Chapter 54

Shuichi Akai is simply the lifelong enemy of Toru Amuro.

After getting a cup of coffee and sending Toru Amuro away, Yuki Kitahara thought silently.

He lay on his back on the bed, and the new four-piece suit obviously made him feel much better. He even raised the corners of his mouth happily, closed his eyes and began to think about his future plans.

According to the body's tolerance to caffeine, he will enter rapid eye movement sleep after two hours, and complicated dreams will wrap him up.

Then, under the influence of caffeine, he will wake up after three hours.

A splitting headache will make him sober instantly.

Yuki Kitahara suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and rubbed his sore forehead, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time.

[4:21]

It was exactly the same as he calculated, exactly five hours.

Kitahara Yuki quickly cleaned himself up and drank the remaining cup of coffee in two times. The 50ml coffee liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, acting on the blood system and stimulating the nerves.

His dark eyes suddenly lit up, looking like fully charged indicator lights, and he suddenly became more energetic.

He pushed open the door lightly and glanced at the closed study.

Now is the sleeping time of Amuro Toru, but his undercover career makes the blond policeman nervous, and often the slightest sound can wake the other party up.

"Keep your voice down." Kitahara Yuki muttered in his heart and glanced at the kitchen.

The "relics" hidden by Kazami Yuya have probably been collected by Amuro Toru. It is not a cost-effective deal to explore the kitchen at night when you may wake him up.

Kitahara Yuki gave a short laugh and murmured, "I'll solve this mystery when I get back."

Click -

the sound of the door lock closing dissipated in the silent night. Kitahara Yuki walked downstairs, avoiding the three police officers who were waiting, and came to the garage.

Huh -

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, and the fresh air soothed his sleepy brain. He took out the key of the Mazda from his pocket and pressed the unlock button.

"Old man, I'll take you to see the world today." The headlights flashed at the right time, and the click of unlocking sounded.

Kitahara Yuki patted the metal shell of the Mazda and nimbly got into the driver's seat.

The engine started, and the Mazda sprang out. Kitahara Yuki took out his mobile phone and edited the text message very quickly.

[Xiao Guang, Takagi Shigeru, please send me a copy of the floor plan of the address of my 'Wedding Mystery Group' - Yuki Kitahara]

[Zero, lend me your Mazda. Also, please bring a cup of coffee to me - Yuki Kitahara] The sending time is set to ten hours later.

He took a last look at the end of the text message, his eyes wandering, and he could almost imagine the horrible expression on Toru Amuro's face when he received this text message.

Taking a deep breath, Yuki Kitahara patted the steering wheel of the Mazda and defended himself righteously.

"I'm not greedy for that sip of coffee. An occasional little joke can make that guy come out of the shadows. Don't look at his gentle appearance, his heart is already full of holes."

Yuki Kitahara sighed, and was not interested in being Toru Amuro's psychologist at all.

"He will be crushed by his excessive sense of responsibility sooner or later." Kitahara Yuki paused and corrected, "Oh, that's not accurate. He is the kind of scary guy who will still stand up and rush forward even if he is crushed."

Well, now is not the time to analyze Amuro Toru's inner thoughts.

"Now, it's my turn to perform." Kitahara Yuki snorted coldly, stopped the Mazda, opened the door, and looked at the tall building opposite.

Irie Shinya lives in room 603 on the sixth floor.

His sight swept across the lighted room 603, and Kitahara Yuki turned on his phone, switched to the floor plan of the apartment opposite, and after making sure that all the information was memorized in his mind, he stepped up.

***

Bang, bang—

Shinya Irie suddenly jumped up, holding his cell phone upside down, and the metal and wooden table collided, making a crisp snapping sound. His sharp eyes fell on the door panel that was knocked.

"Who?" He fiddled with his sweaty hair slightly, and approached the door panel cautiously until he heard a familiar and muffled sound.

"It's me."

—Kitahara Yuki's voice!

This recognition made Shinya Irie's eyes light up, and he rushed to the door in an instant and opened the door of trouble.

"Hello... Hello... It's so late, what's the matter?"

Kitahara Yuki blinked, and his eyes paused on Shinya Irie's flushed cheeks for a second, and then shifted to the other's trembling hands.

"You look very nervous," Kitahara Yuki heard the clear sound of Irie Shinya swallowing his saliva, and said lazily, "Obviously, my arrival surprised you."

