Chapter 5

The intense running just now made the hacker, whose physical fitness was only 30, breathless, and a faint blush appeared on his pale skin.

Kitahara Yuki swallowed his saliva, and the pain in his throat made him deeply understand the difference between physical fitness 40 and 30. In the body, there was only a rusty taste in the throat, but on the vest, it was a bit of unbearable pain.

Licking his lips, he still had a carefully designed brilliant smile on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Which eye of yours saw that we were talking happily?"

Amuro Toru did not answer this question, but threw out another question: "Was that your brother just now?"

No, actually it was me!

Kitahara Yuki lowered his head with a guilty conscience. Amuro Toru could not see Kitahara Yuki's expression, but could only see the top of his fluffy head. The arrogant hacker looked depressed at the moment, his breathing was disordered, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Is he crying?

Is he sad that his 'brother' ran away when he saw him?

Amuro Toru blinked, and his right hand, which was restraining Kitahara Yuki's wrist, relaxed for a moment. His purple-gray eyes wandered a little, and finally kept his eyes on Kitahara Yuki.

The black-haired young man looked very bad. His back was bent, and he seemed to be trembling, and occasionally he let out one or two suppressed groans of pain.

Toru Amuro sensed something was wrong and asked with a frown, "What happened to you?"

With a heavy weight on his right hand, Kitahara Yuki fell to the ground in a bent position. Toru Amuro saw the black-haired young man's hair soaked with cold sweat and his abnormally pale face. His lips were bleeding, and it was obvious that he had just bit his lower lip tightly to suppress the painful groan.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes were black at this moment, and he heard Toru Amuro's somewhat anxious voice in a trance.

"Hey, wake up."

What followed was a heart-pounding darkness, until the increasingly strong smell of disinfectant came to the tip of his nose, and Kitahara Yuki came out of the darkness.

He shook his dizzy head, his eyes stayed on the white ceiling for a second, looked at Amuro Toru standing beside him with a cold face, and asked: "What's wrong with me?"

In the single ward of the hospital, Amuro Toru crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Because the arrogant hacker misjudged his extremely poor physical condition, we are honored to be admitted to the hospital because of a short chase of just a few minutes."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

This tone, so gloomy.

Kitahara Yuki didn't know how to respond, and felt that the atmosphere in the ward was very awkward for a while. Fortunately, the world of science had some sympathy for Kitahara Yuki. When he was embarrassed to tap his toes on the ground, the door of the ward opened and the little detective Edogawa Conan came in.

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling. He gently poked Amuro Toru's waist with his elbow and said in a low voice: "Lend me your phone for a minute, and I'll tell you Gin's real name!"

In the face of the pitiful attack of the black-haired hacker and the huge benefits, Kitahara Yuki easily got a phone.

With his ten fingers flying, Kitahara Yuki cracked the password in a breath. With a smile on his face, he turned on the camera and held it in his hand naturally.

"Ah, Conan-kun, long time no see."

Conan, who had just met half an hour ago, showed half-moon eyes.

"Click!"

This is the sound of the camera!

Conan widened his eyes in horror, his body trembling, and his eyes stared at Kitahara Yuki who was holding the phone and shaking it gently.

Why did this person take a picture of him? !

Is he exposed?

Does he know that Kudo Shinichi and Conan are the same person?

What should Xiaolan do! Will there be any danger!

"Wow! The science operation was a success!" Kitahara Yuki was extremely happy, his light golden eyes were filled with smiles, and he was interested in appreciating the little detective with half-moon eyes in the mobile phone album.

This is a real little detective with a round face and a fluffy black head.

However, soon, the mobile phone in his hand was taken away by Amuro Toru.

"One minute is up. And please put away your attitude of having fun, you scared the children."

Kitahara Yuki decisively admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, Conan, you are so cute, I couldn't help it for a while."

The upward tone and indifferent tone did not allow Conan to tell whether Kitahara Yuki's words were true or false.

Is it really just because she's 'cute', or does she want to do something with the photo? Conan is more inclined to the latter.

Conan smiled and winked at Amuro Toru, who obviously wasn't focusing on Conan at the moment, and didn't respond to Conan at all.

Dotty-eyed Conan: ...

Looking at the adults in the ward who were chatting about non-nutritious topics, Edogawa Conan glanced at the eavesdropping device he had placed not long ago, and left consciously.

The ward was quiet again.

After a long time, Amuro Toru sat in the accompanying chair and said lightly: "The public security will find your brother soon."

Kitahara Yuki nodded, his eyes were swaying, and finally he said in a self-destructive way: "I know, please take good care of him! When he wants to see me, we can arrange a meeting!"

He felt that he needed to adapt to himself and his shame in acting in front of others. It would be better not to meet for the time being. He was afraid of making a Barbie dream castle.

Amuro Toru said in surprise, "I thought you wanted to see him very much."

Kitahara Yuki on the bed did not hesitate to pull the quilt over his head, expressing his unwillingness to talk in a very effective way.

