Chapter 57

"The note you left for me."

Toru Amuro answered Kitahara Yuki's question. He withdrew most of his attention from the black youth and turned his attention to the movements downstairs.

The wedding had already reached the most important step. The bride and groom folded their hands with happy smiles on their faces. The policemen beside them almost never stopped blessing with words and expressions.

"Oh, that's Rin's contact information. You contacted Rin. He solved one of the bombs, and Xiaoguang solved the other bomb." Kitahara Yuki paused.

Pramya didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, which meant that she didn't know that the bomb had been dismantled.

"Xiaoguang forged the surveillance videos of the two bombs, and Pramea hasn't found out that the bombs have been solved yet."

Yuya Kazami quickly raised his head after hearing this, his eyes constantly going back and forth between the alert Amuro Toru and the happy-looking Kitahara Yuki.

What else did he miss?

There is an illusion that I can't follow the plot as soon as I take a breath.

Kazami Yuya tensed his muscles and worked his brain quickly, trying to keep up with the two people's thoughts.

"A conclusion based on deduction and psychological profiling?" Amuro Toru took the time to look back at Kitahara Yuki who was staying aside obediently, and quickly noticed the feet wrapped in black cotton socks.

Stepping directly on the cold ground?

After noticing the gazes falling on his feet, Kitahara Yuki even took a step back and tried to hide one foot behind the other.

Amuro Toru was amused by Kitahara Yuki's behavior of covering his ears and stealing the bell. He took off his coat and threw it on Kitahara Yuki, "Step on it, stay here obediently, don't go down."

The first half of the sentence is acceptable, but the second half is not.

Kitahara Yuki pulled off his coat and stepped on it. The furry touch from the soles of his feet and the residual body temperature blocked the chill that invaded his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the head that was clamoring with sleepiness, and answered Amuro Toru's previous question, "It doesn't need to be so complicated, it's just based on the profiling--" '

Plus the tacit understanding with the vest.'

Kitahara Yuki added this sentence in his heart.

When he asked Xiaoguang for the floor plan of the wedding venue, Hase Hikaru and Sugawa Rin should have noticed something.

Just like he could instantly know the vest's thoughts, they could also guess his thoughts without any external means.

This feeling of telepathy is great.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up with pleasure.

Amuro Toru noticed Kitahara Yuki's abnormality at the first time.

So excited? What bad idea is he thinking of?

"When are you going to do it?"

Kitahara Yuki poked his head to look at the downstairs Sui Yue Jing Hao. From this angle, he could just see the kitchen door where Sugawa Rin was hiding, but he couldn't see clearly inside.

"Twenty minutes later."

"What?" Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is not like the style of the three of you. According to the speed of your actions, the people outside the scene should be your people."

Public Security, Organization, Italian Mafia.

Kitahara Yuki could even imagine the three forces refusing to give in to each other.

What made them delay the attack time?

Soon, Kitahara Yuki got the answer.

Someone patted his shoulder lightly, warm breath sprayed in his ears, and a cold gaze fell on his neck.

There was almost no need to turn around. The familiarity from the soul made Kitahara Yuki know the identity of the other party in an instant.

Kitahara Yuki rubbed his stiff facial muscles, adjusted his expression, and turned around, "Rin, long time no see."

Rin Sugawa nodded with a cold face, and the sporadic light from the street lamps illuminated his angular jaw.

He wore a black sprint jacket with the zipper neatly stopped at the top, and a pair of dark brown combat boots on his feet. His black trouser legs were tucked inside, showing his thin waist and long legs.

"You don't look happy." Kitahara Yuki retracted his gaze, pinched a corner of Rin Sugawa's sprint jacket, and controlled his facial muscles to maintain an indifferent expression.

Rin Sugawa neither nodded nor shook his head. His bony hands were placed on Kitahara Yuki's shoulders, and he pushed him heavily into a chair not far away with force.

After he sat down, he put on Kitahara Yuki's shoes.

The sudden silence made Kitahara Yuki swallow his saliva quickly, and his eyes swept over the tense arm muscles of the other party. His

sixth sense told him that Rin Sugawa was extremely dangerous at the moment, like a lone wolf about to lose control.

The other party was very dissatisfied with his unauthorized actions, and

he needed to say something to divert the other party's attention.

"Did you get to the second floor from the outside of the first floor?" Kitahara Yuki stretched his head out, estimated the distance, and looked for footprints on the railings. "Your physical skills are amazing. You didn't even leave footprints on the railings."

Obviously, this not-so-subtle compliment was of no use to Sugawa Rin. He continued to check the collar-shaped bomb on Kitahara Yuki's neck without saying a word. He even increased the movement, forcing Kitahara Yuki to tilt his head back.

