Chapter 56

"You are watching the surveillance of 603."

Kitahara Yuki said firmly. He tilted his head slightly, and the black cloth that was forcibly tied to his head to cover his eyes fell down and fell on his sunken clavicle. The slight itching where the cloth met his skin was like a maggot attached to his bones irritating his nerves.

The familiar voice of Amuro Toru came from not far away, and the word "cat" could be vaguely distinguished.

Amuro plans to keep a cat?

Haro would not agree.

"You'd better keep your voice down, I don't want to gag you with tape."

Irie Shinya said sincerely. He looked at the black cloth covering Kitahara Yuki's eyes, and it went down along the rough cloth and fell on the slightly reddish skin of the other party.

His eyes wandered, and he clenched a piece of clothes.

"Okay, relax, I'll listen to you." Kitahara Yuki leaned back and shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the rough black cloth around his neck. After three unsuccessful attempts, he gave up on this seemingly weak move. He

tightened his back again, and his bound hands unconsciously rubbed the sofa under his hands.

Twenty minutes ago, Pramya brought him and Irie Shinya to the wedding venue and stuffed them into a small compartment. There

were still ten minutes left before the text message time he set. He needed to deal with Irie Shinya within 15 minutes, dismantle the bomb and capture Pramya within 16 minutes, and the extra 21 minutes would be enough for Amuro Toru to prepare coffee.

In this way, he could drink the coffee made by Amuro himself in 31 minutes.

"I hope Zero can be more obedient and bring some coffee." He urgently needs coffee to calm his uncontrollable thoughts.

"What?" Shinya Irie was also brought back to his senses by Kitahara Yuki's incoherent words.

Kitahara Yuki subconsciously pinched the cuff of his left hand with his right hand and did not answer immediately.

Obviously, the method that angered Pramia did not work for Shinya Irie. Maybe he could try the method that Amuro often used.

He recalled the way the blond police used the honey trap - curling the corners of his mouth, softening his tone, looking at the other party with innocent drooping eyes without blinking, and the sincerity in his purple-gray eyes was almost overflowing.

Although his eyes are now covered with a black cloth, it is not a big problem.

In addition to his eyes, he still has a fairly flexible mind.

"Do you know? There are four kinds of distances between people, namely public, social, personal, and intimate distance." Kitahara Yuki chuckled, leaned forward, and shortened the distance between him and Irie Shinya.

"Intimate distance refers to the distance between relatives, friends, couples, and husband and wife, ranging from 0 to 45cm."

The distance suddenly shortened, and the tone was so soft that it seemed like cotton-like fluffy-

Irie Shinya's expression was blank for a moment, and he quickly estimated the distance between the two.

40cm!

Irie Shinya clenched the phone in his hand, touched his back teeth with his tongue, and said in a tense voice, "Are you...are you trying to be nice to me?"

"What do you think?" Kitahara Yuki did not answer directly, but crossed his legs, and his soft black hair swayed slightly.

Yes, that's right.

Speak softer and say more.

"I don't like things covering my eyes. The rough fabric makes me uncomfortable. Can you take it off? Just move your fingers."

Irie Shinya moved his fingers unconsciously. The soft and tender sound hitting his eardrums stimulated his nerves and brought a shudder.

He seemed to see a cat with its back hunched and alert. He stretched out his paws tentatively and meowed to show weakness.

No one can refuse such a Kitahara Yuki, not even Irie Shinya.

"You're so good. I'll help you untie it, but you can't run around. You have to stay by my side and chat with me." Irie Shinya stood up suddenly and untied the black cloth strips with swift movements.

"Okay, there's one more." Kitahara Yuki raised his hands and placed his hands tied with the hemp rope in front of Irie Shinya.

Irie Shinya took a deep breath and said stiffly, "I've never seen a victim who ordered the kidnapper as a matter of course like you!"

Kitahara Yuki shook off the hemp rope that was already half loose, and couldn't wait to stand up and move his body. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with not being controlled by others. He

was even willing to say a few more words to Irie Shinya, "Now you see Mr. Irie trapped in the honey trap."

Irie Shinya looked dully at Kitahara Yuki, who instantly returned to indifference.

