Chapter 47

Kitahara Yuki had never imagined this scene in his life. He sat upright on a chair, his long and slender legs wrapped in black casual pants, his toes touching the ground, his legs crossed, his hands pressed uncontrollably on his knees.

This is a typical escape posture.

Fortunately, the group of people around him at the moment could not understand his micro-movements. They just accused him of bullying a weak and pitiful child as an adult.

Weak?

This word really doesn't fit a little detective with scientific props.

Kitahara Yuki looked at the culprit.

Conan buried his shoulders in Mao Lilan's arms with trembling shoulders, looking like he was bullied.

Kitahara Yuki, who is familiar with micro-expressions, understood the other party's suppressed laughter in a second.

Itchy hands.

I want to spank that naughty kid.

"Mr. Kita, you need to apologize to Conan. Conan has never been so sad." Ran Mouri's expression was serious and her tone was earnest.

Kitahara Yuki frowned, took a deep breath, and his eyes moved back and forth between Conan's shaking shoulders and Ran Mouri's clenched fists. The scene of Ran Mouri hammering a telephone pole flashed through his mind.

The brainy guy with a 40 physique smiled coldly, "I should apologize. Even if this kid told me about his idea of ​​marrying Miss Ran, who is much older than me, I shouldn't have scolded him directly."

"What...what?"

"Sister Xiaolan, let me explain!"

Kitahara Yuki tilted his head lazily, and the chaotic scene and the panicked expression of the little detective crashed into his dark eyes.

The two eyes met in the air, and Kitahara Yuki said with his lips - 'You deserve it.'

No longer paying attention to the little detective's cry of pain, Kitahara Yuki walked out of the restaurant.

The retro crystal lamps on the ceiling were working sadly, and the dim light fell on Kitahara Yuki's white fingertips, with a kind of beauty that was clearly extinct.

The long corridor was covered with red carpet, so that even a weakling like Kitahara Yuki with zero fighting skills could make his footsteps light.

The sudden silence made Kitahara Yuki, who was in a period of emptiness in solving the mystery, a little sleepy. He didn't even want to think about the reasons for the disappearance of Kazami Yuya and Irie Shinya.

His sleepy brain was clamoring wildly, telling him that he needed to rest. Yawning uncontrollably, Kitahara Yuki turned around and went to the sixth floor.

"One room, with a window, quiet, as soon as possible." Kitahara Yuki bent his fingers and knocked on the service counter casually.

The female receptionist looked up instantly, and her lazy voice made the lady's eyes light up. She suppressed her excitement and maintained a professional attitude, saying: "I know you. I watched the live broadcast of the spaceship several times. You are really cool."

The straightforward compliment from the woman unexpectedly drilled into his ears. Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered, and he subconsciously reached out and rubbed his slightly hot earlobe.

It was too enthusiastic, just like Hello, and it was impossible to refuse it.

Kitahara Yuki controlled his facial muscles and said coldly, "Thank you for the compliment."

"You're welcome." The waitress was full of energy. She took Kitahara Yuki's ID, operated the computer for a while, and led Kitahara Yuki to the room. "There was a case on the fifth floor, right? Did you solve it? Did you solve it with just one look?"

No, he solved it after taking two looks.

Let's get it over with! The enthusiastic lady is about to burn his brain!

"Your expression tells me that you are shy." The waitress raised her chin slightly. She was very confident in her judgment.

What?

Kitahara Yuki looked at the smiling female waitress in surprise. He stopped, kicked away the shyness in his mind, and looked at the lady opposite him carefully.

She is 27 years old and is a mother who just gave birth. Her figure is slightly out of shape, but her light brown eyes are bright. She is full of hope for life and has a great liking for men with high IQ.

Oh, her husband is a successful man, and she comes here to experience life.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes swept across the emerald green bracelet on the wrist of the female waitress. The tone of the other party's words made him a little concerned, "Have you learned about psychology?"

"No." The female waitress winked at Kitahara Yuki, "I'm just imitating your way of speaking, isn't it cool?"

She turned on her mobile phone, flipped out a discussion post and put it in front of Kitahara Yuki.

"I saw it here."

[Kitahara Yuki, nationality: China, 20 years old, weight 64kg, height 179cm. Psychology expert, especially good at analyzing micro-expressions and micro-movements, with strong reasoning ability】

【His favorite food is crab roe noodles, and he likes to drink espresso without milk or sugar. Canned black coffee is his second choice. 】

【Lazy and indifferent, but you will get a little surprise if you ask him for help】

【Direct exaggeration will make him lose some of his thinking ability, and shyness will occupy his entire brain, which is a very good way to deceive Kitahara Yuki】

The female waitress pointed to the last sentence and said, "So it's really like this. What you inferred when you were shy is not accurate. I haven't studied psychology!"

