device on Irie Shinya, and report the situation at any time."

"Okay!" Kazami Yuya answered immediately, he dared to guarantee that his reaction speed at this moment was definitely 0.1 seconds faster than usual, but when he looked up, his boss was gone, only the slightly shaking security door was left.

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Ninth floor.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the excited Irie Shinya, then calmly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and recalled the information he had received when he entered the restaurant.

[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. ]

These messages were rolling back and forth in his mind with a strong sense of presence. At present, the second one has been cracked, and a certain public security officer is probably rushing to the ninth floor.

No, with Amuro Toru's sharpness, he can infer that he already knows the person who placed the stolen listening device, and he can also detect that he came to the ninth floor not for the so-called dopamine, but for another purpose.

So when the other party has a mission, he will let his subordinates come, and the subordinate he trusts is-Kazami Yuya.

Kitahara Yuki stared at the small window on the security door for a long time, until a figure flashed by, then he retracted his gaze and focused his thoughts on [9L12].

If 9L stands for the floor, 12 stands for the room number.

9012.

Found it!

Kitahara Yuki strode forward, straightened his collar which was a little crooked due to the large movements, and knocked on the door.

The euphoria of the mystery being solved made the corners of his mouth rise, and he could even endure the strong gaze from the side that could not be ignored.

"I...I! I will be gentle." Irie Shinya said cautiously.

Kitahara Yuki looked at Irie Shinya in confusion. Did he miss something? Why did the topic change so quickly?

What does gentle mean?

Creaky——

The door of 9012 opened and a man came out. Kitahara Yuki immediately kicked Irie Shinya out of his mind and carefully looked at the man in front of him. He

was between 35 and 40 years old, 176 cm tall, thin, with no signs of professional training on his body. The room as the background was clean and tidy, and the suitcases were placed neatly. He had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There was too little information, and he needed to enter the room to make an accurate profile.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Can I come in?"

The straightforward question made the gentleman stunned for two seconds. Irie Shinya reacted quite strongly and grabbed Kitahara Yuki's wrist. The scalding heat from their skin made Kitahara Yuki suspect that this guy was about to become a cooked lobster.

"What's the matter?"

The sudden physical contact made Kitahara Yuki switch from a questioning tone to a hostile one.

"I...I." Irie Shinya stammered, his voice tense, "Do you want three people?! Can you bear it? It's too exciting for the first time!"

So open?

What position should I use later?

Kitahara Yuki:? ?

It felt like a weird conversation between Di Renjie and Sherlock Holmes. He stopped his brain from running at high speed and recalled the information about Irie Shinya.

25 years old, no problem.

Is the generation gap between 20 and 25 years old so big now? He couldn't understand the other person's brain circuit at all.

"Get out of my head!" Kitahara Yuki frowned fiercely and licked the soft flesh next to his back teeth.

Taking a deep breath, regardless of the aggrieved expression of Irie Shinya, Kitahara Yuki took out the fake certificate that Hase Mitsuru had forged after the hospital incident, and shoved it in front of Mr. 9012.

"The police are investigating the case, please cooperate."

The man in 9012 hesitated for a moment and stepped aside to make room. The vacant space is very suitable for an adult male to pass through, and Kitahara Yuki quickly glanced at the other person. He

has a good sense of propriety and can respond calmly even in the face of unreasonable requests.

This gentleman comes from a wealthy family, has received higher education, has a good impression of the police, and the positions of the elders in his family are related to the police.

The details in the room once again confirmed Kitahara Yuki's profile, "You are frail, love animals, and come from a wealthy family. An elder in your family played a large role in your growth, which makes your sense of justice particularly strong."

Kitahara Yuki paused and glanced at the shocked man, "That elder is your mother, a dedicated public security police officer. She died in the line of duty a year ago..."

'Died in the line of duty.'

Kitahara Yuki swallowed the two words that were about to burst through his throat. The eyes of the gentleman in front of him were filled with sorrow and he couldn't bear to continue.

The overly strong emotions made Kitahara Yuki think of Amuro Toru for a moment.

What is that outstanding public security officer doing at this moment? Will he also die in the line of duty... one day?

The sudden thought was like a severe cold that strangled his throat. His throat became dry and tight in an instant. Kitahara Yuki frantically rubbed the brown shirt underneath his low-necked sweater. He unbuttoned the first button below his neck. He

took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, only then was he able to suppress his suddenly increased heartbeat.

