Chapter 50

"Sir, you've got the wrong person. I'm not a kou."

Kitahara Yuki stood up, picked up the coat that was spread out on the marble countertop, and tucked his phone between his legs. "I'm just an ordinary person who's been deceived."

After he finished speaking, he pinched a corner of the coat's shoulder with each hand, shook off the dust on the surface, and put it on slowly. The

sudden rise in temperature made him instinctively breathe a sigh of relief, and his spirit rose and slowly dissipated into the air.

[It sounds like you're very angry.]

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other and the sound of something being cut came clearly from the receiver. Kitahara Yuki could almost imagine Amuro Toru moving his body and continuing to defuse the bomb.

Afterwards, Amuro Toru would turn on the speaker and put the phone aside.

The subtle echo that followed confirmed Kitahara Yuki's thoughts.

Kitahara Yuki picked up the phone again and took a step back.

The windows on the fourth floor were completely in his field of vision.

"How could I be angry? I've already thought about what to bring when I sweep the graves next year. How about iced coffee?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuya Kazami's gasp, which could not be ignored, hit Kitahara Yuki's ears unexpectedly.

Kitahara Yuki turned his head very quickly, holding his breath, suppressing his anger and worry towards Toru Amuro, rubbing his sore nose, raising his eyebrows and asking, "What? Do you have an opinion? Do you want to change something when sweeping the graves for your boss?"

Yuya Kazami shut up decisively. He quickly glanced at Kitahara Yuki's red eyes and the white fingertips that were whitened from squeezing the phone tightly.

He looked worried to death.

He looked like he was about to cry.

His mouth was so hard.

But his eyes were still scary. Yuya Kazami, who was looking at Kitahara Yuki with the eyes of a dead man, lowered his head wisely until Kitahara Yuki was attracted by Amuro Toru.

[Did Kazami offend you? Don't be angry, he is not very good at talking.]

Yes, a public security officer who is the best at talking is defusing a deadly bomb on the fourth floor.

Kitahara Yuki bent his left hand and gently stroked the second joint of his index finger with his thumb.

So annoying.

He sneered and did not answer immediately. He switched the mobile phone in his right hand to his left hand and held it with his shoulder, then took out his own mobile phone from his pocket, edited the content and sent it to Hase Hikari.

[I need information about Pramia within one minute - Kitahara Yuki]

[Why aren't you talking? Don't worry, my friend has defused Pramia's bomb, so I can too. ]

This nostalgic tone immediately reminded Kitahara Yuki of Amuro Toru's expression full of memories on the fourth floor, and he said firmly: "Are they the two friends with great talent for bomb disposal that you mentioned?"

Buzz buzz-

Kitahara Yuki opened the email sent by Hase Hikaru, his eyes fell on the gas leak in the Shibuya commercial and residential building and the Ferris wheel explosion. He enlarged the picture in the report, "Is it the police officer named Matsuda Jinpei?"

[Hmm...]

The suddenly lowered voice and the brief answer made Kitahara Yuki raise an eyebrow.

Amuro Toru is sad.

This won't do. Now is the time to defuse the bomb. If he uses this state to deal with life-threatening things, he will really lose his life accidentally. He needs to say something to cheer Amuro Toru up.

"Sugawa Rin can also defuse the bomb in Pramya. I'll send you his contact information on my phone, so keep an eye out for it."

[No need!]

Kitahara Yuki, who was editing a text message, was stunned. The raised voice well demonstrated Amuro Toru's somewhat childish desire to win or lose. Next, he will say...

[I can defuse the bomb myself.]

- No worse than Sugawa Rin.

Kitahara Yuki completed the second half of Amuro Toru's sentence in his heart.

Kitahara Yuki took down the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder with his accurate reasoning. After clearly seeing the name of Furuya Rei on it and confirming that he did not dial the wrong number, his expression became extremely strange.

Although the success ignited Amuro Toru's fighting spirit, but -

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong personality. However, you should also be more restrained in this strange desire to win. Now you are defusing bombs!"

The response to Kitahara Yuki was a busy tone from the phone.

For a moment, Kitahara Yuki's expression was extremely interesting. He looked at Kazami Yuya in disbelief and asked in an uncertain tone: "He hung up on me?"

Kazami Yuya nodded heavily. Kitahara

Yuki didn't believe it, and looked at the young police officer who had been protecting him, "He hung up on me?"

The young police officer glanced at Kitahara Yuki's somewhat broken expression, considered the tone, and said: "Maybe... maybe the signal is not good."

Kitahara Yuki smiled coldly, bit his back teeth, and a chilling voice squeezed out from between his lips and teeth, "He, hung up on me."

The police officers who heard the three different tones were all worried for their boss.

Yuya Kazami was already considering whether to ask Mr. Fūya not to come down, because the door of the building was blocked by a psychologist who was more terrifying than a bomb.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little weird, and in the stagnant air, there was a kind of fatal silence spreading.

Until Kitahara Yuki spoke again.

"There are still 30 seconds."

Yuya Kazami realized that Kitahara Yuki was talking about the time when the bomb exploded.

The black-haired young man raised his head, and his cold eyes fell on the huge glass on the fourth floor. The height of nearly 15 meters and the reflective glass did not allow him to see the situation inside clearly.