"You are so cute." The waitress added.

Enough! This woman is even more excessive than Haro.

Kitahara Yuki's ears turned red. He snatched the room card from the waiter, walked quickly to the room, and despite the other party's anxious gaze, he entered 602 and slammed the door. "

Pop" -

the huge sound soothed Kitahara Yuki's pounding heart. He ran into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The cold water droplets touched his hot face and calmed him down completely.

The sound of running water served as the background. Kitahara Yuki turned on his mobile phone and found the post.

The post was posted yesterday, and the post was updated at irregular times. It analyzed him in every detail. Is

someone targeting him?

Who is it?

That person knows him well enough and has a certain control over the details. Based on the other party's narrative style, it can only be inferred that he is a man with an overwhelming desire to perform.

Oh, a man with a bad personality, a strong desire to perform, and familiar with him.

This guy will be caught sooner or later.

After turning off the faucet, Kitahara Yuki threw himself into the soft bed and shoved his cell phone behind the pillow.

The quiet and comfortable environment made his mind a little confused, and he seemed to hear the conversation between himself and Irie Shinya in a daze.

[How about going to the ninth floor? I heard that the bed in this hotel is very soft]

- It is indeed very soft.

The fluffy quilt is like a ball of cotton, wrapping him very well, making his tense nerves suddenly relax and fall into a long tranquility.

Kitahara Yuki was thinking randomly, his breathing gradually became steady, and his brows wrinkled by sleepiness were smoothed.

**

At 11:21 noon the next day, the ringing of the landline phone suddenly woke up Kitahara Yuki who was hiding in the quilt.

The whirring warm air slowly flowed out from the air outlet.

The creature curled up under the soft quilt slowly squirmed, stretched out its white arms like lightning, fumbled a few times, and retracted into the quilt with the receiver.

"Hello." The hoarse voice was slightly distorted by the conduction of electric current. Kitahara Yuki heard an ambiguous chuckle from the person on the other end of the phone in a trance, which quickly disappeared.

[Sir, the room service you ordered has arrived at the door. Please open the door.]

"What?"

Beep beep -

the busy tone of the phone suddenly woke Kitahara Yuki up. He threw back the quilt and ran his five fingers through the soft black hair, casually scratching it. After making sure that his hairstyle was still acceptable, Kitahara Yuki walked towards the door while thinking about the phone call just now.

The voice of the waitress?

After opening the door, Kitahara Yuki looked at the smiling waitress pushing the cart through the chain lock with his arms folded.

"If my memory serves me right, I didn't order room service."

The unhappiness of not being able to sleep until you wake up naturally was fully reflected in his tone, and then died down in the other party's flattering smile.

"I treated you. It's a gift from fans to idols."

"This is too unfair, just like that 29-year-old childish guy." Kitahara Yuki whispered in an undercurrent. He unfastened the chain lock, and without looking at the waitress, he turned around and sat upright on the sofa, his legs naturally apart, and his hands placed neatly on his knees. The waitress

took a closer look at Kitahara Yuki's formal sitting posture, "You look more like a free-spirited person, but I didn't expect you to sit so neatly."

Free-spirited means to be with friends.

Kitahara Yuki picked up the food that the waitress had placed on the table - crystal shrimp dumplings. He tilted his head to look at another dish - squirrel fish.

"This is a question of upbringing. I'm always polite outside." Kitahara Yuki answered the waitress' question, pointed at the food on the table, and said lazily: "You also provide Chinese food? These look very well made."

The menu of Datian Restaurant was suddenly pulled out from Kitahara Chun's memory. He looked at it again and confirmed that Datian Building did not provide Chinese food.

He didn't even need to think about who was pretending to be the guy opposite. The sense of belief buried deep in the other party's eyes was simply more dazzling than a lighthouse in the dark.

"Belmore made a disguise for you?" Kitahara Yuki relaxed his posture, buried himself in the sofa, and stuffed a mouthful of crystal shrimp dumpling in a very unpresentable manner. He was completely different from the serious look just now.

"How did you find out?" Toru Amuro pulled out a tissue and passed it to Kitahara Yuki with skillful movements. The latter took it and wiped his fingertips.

