Chapter 45

Mr. Princess was wearing waiter's clothes. The tight black vest outlined the slender but powerful muscle lines of Toru Amuro, which suddenly ran into the eyes of Kitahara Yuki who was walking towards him.

He subconsciously squeezed one of his abdominal muscles, and the soft touch under his hands made him feel like he had lost.

With a click of his tongue, Kitahara Yuki stopped on the right side of Amuro Toru, "You look like you need help."

The narrow tone made Amuro Toru's muscles tense, and after a moment, he put on a gentle smile, as if he was law-abiding and helpful. good citizen.

"Mr. Bei, are you having dinner here? It was a real shock. I just went to the bathroom and found a dead body."

"Oh, you are in trouble."

Ha, great acting skills, The waiter just now was not on the same channel.

He was sure that no matter which country the undercover agent was from, there would definitely be a course on acting, and Amuro Toru must be the best among them.

The outstanding graduate Amuro Toru nodded helplessly, and he remained calm. Stay away from entering the river and be careful. After making sure that Kitahara Yuki had caught up, he lowered his voice and whispered, "Solve this case within 30 minutes."

"Oh, so your bottom line is 40 minutes."

"Don't show off your skills to me now. "You have a smart mind. I know you know me very well."

The word "show off" shows that Kitahara Yuki's reasoning is correct. However, this time he did not feel the pleasure of having the right to speak. Amuro's persuasive gaze was like a hot iron, burning him. The white skin was covered with traces of blood.

This look at a child was unexpectedly unpleasant.

"Don't look at me like that." Beiyuan's voice was very low, not much louder than the sound of a mosquito flying by.

"What?"

Kitahara Yuki pushed away Amuro Toru's face that suddenly approached him and said dryly, "Okay, I will solve this case as soon as possible. How about ten minutes--"

The last word was stuck in his throat. The two gazes behind him were too much to ignore.

Kitahara Yuki turned around and saw Irie Shinya's eyes moving back and forth between him and Amuro Toru. He was tying up a corner of his suit, looking ready to fight at any time

. The honest public security officer saw Yuya Kazami who was suppressing the other party with his arm, and stared straight at his and Toru Amuro's shoulders.

"Is there something on my face and shoulder?" Kitahara Yuki turned to ask Amuro Toru, "Their gazes and expressions are so strange."

"Nothing."

Amuro Toru felt the warm touch of his shoulder, his eyes wandering In an instant, three words came out of his lips unconsciously.

He took a deep breath and pulled back his thoughts that were heated by human body temperature. He

restrained his body and took a step back, increasing the distance between the two of them. The young man's handsome yet puzzled face suddenly collided with the purple-gray pupils.

"Ignore them, they can't follow your thoughts, don't analyze their thoughts."

"Then let's go solve the case? This case must be very interesting. After all, it's a case that requires you to ask for my help. Such opportunities are rare. Poor thing."

"Are you complimenting me?"

This question was not easy for Kitahara Yuki to answer. Amuro Toru got the answer after seeing the other party's red ears. The corners of his mouth quickly raised and then pursed into a straight line. He tried his best to control his facial muscles and took Kitahara Yuki to the crime scene. However, the two big men behind him were arguing in a low voice, which made Kitahara Yuki

turn his head subconsciously.

On Xing's cheek, he stabilized his restless head.

This action happened in an instant. Before Kitahara Yuki could even react, he noticed the bulge on his cheeks. He was sure that his bulging cheeks looked like an extremely angry pufferfish.

"What are you doing?" Kitahara Yuki said in a very imposing manner . The roar was broken due to the posture, and the tone of the voice that sounded like a spoiled child made Amuro Toru's eyes wander.

"Don't look back, they will pollute your brain."

Kitahara Yuki: ???

Opening Amuro Toru's hand, Kitahara Yuki stared at the unreasonable troublemaker. The blond policeman looked at you for three seconds and said, "You look strange. But it doesn't matter. With me here, there is nothing that can't be solved."

The confident words reminded Toru Amuro of the incident not long ago when he heard the eavesdropping device. The cold voice of the black-haired young man came from inside.

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

The deep voice is like Cupid's arrow . It instantly penetrated the heart and took away Amuro Toru's ability to organize language, and it took him a long time to recover.

Kitahara Yuki looked back at the stunned Amuro Toru.

The blond policeman seemed to be frightened by his confidence!

In this case, let him solve it in three minutes. The case, and give the other party some more intellectual shock.

Kitahara Yuki stepped forward quickly, patted Takagi Wataru on the shoulder, took out the work notes in his hand while the other party was stunned, and read them regardless of the other party's exclamation

. Harada Kazujo, male, 39 years old, height 174cm, member of the Mud Ginseng Association, cause of death: abdominal gunshot and excessive blood loss. There was a bloody '8' next to the body, which seemed to be a death message left by the deceased.]

Haha, this thing is not as useful as him taking a look at the scene. Kitahara Yuki snapped the black notebook shut and glanced at the excitement waiting beside him. This guy is the younger generation that Amuro Toru has high hopes for.

Would it be bad to scold him directly?

Putting the note heavily on Takagi Shigeru's chest, Kitahara Yuki said lazily: "You did a good job. Keep up the hard work and lead I'll go see the body."

Takagi Shizu hurriedly took it, and his expression of joy was visibly difficult to control because of the compliment. He tilted his head and chuckled, and after meeting Kitahara Yuki's eyes, he instantly returned to being a reliable policeman. Lead him to the scene.

The body was lying on the bathroom floor. Kitahara took a quick look and tilted his head slightly, processing the information quickly.

"The suspect is between 170 and 175cm tall and weighs between 70 and 75kg. Occupation or hobby related to sports."