Did the expression switch for a second?

"Don't have that silly expression, Mr. Kidnapper, you give me the illusion that you are bullying an honest person." Kitahara Yuki looked around.

The simple furnishings of the lounge came into view. The heavy dark blue curtains were casually pulled up, revealing tiny gaps, and occasionally one could see the faint light cast from the street lamps outside.

A simple reception table was placed across the narrow space, and the transparent ashtray on it strongly attracted Kitahara Yuki's attention.

This thing must be very painful if it hits someone.

"Are you surprised by my transformation?"

Kitahara Yuki walked to the table, and as if realizing that it was very rude to the kidnapper who had let him go, he turned around and leaned against the reception table, facing Irie Shinya.

He chose his words carefully and raised his tone, "Actually it's very simple. I'm familiar with the micro-expressions of every emotion. I only need to control my facial muscles to reproduce any emotion without any flaws. You're so easy to deceive." "

But this is also thanks to your arrogance. You seem to think that even if I can move freely, I don't have the strength to resist."

Kitahara Yuki touched the ashtray and hid it behind his back skillfully.

The indifferent tone easily irritated Irie Shinya who was deceived.

Sure enough, a second later, Irie Shinya took a step forward.

"You treated me like that, just to escape? You promised me to stay by my side!"

Kitahara Yuki calculated the distance between the two of them, and said lightly: "Mr. Criminal, don't use such ambiguous words, I will send you to prison myself."

Irie Shinya frowned and his eyes were cold.

It doesn't matter. As long as we catch Kitahara Yuki again, there will be no chance for him to escape.

Lock him up, cover his eyes, block his mouth, and prepare a chain that is difficult to break free from.

Suddenly, Irie Shinya rushed towards Kitahara Yuki, but Kitahara Yuki, who had calculated everything, was faster.

The ashtray hit his head hard, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard. Kitahara Yuki took two deep breaths and quickly stepped on his feet.

As Irie Shinya's head softly tilted to the side, revealing a bloody head and a pool of blood on the solid wood floor.

Kitahara Yuki quickly wiped the bright red blood. It was his first time doing such a bad thing, so his heartbeat inevitably quickened. He tried to calm himself down with words.

"You are the first guy who made me give up hypnosis and take direct action. Who told you to cover my eyes with such a bad cloth!"

He paused and looked at the victim with his eyes closed. Forcing himself to put on an indifferent face, he stepped forward to check and began to look for the hand Kura that Rin gave him.

After a minute, he stopped.

If Rin's Kikura wasn't on Shinya Irie, where was it? On Pramya?

It took ten minutes to deal with Shinya Irie, so he still had twenty-one minutes to deal with the bomb and Pramya.

Kitahara Yuki closed his eyes and dug out the floor plan of the wedding scene from the depths of his memory. His sight lingered on the north balcony on the second floor and the kitchen on the first floor for a moment.

The balcony on the second floor is suitable for hiding, and the first floor can be completely within sight. If Toru Amuro can understand what he meant in the video, the probability of him hiding here is 100%.

There is an entrance in the kitchen on the first floor that is blocked by debris. The location is secret, and Rin Sugawa will probably break through from here.

Go find Amuro!

Without any hesitation, Kitahara Yuki changed into Irie Shinya's coat, put on his duckbill cap, and carefully pushed open the wooden door of the compartment.

He poked his head at the bustling first floor, took off his shoes that would make noise, and walked quickly to the north balcony like a cat.

"Amuro?" Kitahara Yuki called out in a low voice, and waited for three seconds, but no one responded.

The moonlight passed through the half-open balcony and sprinkled on the exposed white ankles. The chill slowly climbed from the soles of the feet, forcing the other party to bend his toes and tightly grasp the cold ground, condensing into a strange sense of oppression.

"Zero?" He leaned his back against the wall, and his extremely low voice brought a weird Chinese horror to the quiet space.

No one? Amuro is not here, is his reasoning wrong?

He frowned and prepared to leave.

Until a pair of hands blocked his mouth forcefully, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back hard.

The heavy force made him subconsciously gasp.

"Um-"

"Shut up!"

Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly.

It was the voice of Amuro Toru.

The angry voice clearly put in front of Kitahara Yuki that the other party would not prepare coffee because of the text message.

The warm palm with thick silk left the soft lips, and he turned his head to see Amuro Toru with a sullen face, and Kazami Yuya who tried to treat him as a transparent man.

He quickly raised his eyebrows and looked at Amuro Toru's expression.

His face was full of indifference, his eyes were looking from top to bottom, and his lips were raised in a straight line.

It was an extremely restrained expression, and he used this kind of superior to subordinate gaze to show his authority, indicating that if Kazami had not been present, he might have taken direct action.

Something must be said to make the other party give up this idea.

"Wow, you're amazing. Are you here because you saw the hint I left for you in the video? We have such a tacit understanding."

Amuro Toru did not answer immediately. He crossed his arms and stared at Kitahara Yuki.

The black-haired young man had a soft expression, a gentle tone, relaxed muscles, and a harmless feeling.

"Are you going to use a honey trap on me?"

Kitahara Yuki successfully detected the failure of the use of the honey trap from the emphasis on the two words "on me".

It is very easy for Kitahara Yuki to admit failure.

He nodded and rubbed his swollen temples. Lack of sleep made his voice sound a little weak. He was going to find another way to disperse Amuro's anger.

While paying attention to the movements on the first floor, he comforted Amuro Toru.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I just don't want you to be in danger. Pramia's target is you and your friends."

Facts have proved that straight shots are not only useful for psychologists, but also for mysticism.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His eyes stayed on the bomb on Kitahara Yuki's neck for a second, and his tone was stiff, "You are worthy of being a great psychologist. You can even accurately analyze which words can suppress my anger."

Next, Kitahara Yuki should say-'Amuro, you are really good at exaggerating. '

Toru Amuro could even imagine Kitahara Yuki's raised tone and shining dark eyes.

"No."

The unexpected words made Toru Amuro tilt his head and meet a pair of sincere dark eyes.

The two lines of sight met in the air very quickly, and then suddenly separated.

"I didn't use psychology to analyze your heart and find the most suitable way to make you calm down. I really think so, you can try to trust me a little more."

Silence spread in the air, and Yuya Kazami, who was huddled in the corner, was frightened by this impending atmosphere and shrank back to his original position. Are they

going to fight?

Who should he help?

"I don't distrust you." Toru Amuro glanced at Kitahara Yuki, who had a low tone, and loosened his tight tie.

He was wearing a professional suit, a light brown suit that was put on neatly. Because of this action, the suit jacket was slightly pulled up, revealing the smooth muscle lines at the wrist.

This was really terrible. Kitahara Yuki had taken away all his attention with just one action and one sentence.

He didn't want there to be a trust crisis between the two of them, not at all.

"I know what you meant in the video. You first disturbed Pramiya's judgment by tapping her on the forehead. Before that, you must have stimulated her verbally, otherwise she wouldn't have taught you to mobilize emotions so easily."

"What you really want to tell me is - this lady, don't be so angry, it will make your skin condition very bad today, you are the protagonist today."

Amuro Toru repeated this sentence in the tone of Kitahara Yuki, and Kitahara Yuki's last arrogant and wanton eyes appeared in his mind again.

Fresh and smart, very Kitahara Yuki's personal style.

What was Xiao Xing wearing at that time?

A loose low-necked sweater that suited him very well, looking soft and elegant.

Amuro Toru continued: "Obviously, the information we both know, and the incident related to the protagonist's skin condition, is the wedding mystery sent by Takagi Kabuto, and Pramia is the bride."

Kazami Yuya turned to Amuro Toru in surprise.

Ah! He can't keep up with the train of thought!

Mr. Furuya, are we watching the same video?

Why can't he analyze that Pramia is the bride!

Has your tacit understanding reached such a terrifying level?

"Great reasoning." Kitahara Yuki was generous with his praise. "Since you can explain this to me here, it means that the two bombs have been solved." Amuro Toru

nodded. In his sight, Pramya and the former police groom were facing each other. He put his hand on the wooden warehouse behind his waist, ready to take action at any time.