Chapter 46

"The deceased was a member of the U.S. conference. The fact that he was a member of the Black Gang immediately reminded me of the organization. I am more inclined to believe that this was a mission assigned to you by the organization. The thing that the murderer and the deceased traded was related to the organization.

When we had dinner yesterday, you also said that you had a mission in Nagata Building tonight. But with the involvement of Kazami Yuya, your mission became that you prevented yourself from completing the organization's mission."

Kitahara Yuki paused, and he repeated in his mind [You prevented yourself from completing the organization's mission].

This mission is really difficult to understand, and it unexpectedly fits the three-faced blond police officer very well.

"You are so smart." Kitahara Yuki said what he wanted to say for Amuro Toru who opened his lips without any hesitation, and met the other party's gaze, which was not surprised, and even smiled.

This reaction...

Amuro was not surprised by the interruption, because the other party sincerely thought he was smart.

Damn it! He had no resistance to this kind of compliment that came from the heart.

Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly, trying his best to ignore his flushed cheeks, and complained in a righteous tone, "You are really cheating."

The voice of this sentence was low enough that Amuro Toru leaned forward and tried to hear one or two notes, but was suddenly interrupted by a baby voice.

"Xing brother! Amuro brother!"

This very distinctive baby voice - it's Conan!

Kitahara Yuki immediately turned around and hugged Conan Edogawa who was running towards him. The black head hit his chest hard, and the dull pain in his chest made his tone rise a few points.

"Little detective, be careful."

Conan did not nod immediately, but raised his head and stared at Kitahara Yuki with his sparkling eyes.

No one can resist such a pair of pure and firm eyes, not even a bad-tempered psychologist.

"What bad idea are you planning?" Kitahara Yuki put Conan down and rubbed the other's fluffy black head.

Conan pulled Kitahara Yuki's sleeve and whispered, "Is this case related to the Black Organization?"

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru reflexively, but heard Conan's firm voice the next second, "It is related to the Black Organization, and the one who carried out the mission is Mr. Amuro."

This kind of guiding question and observation of micro-movements are unexpectedly familiar.

No, it should not be said to be very familiar, after all, he uses it every day.

"Are you going to study psychology?" Kitahara Yuki held Conan's shoulder and got the answer from the guilty expression on his face. "You are really exaggerating. The FBI went to study psychology, the Public Security Bureau went, and even Gin went to study."

When did psychology become a popular subject?

"Because there is a very feared psychologist here." Amuro Toru explained the reason, and smoothly lifted Conan and put him away from Kitahara Yuki.

"Conan, go find the murderer. Kou found the murderer in three minutes. I wonder how many minutes Holmes's disciples can solve the case, half an hour or ten minutes?"

This is the worst provocation. Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru in surprise. When would Mr. Public Security use such a low-level method?

"This is not low-level for a little detective." Amuro Toru replied with his eyes.

"I won't lose!" Conan lowered his head, a white light flashed across his lens, and then there was a flame behind him that seemed to be burning like a real thing, "Three minutes, I can do it too!"

Kitahara Yuki stared at the motivated little detective in amazement, and fell into a simple trap with his head, and got into the crime scene again.

"It's a childish desire to win or lose." Kitahara Yuki concluded speechlessly.

Amuro Toru covered his lips and chuckled. The twenty-year-old black-haired young man in front of him also had this childish desire to win or lose. In his mind, Kitahara Yuki's cold face but full of fighting spirit instantly appeared.

Unexpectedly cute.

"What bad things are you thinking about?" Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru with a suspicious look, but it was obvious that the other party did not want to discuss this topic and quickly changed the topic.

"Nothing?" Amuro Toru said seriously, "Where do you think what I want is?"

The mystery successfully attracted Kitahara Yuki's attention, and he didn't even notice the sound of Amuro Toru's light sigh of relief.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes fell on Fukaya Yuya again, and his sharp eyes were like a scanner, swiping and swiping, looking at the other person from head to toe. He turned to Fukaya Jizo again, and his eyes swept across the other person's wet cuffs.