One hundred and thirty beats per minute.

Maybe he should really do an electrocardiogram and a color Doppler ultrasound of the heart.

"You look very unwell."

Mr. 9012's voice called Kitahara Yuki back to his senses. He took the water handed to him and took a big gulp.

"Your current state is just like when I first learned that my mother died in the line of duty, and grief occupied my entire heart. Who did you just think of? Was it also your relative?"

No -

it was a very important friend.

Kitahara Yuki did not answer. He silently turned on his phone and edited the text message.

[I will not let this day have the chance to come - Kitahara Yuki]

"Sorry." Kitahara Yuki has an excellent ability to regulate emotions. His voice regained vitality again, and he patted Mr. 9012 who was silent in grief.

"I'm sorry to mention your sadness, but my friend will never die in the line of duty because he has a super psychology expert like me as his backer."

The last few words were harder than the clanging of stones, and the deafening sound made Shinya Irie, who was standing next to him, subconsciously exclaim "ah".

Kitahara Yuki looked over and paused for a second at the water stain on Shinya Irie's suit jacket, "Have you been out?"

"Yes." Shinya Irie explained, "Just now when you were in a daze, I went to the bathroom and smoked a cigarette. I didn't mean to leave and not participate in the three-person activity."

Irie's shy and anxious mood made Kitahara Yuki frown.

What is this guy thinking?

Why is his good reasoning ability and ability to see through people's hearts useless in front of Shinya Irie? Is this a disguise?

Or is Irie an extremely powerful psychology expert like him? Irie perfectly hides his thoughts.

This is impossible.

"Who cares about your explanation? You don't need to repeat something that can be seen at a glance."

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Shinya Irie coldly, sneered from his throat, and walked away from 9012.

Obviously, Mr. 9012 is not the thread to untie the ball of wool, and 9L does not stand for the 9th floor. What would it be?

The chaotic information gathered and separated in his mind again, but Yuya Kazami, who ran over quickly, disrupted Kitahara Yuki's thoughts.

"Mr. Kita, there's been a murder on the 5th floor."

Kitahara Yuki stopped, pulled Yuya Kazami's wrist and quickly turned to enter the elevator. He observed Yuya Kazami's expression in the reflection through the polished metal plate.

Anxious and guilty.

Oh, this expression is wrong. He can swear on his coffee tomorrow morning that Yuya Kazami has done something to let him down, so he showed a guilty and embarrassed expression when he looked at his back.

However, this is not the point now. Kitahara Yuki's eyes fell on the headset worn on Yuya Kazami's right ear again.

"This murder case has interfered with someone's mission. In order to solve the case as quickly as possible, he asked you to come to me. It seems that guy is busy now."

Knowing who the someone was in Kitahara Yuki's words, Kazami Yuya coughed awkwardly, "You are so smart."

The indicator light of the earphone flashed very quickly under Kitahara Yuki's gaze. Kitahara Yuki sighed, this tone of coaxing a child was particularly unpleasant.

"That guy asked you to say that."

Kazami Yuya froze for a moment.

This tone... is not even a question but an affirmation.

Kitahara Yuki obviously knows it, why do you ask him?

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "You are so understanding."

Kazami Yuya was a little numb. This familiar feeling of bickering with each other was obviously not directed at him, but at his own boss on the other side of the earphone.

Ahhh! I really want to throw the headset directly at Kitahara Yuki's face!

Why do you have to involve him, a hardworking office worker, in your quarrels with each other!

Kitahara Yuki smiled coldly, his eyes moving around on Yuya Kazami's rich expressions and body movements, "I'm talking to you as well. Do you feel guilty about me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuya Kazami's eyes quickly glanced at Shinya Irie who was quietly serving as a background board.

Kitahara Yuki frowned. Is this emotion related to Shinya Irie?

What did the police do to Shinya Irie that would affect him?

Surveillance? Investigation? Eavesdropping?

Ding -

the slowly opening elevator door interrupted Kitahara Yuki's thoughts.

Forget it! He doesn't care what the public security has done to the incompatible Shinya Irie, now he is going to solve the troubles that Toru Amuro has encountered.

The evil dragon is going to save his princess!