Of course it was because of those eyes. But Kitahara Yuki would not say that, "I saw the hotel's schedule, and the lady you pretended to be is not working now."

Toru Amuro waited for a while, making sure that Kitahara Yuki had no further follow-up, and said in surprise: "That's it?"

"You want me to talk to you more? Well, I will temporarily fulfill my friend's outrageous wish." Kitahara Yuki said in a hurried tone.

"This kind of hotel usually works in three shifts. Apparently, when I met this lady, she had already worked for a long time. Six o'clock in the morning is their shift change time."

"For a woman who is about seven months postpartum, her baby is much more attractive than me. He won't stay until now for me. Besides, the cosmetics you use for pretending have a strong smell. Mothers with babies won't choose this kind of cosmetics. They won't even choose makeup."

Kitahara Yuki took a chopstick of squirrel mandarin fish. The crispy taste and the slightly sweet and sour sauce made him squint his eyes happily, and his soft hair swayed slightly with the owner's mood.

"You are really good at cooking." Kitahara Yuki praised sincerely, his dark eyes as bright as if washed by water.

"You can even deduce that in addition to crystal shrimp dumplings, I also want to eat squirrel fish! So smart!"

Amuro Toru reluctantly accepted Kitahara Yuki's sincere compliment, not mentioning that the other party deliberately switched the interface of his mobile phone to the squirrel fish dish a few days ago and dangled it in front of him.

Easy to coax and easy to understand. Completely subverted the impression when I first met him.

Is the black-haired young man like this to everyone?

Amuro Toru denied it in his heart. No, the other party's coldness and arrogance when he first saw the waitress were no different from when they first met.

"Okay, I've already satisfied your wish to be praised. Now can you satisfy my desire to explore? As for the fact that Bellmore had to disguise himself for you to enter my room, you definitely didn't come to play with me anyway."

Kitahara Yuki took advantage of Amuro Toru's distraction and suddenly rushed in front of him. His hands passed through his armpits without any hesitation, and he trapped Amuro Toru on the sofa. He even bent his legs and pressed them between his legs.

"Don't try to escape." Kitahara Yuki said coldly, "I won't give you a chance to change the subject."

Black hair pressed against warm skin, with a slight itch. Soft lips opened and closed in front of Amuro Toru, and he suddenly held his breath, trying his best to ignore the shivering touch that stimulated his scalp when their breathing intertwined.

"You get up first."

Toru Amuro's voice was low and hoarse, and her eyes were half lowered to cover the emotions in her eyes. The Adam's apple rolled up and down very quickly, and it was wrapped around the other person's slender waist out of Kithara Yuki's sight.

Too close.

Kitahara Yuki is completely unaware of his own charm.

"What bad things are you thinking about again?" Kitahara Yuki was not going to let Toru Amuro off so easily. He even moved his knees forward, making sure they were firmly between his legs to prevent the police officer in front of him from sneaking away.

Amuro Toru's muscles tensed, she thought for a moment, and surrendered decisively.

"I'm just worried that you're hungry." The voice was sincere and pleasant. When his purple-gray droopy eyes looked at each other seriously, there was a broken feeling of deep love.

——Amuro Toru was lying.

This conclusion made Kitahara Yuki's eyes widen. He controlled his facial muscles and tried his best to keep a cold expression. The skylight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the soft black hair, coating it with a layer of radiant light.

Two lines of sight met in the air, and a strange atmosphere spread between the two.

Kitahara Yuki was the first to look away, and his voice continued: "Are you really... here to play with me?"

Something broke out of his mind, and in a trance, Kitahara Yuki heard another voice that was exactly the same as his own, low and suppressed, with a strong sense of despair.

[You deceived me, why are you so good to me? ]

"So, you pretended to be someone you wanted to create a false impression for the organization, and you approached me to get information."

[Are you approaching me because I have a good brain? ]

"What information do you want to get? If it's not something particularly private, I will tell you directly."

[What do you want to get from me? Are you also a bad guy who wants to take advantage of this good brain? 】

The other party is using him. This conclusion made the voices in reality and in his mind stop abruptly.

Some scenes that he had never seen before flashed back and forth in Kitahara Yuki's mind. The ruins covered his entire eyeballs. The boy with black hair and red eyes stood coldly in front of him.

[You are lying to me, you are using me! ]

[Go to hell! ]

"Kitahara Yuki!"

"Kou!"

Who is calling him?

Oh, it's Amuro's voice.

What happened to him just now?