Chapter 53

Now is not the best time to ask questions.

The black-haired young man took out the red pen from Toru Amuro's hand and tapped the table lightly. The low and regular trembling sound with a sense of pressure impacted Gin's beating nerves.

A minute later, when the other party's patience was about to run out, Kitahara Yuki slowly spoke, "It is not easy to borrow Bourbon's mobile phone. Can you imagine how much effort I put in to dial this number?"

[What did you do to Bourbon?]

Gin sneered, and the sound of the lighter dialing was clearly transmitted to Kitahara Yuki's ears.

"You know it very well, don't you? In that situation, you let Bourbon come to me, isn't it just throwing him to me to play with."

Such a tender tone and ambiguous words made Amuro Toru raise his eyebrows, and he fixed his eyes on Kitahara Yuki's face with squinting eyes and calm expression.

The tone of Kitahara Yuki saying to Irie Shinya "Do you want to sleep with me" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Calm and indifferent, even a little bit of barely perceptible boredom.

Kitahara Yuki is not interested in "sex".

He has never been in a formal relationship.

"Gin, you paused for 5 seconds, thinking about how to deal with me? You are so pitiful, there are garbage around you, and there is not even someone who can deal with me." Kitahara Yuki grabbed the pillow beside him and stuffed it into his lower back.

The sounds of small objects falling to the ground and things being crushed rang out one after another, followed by Gin's slightly heavier breathing.

It wasn't heavy, but the sharp Kitahara Yuki caught it.

[If you have something to say, just say it.]

Kitahara Yuki quickly raised his eyebrows, and the opportunity to ask a question was caught in his arms, "There have been changes in the top management of the organization. Do you have a new boss above you?"

[No.]

The speaking speed was 0.1 second faster than usual, and the ending tone was slightly raised, which is a common manifestation of concealing the facts.

Gin is lying. This thought flashed through Kitahara Yuki's mind.

"I got it. Goodbye." Kitahara Yuki got the answer and hung up the phone without mercy, throwing it to Amuro Toru beside him, "It seems that our inference is correct. The organization has indeed undergone significant changes."

Amuro Toru, who heard the whole process by turning up the volume, nodded.

Even though he was used to Kitahara Yuki's ability to see through people's hearts, he still found it incredible, like magic.

"Mr. Magician, it's 17:34 now. What do you want to eat tonight?"

This kind of address...

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru's injured right hand and added: "You guide from the side and I'll do it."

This proposal was agreed by Amuro Toru, but half an hour later, staring at the oyster sauce lettuce in front of him that was burnt three times because of Kitahara Yuki's operation, he was silent for a rare minute.

Kitahara Yuki was silent for a long time, trying to make up for it.

"Don't be like that. You look as if I've already blown up your kitchen." Kitahara Yuki faced Amuro Toru's disapproving gaze, glanced at the black bottom of the pot, and a mass of unidentified objects on the white porcelain plate.

"It looks OK--"

The voice gradually became lower as Amuro Toru's gaze became increasingly cold. Amuro Toru took a deep breath and said slowly: "Get out."

It's lawless. This guy actually spoke to his only friend in this tone.

Kitahara Yuki sat on the sofa with a sullen face, crumpled the pillow into a ball, and threw it aside. He stared at the back of Amuro Toru's head and silently condemned him for a minute.

"Don't stare at me like that. Even if you beg me, I won't give you the chance to enter the kitchen." In the kitchen, Amuro Toru didn't even turn his head back, his tone was firm.

No way, you would!

Kitahara Yuki retorted in his heart. The blond-haired public security officer could not stand his submissive expression. Toru Amuro, who looked gentle but was actually strict, restrained and a little indifferent, was surprisingly easy to talk to the weak, even if the weakness was just a pretense by Kitahara Yuki.

The time waiting for the meal was a bit boring, and Kitahara Yuki once again set his eyes on the A4 paper with the timeline written on it.

