Chapter 49 Xiao Xiu

"The game you mean is the bomb?"

Amuro Toru looked at the bottom of seat number 9, and a bomb containing blue and pink liquids came into view.

On the black screen was a scarlet countdown of twenty minutes.

It was Pramya's bomb. He lowered his eyes, and the memories of the afternoon of November 6th came flooding in like a tide, and the names of the four good friends flashed through his mind.

Buzz——

"Amuro? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Amuro Toru retracted his gaze and turned on the screen. The wetness of his palms caused his movements to be unstable, leaving a faint mark on the screen.

Before Kitahara Yuki looked over, he put away his phone without saying a word.

"There are still bombs in store number 12, right?" He controlled his facial muscles and spoke calmly.

"Hidden something from me?"

Don't want him to see the phone?

Kitahara Yuki narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and he carefully recalled Toru Amuro's expression just now.

His upper eyelids drooped, his purple-gray pupils lost focus, and the corners of his lips pulled down and slightly closed.

A very classic expression of sadness, and a slight anger.

Toru Amuro did not answer immediately, but ran to the changing room.

A minute later, he handed the clothes in his hand to Kitahara Yuki, "Change, it will be cold outside."

Kitahara Yuki took it, and while putting on his clothes, he said to Toru Amuro: "I went to see it. There is another bomb hidden under the light box of the store, and the countdown is one hour and thirty minutes." After

tidying up his clothes, he squatted down, raised his mobile phone and took a picture of the bomb. He

enlarged the photo with one hand and carefully observed the structure of the bomb.

"It still doesn't work. Even after the spaceship incident, I have systematically learned about bomb disposal, but I still don't know how to dismantle a bomb."

He put down his phone and put it back in his pocket. The short laugh from the side made Kitahara Yuki turn his head.

"This thing mainly depends on talent. I know two guys who are very good at bomb disposal." Amuro Toru corrected his expression and patted Kitahara Yuki's shoulder lightly.

"Just like your talent in psychology, I can't find a psychologist better than you at the moment, even though you are not that old."

The last sentence and Amuro Toru's action successfully diverted Kitahara Yuki's attention.

He raised the corners of his mouth happily, his soft black hair swayed slightly, and his shiny black pupils enlarged a little.

"Now is not a good time to compliment me." Kitahara Yuki cleared his throat and whispered in Amuro Toru's ear: "You can secretly compliment me when we return to the Trojan Apartment. I can give you an hour."

The fact that he had to set a time limit for being praised unexpectedly suited Kitahara Yuki.

Amuro Toru moved his ten fingers slightly, leaned back, controlled his body to avoid the soft lips that were so close, and forcefully drew his attention back.

"Okay, I'll defuse the bomb. Kazami is in the lobby on the first floor, you go find him to evacuate the crowd." The voice was fast and urgent, adding a layer of urgency for no reason.

"I know."

Kitahara Yuki scanned the fourth floor, and people were moving. It was obvious that evacuating the crowd was a big project. This kind of thing really needed to be handed over to professionals, and as soon as possible.

"We'll discuss the things you've hidden later," he glanced at Toru Amuro, who was frozen for a moment, with a hint of smile in his voice.

"You're so powerful, you can't be defeated by a small bomb. I'll be back after evacuating the crowd. What would you like to drink?"

"You want to make me relax by changing the subject. It's a good idea."

Toru Amuro understood what he meant the first time.

"A glass of espresso with ice, no milk or sugar. Although I don't like the taste, I want to analyze why you like it."

Such a strange reason -

"Okay." Kitahara Yuki straightened his expression and walked towards the elevator.

He turned his head to look at Toru Amuro for the last time. The other party had a gentle expression, and his purple-gray eyes stared at Kitahara Yuki for a long time through the open elevator door.

Toru Amuro's lips opened and closed, as if he was saying something.

Kitahara Yuki leaned forward, staring at the closed elevator door, recalling the order of Amuro Toru's lips opening and closing, and intermittent sounds came out of his mouth.

"Take good care... Hello."

Such strange words, why...

Ding--

the elevator door suddenly opened and interrupted Kitahara Yuki's thoughts. As he walked out of the elevator, he edited the pictures of the bomb and sent them to Sugawa Rin.

[Can you dismantle this bomb? ——Kitahara Yuki]

Kitahara Yuki turned off the screen and quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for the figure of Kazami Yuya, but his mind was thinking about the lip reading he had just analyzed, and the rest of the sentence was read out by Kitahara Yuki.

