Chapter 55

His thoughts drifted away, and after an unknown amount of time, Kitahara Yuki heard a muted quarrel.

"Why isn't he awake yet? Pramya, did you give me the wrong dose of the drug?"

"Are you questioning me?" The voice suddenly rose.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake him up. And don't touch him, he's mine!"

- So noisy!

Kitahara Yuki suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze fell on the hands of Irie Shinya and him. The remaining drugs made his head dizzy, but he still reacted quickly and pulled his hand out.

"Get out!"

The cold voice was like a sharp blade that suddenly pierced into Irie Shinya's heart and turned without mercy. The extreme pain made his head dazed, and he stared at Kitahara Yuki blankly.

So fierce.

But I like it so much.

Irie Shinya swallowed his saliva very quickly and turned his red face away to avoid Kitahara Yuki's gaze.

"Pramya." Kitahara Yuki looked at the bomber who was hiding in a wide hood and wearing a bird mask on his face.

He only called out the other party's name, then leaned lazily on the sofa and kept silent.

Pramya laughed angrily, recalling the provocative look of Kitahara Yuki seen through the surveillance, and the electronic sound changed by the instrument jumped out from between his lips and teeth.

"You fall into a trap just to sit here and shout my name?"

Kitahara Yuki expected the other party to be angry. He liked the feeling that everything was under control, and even his sore brain felt much more comfortable.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not throwing myself into a trap." Kitahara said with an innocent tone, looking at Pramya with interest.

His muscles tightened, his breathing quickened, his body leaned forward slightly, and anger occupied the other person's brain.

"This is just a small act of kindness to prevent you from doing useless work. You originally planned to kidnap me today. You see, I avoided your failure."

There was a clear cracking sound of the joints, and Kitahara Sachi glanced at Pramya's tightly clenched fist. "Being angry is not a good habit."

Irie Shinya quickly glanced at Pramya, who was about to explode, and hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt Kitahara Sachi.

He even wanted to cover the black-haired young man's mouth, but finally gave up the plan under the cold glare of Kitahara Yukimori. "Don't make her angry, I can't beat her."

Kitahara Yuki sneered.

It is his habit to take the lead in negotiations, and angering the other party is one of his methods.

If Amuro was here, he would definitely understand his thoughts at the first time and provide a beautiful assist.

Next, he needs to use words to make Pramya fall into self-doubt and fear.

Are you ready? He is going to start showing the charm of language.

"Let me guess your true identity first, and start the analysis from your original plan to kidnap me." Kitahara Yuki straightened his expression, raised his right leg and put it on his left knee. His slender legs made the double sofa look a little cramped.

He looked around. The room was very ordinary, with a simple and rough feeling of just moving in. There was no object that could reflect personality.

The other party cleaned the room and removed all personal belongings to prevent him from obtaining information.

"You are very jealous of me, but it's not enough. There is not much difference between your betrayal and telling me the answer directly."

The deliberately lowered voice and the final elongated tail tone, with a great sense of oppression, deeply nailed the two prisoners in place.

"Obviously, you wanted to kidnap me in Daejeon Building before, but I found the bomb in advance and ruined your plan.

You won't let stupid Mr. Irie use such a boring method again. Then where will you start? You dare not hurt me directly in public. Did the organization warn you? Xiaoguang did it?"

Pramiya's silence and suddenly heavier breathing gave Kitahara Yuki the answer.

All right.

Kitahara Yuki slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

The pleasure of forcing a criminal into a desperate situation is even more fascinating than ten cups of coffee. It stimulates the nerves, and the extreme secretion of dopamine makes his heart beat faster.

"In this case, you will take other measures, start with my friends, and ask me to a crowded place."

But he doesn't have many friends around him, and even fewer friends who can be tricked by Pramia. The only ones who are easy to deceive are Yuya Kazami and Wataru Takagi.

It is more difficult and dangerous to deceive the public security than ordinary police. Pramia's target is Wataru Takagi.

And what kind of irresistible reason would Wataru Takagi use to go to a crowded place?

Obviously, ordinary reasons would not arouse his interest, but what if it is a policeman's wedding? And what if this wedding has a huge mystery?

The wedding puzzle-solving invitation sent by Wataru Takagi last night flashed through his mind.

"You want to take me away at a police wedding? You are good at fighting, and Shinya Irie is weak. You even prepared sevoflurane. This means that you are going to let Shinya Irie knock me out.

This doesn't make sense. You are more suitable to play the role of the gangster who takes me away. Why did you choose Shinya Irie to do it?

You can't get away. At a wedding, the most eye-catching people and the ones who will be discovered by the police officers at the scene at the first time are the bride and groom. And you are the bride."

Exactly.

Pramiya took a deep breath, and the shadowy sense of snooping slowly went up along her ankles, tightly twisting her heart, bringing a shudder of fear from the depths of her soul.

She seemed to be naked, standing in front of Kitahara Yuki and showing all her secrets. Anger and shame filled her whole brain, and the buzzing sound in her ears stimulated her to go crazy.

After a long while, she slowly exhaled and gritted her teeth and said, "I really should have listened to that guy and stuffed your mouth with stinky socks at the first time."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

This way of making him unhappy, and the familiarity that is hard to ignore.

"Gin's advice to you?"

Pramya smiled coldly, and the feeling of not wanting to talk nonsense hit her face. She mobilized her muscles and took great effort to throw several photos into Kitahara Yuki's arms.

"Except for the oldest-looking men, find them, or you die."

Wow, the message was successfully delivered.

Kitahara Yuki lowered his head, and a photo of Toru Amuro and his three companions paying respects at the cemetery came into view.

- Pramya didn't know that Morofushi Kagemitsu and Matsuda Jinpei had already died.