Just now, he attracted Toru Amuro's attention through prisoner A and the changes in the organization, causing the other party to ignore two pieces of information.

Irie Shinya and the bomber are in a cooperative relationship, and the target is Kitahara Yuki.

Pramiya has set his sights on Toru Amuro and Kitahara Yuki.

However, Toru Amuro found that it was a matter of time, probably tomorrow morning.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Toru Amuro who was serving the dishes, and stood up to help.

He needs to avoid Amuro Toru to find Irie Shinya and Pramya, but he can't go back next door.

Because Rin Sugawa has already come to Japan, the probability that she will return to the Trojan Apartment is 100%. Based on the sudden flashback of the memory at the Ota Hotel, it is better for the two of them to separate for a while.

"Do you mind if I stay in the study for one night?" Kitahara Yuki, who doesn't like the atmosphere of the hotel, decided to ask Amuro Toru for help to solve the accommodation problem tonight.

He picked up a chopstick of lettuce and stuffed it into his mouth. The familiar taste made him squint his eyes happily.

Amuro Toru glanced at Kitahara Yuki, who looked satisfied, and after a little thought, he got the answer, "Are you hiding from Rin Sugawa?"

Kitahara Yuki's silence gave Amuro Toru the answer, and he smiled briefly, "You can sleep in the master bedroom."

So generous?

Then where does Amuro Toru sleep? Kitahara Yuki paused for a moment while chewing.

Toru Amuro caught Kitahara Yuki's puzzled expression, and he explained, "The Public Security Bureau needs a report on the Daejeon Building bombing, and the organization needs a report on you. These all need to be completed in the study."

It sounds like this guy is busier than a moving ant.

Kitahara Yuki quickly finished a bowl of rice, and went to the kitchen to add half a bowl. The full white rice grains completely attracted his attention, and he nodded randomly.

It was not until Kitahara Yuki was lying on the bed in the master bedroom, with the breath of the blond public security officer enveloping him, that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Oops, he only considered that he didn't like hotels, but forgot to consider that he didn't like the smell of others on his body.

He pinched the dark gray quilt hard, his fingertips turned slightly white, and his inky eyes turned around irregularly, and then he threw himself into the soft bed in a frustrated manner. Forget it

. As a guest, occupying the host's room is already rude enough, not to mention asking the host to change the four-piece bedding in this busy situation.

There were regular knocks on the door.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly jumped up like a stranded fish. He ignored the cold ground and ran barefoot to the door.

At this time, Amuro Toru would only knock on the door for two things, one was a difficult mystery, and the other was -

"Come and change the four-piece suit for me?" The voice penetrated the door and landed in Amuro Toru's ears.

A slender white hand suddenly opened the door, and a black head emerged from behind the door, slightly raising his head to reveal Kitahara Yuki's pretty face that was deliberately pretending to be good.

Amuro Toru's eyes lingered on Kitahara Yuki's raised mouth for a moment, and finally fell on the other's white and slender toes.

The round toes were bent and fell on the cold ground, trembling slightly.

"It seems that the last cold didn't teach you a big enough lesson, so that you walk barefoot on the floor in 3-8 degrees Celsius."

Kitahara Yuki took the four-piece set of laundry detergent and fragrance, and his expression was blank for a moment. He immediately turned around and put on light blue plush slippers under the increasingly serious gaze of Amuro Toru.

"Okay." Kitahara Yuki stepped forward, showing the slippers on his feet, indicating Amuro Toru to retract his overly cold expression.

He patted the four-piece set, "You really understand me. When did you discover my habit?"

Buzz-

the sound of the mobile phone vibrating interrupted the conversation between the two. Kitahara Yuki made a stop gesture, and then turned on the phone. It was a text message.

[Mr. Kitahara, a senior is about to hold a wedding tomorrow. He received a threatening letter. Are you interested in participating in the wedding puzzle? ——Takagi Wataru]

"Wow, a wedding puzzle for Mr. Police."