Someone knocked over the water cup from left to right, and boiled water splashed on the left cuff of Fukaya Jizo. The sudden murder prevented the old-fashioned gentleman from dealing with his wet clothes in the first place.

Kitahara Yuki took several steps back, and stopped only after the entire restaurant was completely in his sight. He glanced around, suddenly clamped Amuro Toru's wrist, and pulled him to a corner.

Found it! An overturned cup of water! Next

to table 8.

Kitahara Yuki released his wrist, lifted the tablecloth without hesitation, and swooped in like a nimble cat.

In a moment, the cat popped out of his head, and the dark eyes washed with clear water stared at Amuro Toru, and the three words "praise" were firmly imprinted on his good-looking but cold face.

"Found it? You're amazing."

Amuro Toru readily followed suit. "Of course." Kitahara Yuki moved his body, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, tried his best to suppress the rising tone of his voice, and while no one was paying attention, he quickly stuffed the found USB flash drive into Amuro Toru's pocket.

"Thirty minutes." Kitahara Yuki said lightly.

Oh, it means the time to solve the mystery and find the USB flash drive.

The black-haired young man's desire to win is so strong that it explodes, but Amuro Toru will not say this to Kitahara Yuki, otherwise the simplest trap will not work next time.

"I'm leaving." Amuro Toru whispered. The mission is completed, and he still needs to do some cleanup work, so he can't stay here.

Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru in surprise, "I helped you complete the mission, but you didn't even have the slightest intention of explaining the USB flash drive! You don't even have the intention of explaining it with a fingernail."

Amuro Toru ruthlessly rejected Kitahara Yuki's proposal, "There is a confidentiality agreement."

Ha! This set of words again, only a fool would believe it. Kitahara Yuki can guarantee that if this guy tells his secrets, he will tell every secret, even to the second. Is it

because Toru Amuro doesn't trust him that he chooses to keep it secret?

Obviously not.

"Are you keeping this secret from me just to protect me?"

Toru Amuro's silence gave Kitahara Yuki the answer. He took a deep breath and came out of the other party's stubborn thoughts. "Forget it, even if you don't tell me, I can find the answer myself."

He walked towards the crime scene without looking back, and happened to see the sleeping Kogoro performing a reasoning show. Kitahara Yuki moved slightly to the right and found Conan hiding behind a chair.

"The murderer is you - Jizo Fukaya! You have been in and out of this restaurant many times. You learned from the waiter that the restaurant's garbage truck is cleaned at 7 o'clock every night, and the window of the crime scene is facing the garbage truck.

You threw the murder weapon and the tools used in the crime from the window, and the dust marks on your waist and abdomen are exactly the same as the marks on the window sill. Later, you used your son to provide an alibi."

- Incorrect reasoning caused by the loss of important information. Kitahara Yuki calmly came to the conclusion, squinting his eyes to look at the focused Edogawa Conan. It was obvious that the little detective who had fallen into the trap of provocation was a little eager for success.

However, he was unexpectedly a little boyish.

Kitahara Yuki strode forward, suddenly grabbed Conan's bow tie voice changer, and lowered his voice to create a sense of oppression, "Little detective, what are you doing?"

The shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him made Conan's pupils shrink suddenly, until the familiar voice hit his eardrum, he slowly relaxed his body.

"What? It's Brother Xing——"

This attitude of not pretending at all made Kitahara Xing raise his eyebrows. He intended to teach the unsuspecting little detective a lesson, "You are not Kitahara Xing, do you want to touch the human skin mask on my face?"

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, bringing a shudder. The deliberately lengthened and lowered voice was like a sticky poisonous snake that slowly entangled the frightened little detective, and then suddenly tightened.

Conan looked at the smiling 'Kitahara Xing' with a horrified expression, and a heavy inhalation sound came from his throat.