Kitahara Yuki paused, "Is the red tie tied?" This sentence suddenly popped into his mind. He looked at the body again, the suit with excellent texture and the abrupt red socks. And the wooden cocoon on the other person's palm.

The deceased met someone in the bathroom, and the meeting signal was a red object.

"Mr. Bei, how did you come to this conclusion?" Takagi Wataru humbly asked for advice.

However, no matter how earnestly Kitahara Yuki pleaded, he was not interested in explaining, but——

"For Amuro's sake, you are an exception."

Amuro Tou beside him tilted his head and his eyes stayed on the fingers of Kitahara Yuki's right hand for a second.

The tip of his thumb gently rubbed the corner of his shirt, which was the most common little action Kitahara Yuki made when he was shy.

What was he shy about?

Because he said that sentence with a cold face?

"Ahem." Kitahara Yuki cleared his throat and pointed at three men not far away and said to Takagi Wataru, "These three are suspects, please ask them to come over. In addition, it is difficult to explain how I deduced the suspects."

Kitahara Yuki paused, "This involves physics and mathematics. According to the height of the deceased, as well as the height and depth of the wound, the weight and height range of the suspect can be deduced. You should have learned this in the police academy."

"Maybe you can consult your teachers. They should prefer the job of teaching and educating people, and I am not suitable for it."

The rest is related to psychology. Kitahara Yuki knew that Officer Takagi looked dull and could not master psychology in a few years.

"Okay, the teaching time is over, let's start solving the case."

As soon as he said this, Takagi Shige went to negotiate with the three suspects. While no one was paying attention, Kitahara Yuki came to Amuro Toru's ear and spoke very quickly.

"I know Takagi Shige is a junior you value, otherwise I wouldn't have explained it to him."

- Kitahara Yuki was asking for credit, he wanted a reward. This conclusion suddenly entered Amuro Toru's mind, he suppressed the smile on his lips and asked: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Crystal shrimp dumplings!"

The quick and urgent voice rang in his ears, and Amuro Toru could even hear the other party swallowing his saliva.

He is really easy to understand.

"Okay. How about another cup of espresso?"

Of course it would be great! Kitahara Yuki nodded reservedly. He couldn't wait to see the sun the next day. After taking the black coffee handed to him by Takagi Wataru, he felt even better.

"This is a thank you gift. I asked Conan, and he said you like espresso and black coffee. There are only canned black coffee here for now."

Kitahara Yuki took a big sip of coffee and suddenly understood why Amuro Toru valued this junior. He patted Takagi Wataru on the shoulder and said, "You are very good."

Ignoring the smirking Takagi Wataru, Kitahara Yuki stepped forward and said to the three suspects with unfriendly faces, "Gentlemen, please introduce yourselves within 30 seconds. I'm in a hurry."

The three looked at each other.

The man on the left spoke first, "I'm Hirohashi Hachiro, you treat me as a suspect, don't be ridiculous, I have no reason to kill anyone, is this how you police handle cases?"

Avoiding his gaze, covering his face with his hands, shaking his shoulders, this guy's little movements are too many to ignore.

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "You are the suspect who is least likely to lie that I have ever met. You and the deceased have a deep conflict, and you want to kill him. The death signal '8' left by the deceased accidentally matches your name."

However, the murderer is not this guy.

The micro-expression of the criminal after killing did not appear on this gentleman's face.

Ignoring Hirohashi Hachiro's ugly and easy-to-understand expression, Kitahara Yuki turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing in the middle.

"I am Jizo Fukaya. Officer, please believe me. I didn't kill anyone. There is no 8 in my name. I am definitely not the murderer."

His voice was slightly tense, but it was within the normal range. After all, ordinary people would always feel nervous when being questioned by the police.

"Who is the murderer? Your words don't count." Kitahara Yuki took a step back. This position allowed him to better observe Jizo Fukaya's movements and expressions.

His line of sight went from Jizo Fukaya's head to his toes, and finally stopped at his red socks. The number 8 was embroidered on the side of the socks.

"Mr. Fukaya has a very special taste. It's rare to see a man wearing red socks in ordinary occasions."

Jizo Fukaya reflexively retracted his feet, and his face was stiff for a second.

"I... I like red."

Suspicious pause and surprised expression.

Jizo Fukaya didn't notice the color of the socks?

Kitahara Yuki smiled and looked at the last suspect.

"I am Yuya Fukaya." The 173-cm-tall man took a step back and hid behind Jizo Fukaya. "My father and I have an alibi. We have always been together. We are not the murderer."

The suspect's confession of "I am not the murderer" is the same as "You have no evidence", which has almost become the standard of the murderer.

But Kitahara Yuki will not confirm the murderer for this simple reason.

Kitahara Yuki, who knew the whole process, looked gloomy, and his adrenaline suddenly dropped. He took a big gulp of coffee to suppress the gap between excitement and boredom.

He lowered his voice and asked Amuro Toru, "Who do you think is the murderer?"

Amuro Toru pondered for a moment, "... Fukaya Yuya."

"Correct answer, but no reward." Kitahara Yuki turned the coffee can upside down, made sure there was no liquid, and stuffed it into the trash can. "Obviously, you figured out the murderer not much slower than me.

You even know the suspect better than me, and you knew the murderer through conventional reasoning before me. In this case, your purpose of asking me for help is not to solve the case."

Kitahara Yuki's eyes stayed on the red tie on Fukaya Yuya's neck for two seconds. "Is it because Fukaya Yuya contacted the deceased? They were going to exchange something? Your goal was that thing, but you didn't find it."

Amuro Toru felt that sometimes it was tiring to praise a person's intelligence many times. He loosened the bow tie around his neck and looked at Kitahara Yuki with shining eyes.

The black-haired young man was like a shining jewel, and he could easily attract his attention anytime and anywhere.

"Go on." Amuro said calmly.