"Bedside cabinet... on the left, the third drawer, there's something for you."

What? It was something like a last will and testament.

His right leg paused in the air for a moment, then retracted. He turned his head, and because of the impact of the memory fragments of 603, Cotton's brain and sixth sense began to spin rapidly in an instant.

The expression on Toru Amuro's face as he recalled, and the movement of avoiding his sight, suddenly appeared in front of him.

This was a very clumsy way of concealing something.

Why didn't he notice at that time that the other party was trying to trick him downstairs?

Oh, it was because Toru Amuro interrupted his thinking by taking the clothes.

Then he added, "Just like your talent in psychology, I can't find a psychologist better than you, even though you are not that old."

The straightforward compliment and trust in his friend made him lose his accurate judgment.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly thought of the post about him that the waitress showed him. He had reason to believe that Amuro Toru had also seen it and put it into practice.

So what was Amuro Toru's purpose?

Buzz -

it was the sound of an incoming text message, and Kitahara Yuki turned on his phone.

[I can dismantle it, but it will take thirty minutes. This bomb is in the style of Primia. Are you near the bomb? Leave quickly, I'll be there in half an hour - Rin Sugawa]

Kitahara Yuki's gaze stayed on the thirty minutes for a moment.

The countdown for the bomb on the fourth floor is twenty minutes.

His clenched fingertips exerted force on the phone again, and his heart stopped beating for a moment, followed by a sudden rebound.

He turned his head sharply, and the panel on the elevator button stayed on '4' for a long time. He quickly pressed the up button, but the numbers still did not respond.

Something was stuck on the elevator on the fourth floor.

It was done by Toru Amuro -

he could not dismantle the bomb within twenty minutes, and the probability of death was 100%.

Why not leave?

Threat or voluntary?

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, repeating it three times before he calmed down his pounding heart. His heart rate was more than 130 beats per minute. He really needed to go to the hospital to check on this fragile heart. If

the other party doesn't want him to go back to the fourth floor, then in addition to the elevator, Amuro will use other means to stop him.

It's Yuya Kazami.

The public security officer will prevent him from going up the stairs.

A chattering sound rang out in a corner of the lobby. Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yuya Kazami evacuating the crowd.

Obviously, the evacuated crowd included him.

Kitahara Yuki sneered, walked quickly to Yuya Kazami, and lowered his voice, "Let me go to the fourth floor."

Yuya Kazami hesitated, his eyes fell on the floor and then on the ceiling above his head, but he didn't look at Kitahara Yuki. The guilt that could not be ignored made Kitahara Yuki choke in his throat.

This seemingly honest public security officer even looked expressionlessly at his colleague who roughly pushed Kitahara Yuki out of the Ota Building.

"Did he ask you to do this?" Kitahara Yuki frowned, and gently rubbed the second joint of his index finger with the tip of his thumb, trying to suppress his anger in this way.

"Let me go to the fourth floor. That guy won't dismantle Pramia's bomb! Let me go up quickly, otherwise--"

'I'll die.'

Kitahara Yuki controlled himself from uttering those two somewhat cold words, but Kazami Yuya still did not respond to these words.

Even though the blond-haired public security officer was not here, he still made his presence felt by relying on his exquisite control over his subordinates.

In this case, he would change his way and make the public security officers have no energy to stop him.

Kitahara Yuki took a step back suddenly, and he scanned everything in front of him.

The crowd had already dispersed one after another. A group of public security officers formed a circle and fixed him tightly in the middle.

Looking up, you can see the glass on the fourth floor of the building.

"You know what? No one can trap me unless I step into the trap myself. In that case, you should be prepared for what I'm going to do next."

The breeze brought a chill, brushing against the soft black hair, revealing the smooth forehead and fine beads of sweat, and suddenly poured into the loose sweater, and a shudder crept up the spine.

"I don't like the way you handled it." Kitahara Yuki said in a serious tone, with a solemn expression, and his dark eyes without a trace of warmth looked calmly at Kazami Yuya.

Kazami Yuya had a terrifying feeling that he would be eaten alive by Kitahara Yuki in the next second.

He swallowed his saliva very quickly, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, and then returned to its original position.

"Mr. Kita, calm down."

"45 years old, position of police inspector." Kitahara Yuki ignored him and looked at one of the older police officers who was blocking him.

After a quick glance, he walked to the flower bed, spread his coat on the marble countertop and sat down.