Who is he?

What did he see?

Was he exposed?

"Guess what I found out?" Kitahara Xing stood up and averted his eyes guiltily so as not to look at Conan who forgot to breathe in fear.

Ah, I accidentally went too far.

A second later, the wandering gaze landed on Jizo Fukaya, who was kneeling in the restaurant and confessing his crime.

"I killed the man. This guy deserves to die. He's simply a bastard. He threatened me, so I had to do it." The voice was trembling and crying. It sounded real, but half of it was fake.

Jizo Fukaya was going to take the blame for Arie Fukaya?

That wouldn't work. No one can atone for others, not even the closest people.

He was about to step forward, but his trousers were pulled to stop him. Kitahara Yuki looked down and saw the little detective staring at him with resentment.

"You're lying to me." The baby voice sounded vicious, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between the lips and teeth, with a sense of gritting teeth.

"If you were a member of the organization and not Kitahara Yuki, you wouldn't look away when you need to pay attention to my reaction the most."

His tone rose, his eyes glared, and his round eyes couldn't cover Conan's angry eyes.

The small suit was pulled up from the waistline because of the large movement. Kitahara Yuki squatted down, grabbed the corner of Conan's clothes and straightened them, trying to ease the other party's mentality that was about to explode.

His eyes wandered, refusing to look at the little detective.

"You look really guilty!" Conan showed half-moon eyes and grabbed the loose sleeves of Kitahara Yuki's sweater, "Is it fun to play tricks on me?"

"Ahem." Kitahara Yuki cleared his throat, looking gloomy, "I just want to warn you not to let your guard down!"

After all, the little detective was once easily tricked into finding out Enomoto Azusa's last name by Bermode, who was disguised as Enomoto Azusa.

This reason made Kitahara Yuki get rid of the insignificant sense of guilt and seemed to have a legitimate reason. The bony hand patted Conan's unconvinced head lightly.

With the corner of his eye, he noticed the police preparing to arrest Jizo Fukaya, and he quickened his speech, "The deceased met the murderer in the bathroom, and the signal was a red object.

When I asked Jizo Fukaya about his red socks, his expression was very surprised, as if he didn't know the red socks he was wearing today, and Jizo Fukaya's suit jacket was a little ill-fitting."

After that, Kitahara Yuki stood up and took a step back, leaving Conan room to think.

A minute later, combining the clues he got with those provided by Kitahara Yuki, Conan suddenly raised his head, "Jizo Fukaya is color blind. The embroidery next to his socks is a common way for red and green color blind people to distinguish colors. Someone swapped his socks and deliberately wet his cuffs.

While he was taking off his clothes, they swapped two pieces of clothes with water marks on the cuffs. The only one who could do all this is his son Ariya Fukaya! He is the murderer!"

"Mr. Amuro's mission is to get the things that the murderer and the deceased met and negotiated!"

All correct!

The little detective who got the complete information performed exceptionally well, and he even deduced Toru Amuro's mission.

"You are so smart."

It was an obvious tone of coaxing a child!

Conan gritted his teeth secretly.

"Alright." Kitahara Yuki patted Conan, who looked unhappy, and said as he turned around, "I'll leave this to you. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The wind was tight.

Run away!

"Don't even think about running away!"

The vicious little baby voice successfully stopped Kitahara Yuki in his tracks. He turned around with a puzzled look on his face, and the scene that came into view made him a little petrified.

Conan suddenly burst into a deafening fake cry, and rushed into the arms of Mao Li Ran at the fastest speed in his life, sobbing and pointing at Kitahara Yuki.

"Brother Yuki bullied me! Brother Yuki is a bad guy! Sister Xiaolan, please help me teach him a lesson!"

Facing Mao Li Ran's disapproval of the same line of sight, Kitahara Yuki said:...

Conan, you are ooc, do you know!

Are you really seventeen years old this year!