"However, you tried to expand your not-so-strong body to block the door. Combined with your previous quick action of opening the door, it can be concluded that you wanted me to go in, but there was something in the room that I couldn't see."

Irie Shinya swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, and turned his body to the side, with a sincere tone, "You are really amazing, just like Sherlock Holmes, how did you deduce it?" He

is quite good at exaggerating.

Kitahara Yuki had an indifferent expression, caught Irie Shinya's almost worshipful eager gaze, walked into the room with steady breathing, and saw the complete works of Sherlock Holmes on the bookshelf at the first time.

"It seems that you are very interested in reasoning." Kitahara Yuki retracted his gaze, "It is not difficult to deduce these, it is just deduction plus psychology. If you have sharp observation and a brain that is good at thinking, it is easy to learn it."

"These two things are not something that ordinary people can have." Irie Shinya took out a can of black coffee from the refrigerator and handed it to Kitahara Yuki.

"There is one person who can do it." The cold iced coffee made Kitahara Yuki a little dazed, and the innocent drooping eyes of the blond public security officer quickly flashed through his mind.

Amuro Toru can do it, but Mr. Public Security is not interested in psychology. He understands psychology in order to understand him.

Tsk -

this is not a suitable time to think about that guy. Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, pulled the pull ring, and took a big sip of cold coffee.

The chill went down his throat and penetrated into his limbs, and Kitahara Yuki woke up instantly.

He scanned the surroundings, trying to figure out why Irie Shinya hadn't let him in the first place.

His eyes quickly scanned the area, finally landing on the upside-down phone on the coffee table and the scattered tissues.

"Based on human holding habits, humans generally prefer to place the phone screen facing them, rather than turning it upside down like this."

There are things in the phone that Kitahara Yuki must not see. Kitahara Yuki came to a conclusion instantly.

Oh, just like the first time he met Amuro Toru, he also turned the phone upside down at the first moment.

Kitahara Yuki shook his head, dispelling the figure in his memory and looked at the opposite side. Irie

Shinya's blood color faded in an instant, and his face, as white as paper, looked like a ghost floating in the moonlight, with a sense of gloom and danger.

A second later, that face was dotted with red, and the light brown eyes stared at Kitahara Yuki without blinking.

The obsession in his eyes made Kitahara Yuki frown subconsciously. This kind of reaction?

"Can I see it?" Kitahara Yuki raised his chin towards his phone, and with a deliberately gentle tone of voice, he easily comforted Shinya Irie who was in a state of disarray.

The soft black hair swayed slightly, sparkling under the incandescent light, and the dazzlingly white skin instantly hit Shinya Irie's pupils.

He swallowed quickly, and his voice became tight and dry due to the lack of water in his throat. He stuttered, "Yes, as long as... it's your request, it's fine."

Kitahara Yuki smiled briefly, picked up the phone, and turned on the screen.

The phone was facing Shinya Irie, and after the other party entered the lock screen password, he took back the phone, and what he saw made his eyes widen in surprise.

"They are just my photos, are they making you so nervous?"

As Kitahara Yuki's fingertips slid across the screen, photos flashed in the phone.

They were all photos of him buying wallets and cufflinks in Ginza.

Judging from this angle, they were captured through surveillance.

Irie Shinya hesitated, quickly swept away the crumpled tissue on the coffee table, tied the garbage bag, and then suddenly relaxed and exhaled slowly.

"I don't quite understand your behavior. What are you nervous about?" Kitahara Yuki's confusion was perfectly displayed in front of Irie Shinya.

——He is not angry. This information flashed through Irie Shinya's mind.

This calm emotion without ups and downs is obviously completely different from the reactions of most people. He is not angry about the invasion of privacy, nor does he feel ashamed?

Shinya Irie suddenly thought of the psychology books he had studied in order to get close to Kitahara Yuki some time ago. This behavior is very similar to a mental illness.

What is it?

He patted his head in distress, trying to awaken his memory, but Kitahara Yuki did not give him time to continue thinking.

"But now is not the time to talk about this. You ask Pramia to come over. I know she also lives in this apartment."

However, with the guy's cowardice, he could not guarantee whether the other party would temporarily change the safe house.

"How do you know!" Shinya Irie raised his voice.

He also knew Pramia's hiding place not long ago. How did Kitahara Yuki know it?

Relying on deduction + psychology?

What kind of reasoning is this? Does Kitahara Yuki have the ability to read minds?

That legendary superpower?