However, the blond public security Amuro Toru, who stood up, obviously would not give Kitahara Yuki this opportunity.

"You need to tell me about GIN's real name."

"Kurosawa Jin." A muffled voice came from under the quilt. Kitahara Yuki waited for a long time but received no further questions from Amuro Toru.

Kitahara Yuki was very surprised and crawled out from under the quilt, and found that Amuro Toru was no longer in the ward.

At this moment, Amuro Toru was in the emergency passage of the hospital, with Conan standing next to him. He rubbed his swollen temples and threw the eavesdropping device in the ward back to Conan.

"Don't do anything dangerous, little detective, don't get close to him."

Conan frowned, "Mr. Amuro, you are very afraid of Mr. Hase Hikaru."

Except for the last minute, Amuro Toru, who was always worried about Kitahara Yuki touching electronic products, did not deny it.

"Can you delete the photo of me?" Conan asked solemnly.

Although he thought it made no difference to the arrogant hacker whether to delete it or not, Toru Amuro still deleted the photo in front of Conan. After a few more instructions, he sent Conan away.

The safe passage became extremely quiet again, with only the beeping sound of the dial.

"Kazami, have you found Kitahara Yuki?"

The other end of the phone came with the excited voice of a subordinate who had completed his mission.

"Mr. Furuya, based on the location you gave us, we found Mr. Kitahara nearby. Do we need to take him to the hospital to meet Mr. Hase?"

Amuro Toru's expression was solemn, "No, I'll go meet him, send me the address."

"Yes!"

"Also, check Kurosawa Jin."

"Yes!"

Kitahara Yuki, the mastermind behind all these things, has now switched from the body of No. 1 Hase Hikaru to his real body. He sat upright in a chair with his hands neatly placed on his knees.

"Have you finished the call?" Kitahara Yuki was obviously talking to Kazami Yuya, "Also I need to clarify one thing, my last name is Kita, Hara Yuki is my first name, and I'm Chinese." The

30-year-old public security officer Kazami Yuya suddenly felt the same sense of oppression from the 20-year-old young man as Mr. Furuya.

For a moment, Yuya Kazami even had a ridiculous feeling. In front of him was a boss in a well-fitting suit who asked coldly: Is this how you do public security?

Although Kitahara Yuki and Hase Hikaru look almost the same, this person's sense of oppression is so strong. Yuya Kazami, who was holding his mobile phone, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his other free hand.

"Xiao Guang doesn't want to see me?" Kitahara Yuki asked.

Yuya Kazami, who was shouting for Mr. Furuya to come quickly, replied, "Mr. Furuya will come to see you."

"You are afraid of me." Kitahara Yuki's voice was very calm. At this second, all of Yuya Kazami's expressions and movements were unpacked into pictures, and he didn't even need to use his brain to know the meaning of the pictures. He

was afraid and terrified, and a little angry. He folded his arms across his chest and resisted the conversation with Kitahara Yuki.

So this is scientific "acting"? This is more like psychological behavior analysis, a very good skill.

Kitahara Yuki's expression remained unchanged, but his black eyes were dotted with smiles, and the stagnant air seemed to be much lighter.

"You are even a little angry? Why? Oh, because Japan is a society that relies on 'qualifications'. The son of a police inspector is a police inspector, the son of a banker is a banker, and the son of a politician is a politician."

"In this society where qualifications and background are more important than ability, you are unwilling to be suppressed by unknown people who are much younger than you. You don't even want to communicate with me, but you have to do it because of your boss's assignment."

"Oh, it turns out that your boss is younger than you."

Kitahara Yuki stretched out his hand and touched the corner of his lips, mocking in an elegant tone, "You are so useless, a 30-year-old man."

He cast his eyes on the wild flowers not far away, his eyes dark, as if the hottest sunlight could not penetrate the redundant darkness.

His skin was pale, and the whole person was full of a strong sense of world-weariness. The scattered sunlight fell intimately on the young man's fair and shiny fingertips, but it did not cause the man to lower his eyes for a moment.

This was the scene that Toru Amuro saw when he arrived. The face of Hase Hikaru appeared in his mind consciously, with his arrogant look and a smile that seemed to be accurate to the millimeter.

Twin brothers with different personalities but equally vicious.

"Nice to meet you," Toru Amuro patted the stiff Kazami Yuya, and stood in front of his subordinate naturally to block Kitahara Yuki's sharp sight.

"I think Mr. Kita should be more concerned about Hase Hikaru's condition at this time, instead of messing with the mentality of my subordinates here."

"You are a dull and simple sir, but you have a good boss." Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue and did not mind Toru Amuro pointing out his purpose directly.

He continued, "I think Mr. Public Security has no reason to detain me. I haven't done anything bad that requires me to be invited for tea. As for Xiaoguang, I trust him. After all, he is another soul of mine in the world."

Another soul?

What a strange description.