"That guy will survive, right?"

No one answered, and Kitahara Yuki did not need anyone to answer. His right hand tightly grasped his left hand, his nails deeply embedded in the flesh, and red bloodshot all over the whites of his eyes. The whole person looked wolfish and fragile.

He closed his eyes tightly, and eagerly looked through his memory, trying to find a way out. Suddenly, his sight stopped at a photo, which was a photo of the Pramia bomb dismantled by Matsuda Jinpei.

The chewing gum blocked the intersection of the blue and powder liquids.

This is the way to prevent the bomb from exploding.

"Yes, they are good friends, he will also notice this detail, and he will survive." Kitahara Yuki muttered to himself, and under the worried gaze of Kazami Yuya, he suddenly rushed out of the encirclement and ran to the fourth floor.

The sound of running was particularly clear in the unusually quiet space.

'3' Kitahara Yuki silently counted down the bomb explosion in his mind.

The probability of Amuro Toru finding a way to stop the bomb explosion was 100%.

'2'

When he found out that it was time to hang up the phone, he found a way and put it into practice, so he hung up the phone.

'1'

Because of the uncertainty of the bomb, the probability of Amuro Toru going down the stairs was 100%, and

the silent count ended.

Bang -

the impact happened in a moment, and Kitahara Yuki's body suddenly leaned back due to inertia, and was quickly surrounded by someone's waist.

His face was pressed against the other person's warm chest, and his heartbeat of more than a hundred times a minute made his ears full of violent thumping sounds.

Ha, this guy also needs to do an electrocardiogram and a color Doppler ultrasound of the heart.

"Do you know the suspension bridge effect?"

"What?"

Why did Amuro suddenly ask this question?

"In a high-pressure or extremely stimulating environment, people tend to misinterpret emotions such as tension and stimulation as the attraction of someone nearby."

Amuro Toru asked himself and answered himself. He put his warm palm on Kitahara Yuki's face, forcing the black-haired young man who turned his head to look directly at him.

"So, my heartbeat just now was accelerated because of the suspension bridge effect." Amuro Toru tried his best to control his facial expression. The feeling of surviving a disaster made him want to indulge himself, but fortunately his self-control was strong enough.

- Do you have this feeling?

- I do, but I know clearly that it is not the suspension bridge effect, but other emotions.

Amuro Toru bit his tongue unceremoniously, and the stinging pain and the strong smell of blood made him swallow the words in his throat.

Not yet...

wait until everything is over, wait until he is able to protect Kitahara Yuki. He needs to say something to divert his attention, so as to avoid being tempted to say what is hidden in his heart.

"Where is the iced coffee you brought me?"

Kitahara Yuki looked up, and Amuro Toru's overly good-looking face bumped into his sight without warning. He quickly wiped the fine beads of sweat on Amuro Toru's forehead and handed her a white handkerchief.

"Now is not the time to talk about iced coffee. Tell me the truth, why did you stay up there to defuse the bomb instead of leaving?"

When there was plenty of time to evacuate the crowd, it was extremely stupid for a police officer who was not from the explosives department to stay up there to defuse the bomb, not to mention that this police officer was an excellent undercover agent.

"I received a text message, and I will be given another location to plant the bomb three seconds before the explosion, but the premise is that I don't leave the fourth floor."

This method of committing crimes that makes people stiffen their fists...

Kitahara Yuki immediately pulled out the information of Matsuda Jinpei from the huge memory palace, "Ferris wheel bomber?"

Amuro Toru nodded, pulled Kitahara Yuki's wrist and walked down the stairs, "The other bomb has been solved by Hase Hikaru and Sugawa Rin, let's go have a cup of iced coffee first." Kitahara

Yuki raised his eyebrows and caught Amuro Toru's fleeting expression - avoiding his eyes, looking to the right, and his right shoulder shaking very quickly.

Oh, a hidden expression, Amuro Toru even used Hase Hikaru, Sugawa Rin and iced coffee to divert his attention.

This won't do.

Kitahara Yuki slapped Amuro Toru's hand away and leaned lazily against the wall of the passage. His dark eyes watched all of Amuro Toru's movements, not even sparing his sweaty hair.

"Hikari and Rin were looking for you? As expected, I asked them about Pramya. According to their personalities, they would not ignore it. They were afraid that I was in danger."

Amuro Toru's expression and movements were within the normal reaction, indicating that his inference was correct. Kitahara Yuki continued: "Then let's talk about the things you left for me. The third drawer of the bedside table."

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his toes pointed outward.

- Amuro Toru wanted to escape.

Kitahara Yuki clamped Amuro Toru's wrist first, and put his whole body weight on him. Taking advantage of the gap when he protected him with his hands, he pushed Amuro Toru against the wall.

The light blond and black hair intertwined with each other, and the warm breath beside his ear made Amuro Toru's hands tremble slightly. He tilted his head back, revealing his Adam's apple that rolled very quickly and returned to its original position.

"I give up, let me go." Amuro Toru's eyes swept across Kitahara Yuki's soft lips and fell on the slender white neck.

So white, how can it be so white.

Is his whole body so white?

"I won't let go."

Kitahara Yuki's voice called Amuro Toru back to his thoughts.

"Now, go back to Trojan Apartments, open your door, take out the things in the drawer, and give them to me."