This conclusion flashed through his mind.

Oh no, if he had known that Pramya's ultimate target was not him, but Toru Amuro and his friends, he would not have used such extreme methods to provoke the other party.

Say something quickly and pass the message to Amuro.

Just a little psychological hint is enough.

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, crossed his legs, bent his fingers and slowly tapped the armrest of the sofa. The dull sound instantly tugged at the other party's heart.

"It's a bad plan, do you think I will work for you? Help you find the righteous police officer?" After a pause, Kitahara Yuki raised a playful smile, "You don't deserve it."

The angry and humiliated lady bomber will retaliate against him and Amuro Toru in other places without hesitation, such as saying -

"Look at the camera, this eloquent gentleman."

Kitahara Yuki controlled his facial muscles, showing a surprised expression, gently stroking the photo with the fingertips of his right hand, his mind turning quickly.

Pramya wants to record the video.

The recipient is Amuro.

***

[6:19]

Amuro Toru broke through the door of 603 and quickly scanned the single apartment that could be seen at a glance.

The apartment was simply furnished but very warm and tidy, indicating that someone had lived here for a long time.

There were still undried water stains on the wooden tea table, and the trash can next to it was not covered with a trash bag, indicating that someone had hurriedly cleaned the room, and there were important clues in these two places.

"Mr. Furuya." The voice of Yuya Kazami came from behind him. He looked at the message on his mobile phone and said to Toru Amuro: "This is the apartment rented by Shinya Irie."

Toru Amuro nodded, retracted his gaze from Shinya Irie's work ID, scanned the surveillance camera above his head, turned around and ordered, "Go find a bag of garbage that was thrown away not long ago."

Opening the refrigerator, Toru Amuro glanced at the full cans of black coffee, took out a can, and threw it to Yuya Kazami.

"There is this empty can in it."

"Yes!"

The door of the apartment room was closed, and the space fell into silence.

Amuro Toru closed his eyes, and the figure of Kitahara Yuki appeared in his mind. He deduced every step of the other party entering the room.

The black-haired young man would first notice the complete works of Sherlock Holmes on the bookshelf, and then scan the room. He would find the abnormality on the coffee table and go forward to check.

He slowly opened his eyes and walked towards the coffee table.

According to Kitahara Yuki's habit, he was not in good spirits due to the short sleep last night. He would choose to sit on the sofa next to the coffee table to maintain his strength.

- Kitahara Yuki seeks excitement, but is rational enough. He will not let himself fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness. The probability that he left clues nearby is 100%.

Toru Amuro bent down, using his back to block the prying eyes of the surveillance camera above, and groped around with his hands, but found what he was looking for on the other side of the sofa away from the coffee table.

A piece of paper with light brown coffee stains on it made the thin paper wrinkle, revealing a string of numbers that looked like a mobile phone number.

Why did Kitahara Yuki choose to sit on the sofa far away from the coffee table? This was inconsistent with his behavioral logic. What happened?

Toru Amuro put away the note with a sullen face, and clenched the wooden handle in his right hand.

Buzz -

the vibration of the phone brought Toru Amuro back to his senses. He quickly opened the email and clicked on the video sent from Kitahara Yuki's phone.

[Good morning. ]

Kitahara Yuki's highly recognizable voice came from the receiver, followed by a slightly shaking picture, the black head retreated, revealing the lazy Kitahara Yuki.

His forehead was being pressed tightly by Kimura, leaving a faint red mark on his fair skin.

[As you can see, I'm unfortunately being held hostage.]

Amuro Toru sneered briefly, thinking of the Mazda parked downstairs and the 24-hour dashcam monitoring on his mobile phone.

The black-haired young man took the initiative to give the kidnappers a reward.

"Poor excuse."

Even Harrow needs a can of meat to be fooled, but Kitahara Yuki only needs a complicated mystery, and he doesn't even need any benefits.

He rushed towards the trap eagerly, and thanked the prisoner for providing a fun thing.

[I know you must be lecturing me in your heart.]

Kitahara Yuki in the video paused for a moment, as if giving Amuro Toru time to react. He reached out and lifted the strands of hair in front of his forehead, and tapped the exposed forehead lightly.

However, in just a moment, a hand clamped Kitahara Yuki's wrist.

[Don't make unnecessary movements, otherwise I can't guarantee whether you will live to see your friend for the last time.]

It was an electronic synthesized voice, and Amuro Toru leaned forward, trying to find other clues.

[Lady, don't be so angry, it will make your skin condition very bad today, and you are the protagonist today.]

[Shut up!] The electronic voice was unbearable, and the video shook for a second.

Kitahara Yuki patted the hand that was clamping his wrist soothingly, and he softened his tone and spoke lazily as if teasing a child.

[I'll be brief.]

The video trembled again, and it was obvious that this tone of coaxing a child made the arrogant bomber even angrier.

Kitahara Yuki turned to the camera, and his ink-black and purple-gray eyes met his eyes across the screen.

[There are three bombs, one on me, one in the Beika Hospital, and the last one in the Beihu Shopping Mall.]

[The bomb on me will explode in an hour] Kitahara Yuki adjusted the angle to reveal the metal collar around his neck.

[Pramya needs you, Morobuchi, and Officer Matsuda to go to three places to defuse bombs.]

[Come save me, Zero]

[Use your smart mind]

The video stopped abruptly.

Toru Amuro's memory lingered for a long time on the last look that Kitahara Yuki gave him.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the timidity in his eyes. He was just like a little cat that stole some fish, stretching out a paw in joy, eager to share the joy with his companions.

"Mr. Furuya." There was a knock on the door, and Kazami Yuya pushed the door open. "What should we do next?"

Amuro Toru glanced at the surveillance camera above and said vaguely, "Go catch a cat that stole away."