"What nonsense are you thinking about." Kitahara avoided the seat where Shinya Irie sat before opening the door and sat down on the other side of the sofa. "This is just based on psychology and modern surveillance. We have to believe in science."

God knows how he and Xiaoguang looked through the surveillance without a break for two hours after drinking coffee and couldn't fall asleep. After identifying the suspicious person, it took them a lot of effort to find this place.

Pramya is like a black rabbit. There are as many safe houses as caves and they are hard to find.

I have never seen someone who is so good at hiding. No wonder this internationally notorious bomber has been at large for so long and has not been caught.

"I also know that you and Pramya decided to take action today. You want to kidnap me."

The firm tone made Shinya Irie silent for a moment.

Is this also seen from the surveillance? How is this possible?

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Irie Shinya indifferently, and said lazily, "No, this time it's reasoning. Based on your profiles, your personalities allow me to easily deduce the time of your action."

He lifted his right leg and casually placed it on his left knee. He narrowed his dark eyes and smiled coldly at the invisible camera on the upper left, "Why, I came here in person and was kidnapped by you, and you can't let you show up?"

"...Pramya."

These four words seemed to be rolled around on Kitahara Yuki's tongue before being slowly spit out, with an ambiguous emotion.

He could almost imagine the hooded woman hiding behind the surveillance, standing up in surprise and anger, and falling to the chair behind her with a bang.

Buzz -

it was the sound of Irie Shinya's mobile phone vibrating.

He hurriedly opened his phone, read the text message, and quickly went into the bedroom without paying attention to Kitahara Yuki on the sofa.

A minute later, he came out with a white towel in his hand.

Kitahara Yuki immediately cast his eyes on the wet white towel.

Irie Shinya shrank his neck and explained, "It's sevoflurane. Pramia asked me to do it. Don't be angry with me."

Sevoflurane is a colorless, transparent, aromatic and non-irritating liquid that is often used for preoperative anesthesia.

Oh, the cautious and timid Pramia wanted to daze him and then show up.

Kitahara Yuki sneered, snatched the white towel from Irie Shinya's hand, and threw it on the wooden coffee table.

"Only rats in the gutter would be so timid." Kitahara Yuki looked at the camera provocatively, "Pramya, I don't like this way of meeting."

After saying that, Kitahara Yuki quickly approached Irie Shinya, and under the other's eager gaze, he sneered and suddenly raised his wooden bar to the other's waist.

The dark wooden bar pressed a dent on the black sweater. Kitahara Yuki said lazily: "Mr. Irie, don't move, now is my home court." The

casual tone came from the ear, vibrating the eardrum, causing Irie Shinya to reflexively shrink his neck, and then quickly controlled his instinct to turn his head to the side, feeling the warm breath spraying on his ears.

How can someone threaten the kidnapper so righteously.

He is really hot.

Shinya Irie's eyes wandered, his thoughts racing.

"Now, take me to see Pramya."

The deep voice brought Shinya Irie back to his senses. He looked to the left at the black-haired young man who was squinting and looking listless. The slightly blue eye muscles were very obvious on his fair skin.

"Did you stay up late? Are you sleepy? Do you need a rest?"

Kitahara Yuki sneered and casually moved the wooden pole that Rin Sugawa gave him, finally landing on the other's Adam's apple and increasing the force.

"Don't try to change the subject, let's get down to business."

"But." Irie Shinya glanced at Kitahara Yuki cautiously, and his gaze suddenly retracted as if burned, and he said dryly: "The place where we meet is set by Pramya. She didn't contact me on her own initiative, and I don't know where to find her."

He added, facing Kitahara Yuki's increasingly cold gaze, "She may not want to see you awake."

"She's really troublesome."

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath.

He still has another choice, destroying the surveillance and hypnotizing Irie Shinya again.

However, Irie Shinya was telling the truth, he didn't know where Pramya was.

Kitahara Yuki couldn't guarantee that Pramya was still at the place where the two met last time.

This matter is related to Amuro Toru's undercover mission.

Can't take risks.

Make a decision and do it.

Kitahara Yuki put away the wooden warehouse. Unhappily, he picked up the white towel on the coffee table, sat on the sofa, and gently covered his mouth and nose.

The drug takes about two minutes to take effect.

Kitahara Yuki blinked his swollen dark eyes, and the Mazda parked downstairs appeared in his mind.

He had to solve it as soon as possible so that he could drink the iced coffee brought by Amuro Toru later.