Kitahara Yuki smiled, he couldn't refuse a wedding puzzle.

But now, Toru Amuro is the most important thing. Kitahara Yuki motioned to the blond police officer to continue the topic.

"The night I first met Sikawa Rin." Toru Amuro spoke calmly, his eyes tilted to the left, and his lips pursed slightly. This is an expression that recalls the past.

He frowned suddenly, and the muscles of his upper eyelids tensed. Obviously this memory did not bring any good emotions to Tohru Amuro.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Toru Amuro very quickly and turned sideways to let him in.

"You were very sleepy that day, but you didn't sleep for long in my room. Your sleep quality is not good. The unfamiliar environment and the smell of other people will make your sleep quality worse."

"All right." Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and gave compliments generously, maxing out the emotional value, "Your insight amazes me."

Amuro Toru pursed his lips and did not answer, waiting for the other party's next sentence.

"Zero."

This is how he called it?

Kitahara Yuki was going to make an excessive request.

Amuro Toru, sitting on the chair, tensed his back.

"Do you mind using your only remaining left hand to make me a glass of espresso?" Kitahara Yuki considered the tone, organized the language, and observed the expression.

Amuro Toru's expression was calm, without obvious resistance.

There's hope!

"You know my habit. I need ice. I don't like the conventional way of drinking warm espresso, nor do I need a glass of water to remove the taste in my mouth."

Amuro Toru snorted, turned on his phone, and put the screen in front of Kitahara Yuki.

"If there is nothing wrong with my hearing and vision, I did receive a request for a cup of special refreshing espresso at 21:31? Do you have a report to write too?"

Of course not. Kitahara

Yuki wanted to sneak away while Amuro Toru was asleep, but he needed coffee to wake him up, so he lowered his head guiltily.

Is it not feasible to rely on coffee to last until Amuro Toru falls asleep?

But... he still didn't give up, and needed to make another desperate struggle.

"You can't have only one red pen." Kitahara Yuki said firmly, "When I was analyzing the case this afternoon, you only took out a red pen."

This simple sentence made Amuro Toru's muscles tense up instantly, and his lips pursed into a straight line. His eyes wandered, and the red pen that was held back and forth between him and Xiaoxing came to mind.

He rubbed his fingertips subconsciously, and seemed to be able to detect Kitahara Yuki's body temperature remaining on the red pen.

About to be discovered?

About leaving only one red pen and increasing contact.

"Relax, you look very nervous."

Kitahara Yuki patted Amuro Toru's shoulder reassuringly, and the tense muscles made a popping sound under his hands, as if he was patting a ripe watermelon.

His eyes swept over Toru Amuro's red ears, and Kitahara Yuki unexpectedly found this description very suitable.

He leaned close to Toru Amuro's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't worry, even if I deduce that you are the type who likes to go to the bathroom with friends and share a red pen, I won't make a fuss and let everyone know."

The other party was just like a childish DK who wanted to do everything with his friends.

Kitahara Yuki: Toru Amuro is actually the type of clingy little friend.

Toru Amuro: I should be thankful that I wasn't discovered, but Yuki's slowness in emotions is a headache.

Kitahara Yuki came to his senses and nodded solemnly. In order to highlight the credibility of his words, he even added a sentence.

"I just want to keep this a secret and make a deal with you about coffee. I won't tell a certain FBI about this cute little habit."

However, the other party's ten-minute video of reversing into the garage can be sent to Akai Shuichi.

As a punishment for Amuro Toru not showing him the "relic".

"So, can I have a cup of espresso? I don't like black coffee as a meal substitute."

Amuro Toru: ...

No upright public security officer can refuse the temptation to eliminate the FBI's meal substitute, even if Kazami can, he can't.

"Do you need two cups?"

"Huh?" Kitahara Yuki looked up in surprise and met Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes that seemed to be burning with flames.

This guy's desire to win is simply embodied, and there is an illusion that the air is burned and distorted by the flame called "fighting spirit".