"You are timid and cowardly, but arrogant. Obviously, in Japan, where qualifications are more important than ability, you have cultivated a character that is arrogant enough despite having no ability."

Kitahara Yuki bent his fingers and tapped the countertop regularly, making a thudding sound, like a drumbeat hitting his heart, and each beat was filled with a sense of oppression.

Using voice to arouse tension is the first step.

The next step is sharp enough language.

"You are very dissatisfied with your position. You think you can get a higher position with your ability. You always wonder why the guy who is much younger than you becomes your boss."

He observed the other party's unhappy expression and continued, "You often verbally rebel against your boss at work. You feel incompetent and ashamed that your boss did not punish you because of your age. You are even happy. You always say to yourself in your mind,

'Even if you are more capable than me and have a higher position than me, so what? You still need to give in to your seniors. I am a senior who is much older than you.'"

The last sentence was learned vividly by Kitahara Yuki. The older public security officer who had just confronted Amuro Toru at 7-11 not long ago clenched his fist in anger.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss again, with a strong sense of failure enveloping him. He vaguely saw his boss, who was much younger than him, easily solving the case that had troubled him for days.

Why, he has worked so hard, why can't he be better than him.

Why is he still a deputy police inspector in the end despite his diligence?

He watched the newcomers who were less capable than him surpass him step by step.

Just because they are better at reincarnation.

"Why! I work so hard, why am I still a deputy police inspector! In this case, you should go to hell with me."

Kitahara Yuki sneered, and his provocative gaze from top to bottom stimulated the fragile nerves of the older public security officer with a sense of oppression.

He deliberately lowered his voice and deliberately prolonged the last syllable. A strong disdain came out of his mouth again along with the hurtful words.

"Have you really tried hard? Or are you just self-righteous and moving yourself? Cowardice is your true nature."

"You are only worthy of staying in a dark corner licking your own incompetence and complaining about the injustice of the world. You are a complete coward."

The old public security officer with red eyes trembled, his chest rose and fell violently, and a low roar similar to that of a beast came out of his mouth.

It is a typical expression of excessive anger, and the opponent will show a certain degree of aggression next.

And this is also the purpose of Kitahara Yuki.

"I'm not a coward, you die!" The old public security officer suddenly raised his fist, like a fierce cheetah, and rushed towards Kitahara Yuki with a hysterical roar.

The sound of the punch breaking through the air was shocking, and Kazami Yuya could even imagine that this punch would seriously injure Kitahara Yuki and the police officer present at the scene would lose his job.

"Stop it." Kazami Yuya mobilized all the muscles in his body and threw himself at the older police officer. He managed to stop his colleague from mentally collapsing just a second before his fist touched Kitahara Yuki.

The honest thirty-year-old Yuya Kazami was about to break apart. It was obviously his colleague who was provoked, but the state of collapse was transmitted to him without a drop of a tear, making him feel as if his soul was leaving his body.

How terrible!

The furious Kitahara Yuki was too terrible!

This guy must not be offended in this life.

This was the unanimous thought of all the public security officers present, and they even wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads in unison.

Kitahara Yuki glanced indifferently at the fist against his nose, took a step back with confidence, and looked at Yuya Kazami who had lost all hope in life.

"What do you think, do you want to continue? Do you want to see me beaten to death by your furious colleague, or let me go to the fourth floor?"

- Kitahara Yuki still wants to provoke other colleagues! Use the method just now.

This idea occupied Yuya Kazami's entire mind in an instant.

Yuya Kazami swallowed twice in a row, his Adam's apple moving up and down quickly, his tight and dry throat making his voice a little intermittent, "I can't... let you go up."

Facing Kitahara Yuki's unfriendly gaze, Yuya Kazami quickly added, "I can... call him."

Mr. Gongan took the initiative to dial the number and handed over the phone respectfully. The whole person exuded the aura of hoping that the world would be destroyed as soon as possible.

Kitahara Yuki took the phone expressionlessly and easily caught Yuya Kazami's thoughts, "Strange idea."

Beep -

[Hello, Kazami -]

Kitahara Yuki let out a short sneer, and the voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly. Some rapid breathing sounds came into Kitahara Yuki's ears through the receiver.

[Is it... kou? ]

Oh, Amuro Toru tried to soothe his furious mood with a friendly name.

What a good plan, Kitahara Yuki thought expressionlessly, he actually wanted to pick up this bastard.