This posture will cause difficulty in breathing, and the congested brain will be blank for a moment, and the inky eyes will dim in an instant.

Until Amuro Toru's cold sneer reached Kitahara Yuki's ears, he raised his head and faced Amuro Toru.

The blond public security officer folded his arms and looked at them, with an expression between anger and indifference on his face.

Oh, Amuro and Rin did it on purpose.

They wanted to teach him a lesson as a punishment for running away.

Why did they take action after twenty minutes? Because they wanted to defuse the bomb for him.

"Rin, I'm not comfortable with this." Kitahara Yuki slowed down her tone, and when she looked at people with her dark eyes half-closed, a sense of innocence and coldness came over her.

Rin Sugawa's Adam's apple rolled quickly, and the knuckles that were holding the bomb disposal tool turned white. Subconsciously, she relaxed the force that was restraining Kitahara Yuki. He once again pulled back his mind that had been drawn away by the other party and continued to defuse the bomb. Toru

Amuro, who took everything in, raised his eyebrows.

What happened in just ten hours?

How could Kitahara Yuki be so skilled in using the honey trap?

This won't do. Without a lesson, the willful psychologist will become more unscrupulous.

Toru Amuro glanced at the stable situation downstairs, walked over to Yuya Kazami and whispered a few words into his ear.

After a while, Yuya Kazami's expression became more and more serious, and he left the balcony a minute later.

Kitahara Yuki, who couldn't see Amuro and Kazami's lips because of their posture, didn't know what the two said, but curiosity was like a small feather gently brushing across his restless brain, driving him forward to explore.

"What did you say? Why did Kazami have such an expression? What went wrong with the plan to capture Pramia?" Kitahara Yuki leaned forward, but because of the sudden tightening of the collar, he let out a cry of pain and immediately leaned back.

"Rin?" Kitahara Yuki looked at Rin Sugawa who suddenly increased her strength.

Rin Sugawa loosened the collar and said the first words after the two met, "Behave yourself."

The deep voice was more effective than the hemp rope of a bandit. It was like the eternal ice crystals on the snow-capped mountains. It instantly froze Kitahara Yuki in place.

It was so cold that it felt like the temperature of the whole body had dropped by one degree.

Kitahara Yuki rubbed his itchy nose, and the next second he pushed Rin Sugawa's head away, covered his nose and sneezed.

"Don't run around with your shoes off. I can't always prepare a hot water bottle for you." He covered his head with a coat that carried his body temperature, and Rin Sugawa handed him a handkerchief.

After Kitahara Yuki put on his coat, he squatted down again to defuse the bomb.

"Are you not angry anymore?" Kitahara Yuki tidied himself up and looked at Rin Sugawa.

The other party kept silent and concentrated on defusing the bomb.

"Is it because I didn't inform you and Xiaoguang in advance? I thought you should understand me, and it's too much trouble to send you text messages."

The psychologist seemed to be able to perfectly demonstrate his trust in others with just this casual remark.

No one would dislike a good-looking and extremely sincere friend.

Sugawa Rin took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, stared at Kitahara Yuki with scarlet eyes, and carefully described the other's outline, "It's not because of this, you stayed at Amuro Toru's house last night?"

Kitahara Yuki subconsciously tightened her handkerchief.

Did Sugawa Rin find out that he was avoiding him?

Or did she simply not like him getting close to Amuro?

Forget it, no matter what, the other party must not find out. The first point is that he needs to say something to deepen his relationship with Amuro.

"The bed in Amuro's master bedroom is still..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Rin Sugawa interrupted him.

"You are hiding from me, trying to hide it from me." Rin Sugawa answered Kitahara Yuki's doubts about being seen through, and put away her hand on the latter's pulse, "Your expression is well concealed, but your heartbeat is very fast."

"This is the second time I've been exposed because of my heartbeat." Kitahara Yuki frowned, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said in a firm voice, "There won't be a third time, I will control my heartbeat."

The meaning of this sentence...

"You still want to deceive me?" They said

in unison!

Kitahara Yuki's eyes went back and forth between Rin Sugawa and Toru Amuro's faces, and he said in surprise: "Don't show your tacit understanding at this time, quickly defuse the bomb, we will go to deal with Pramia."

Rin Sugawa: He is changing the subject, we can't let him face Pramia!

Toru Amuro: He still wants to act on his own, we can't let him go to the first floor!

The two eyes met in the air, and both sides understood the meaning of each other's gaze.

Rin Sugawa quickened her movements and dismantled the bomb on Kitahara Yuki's neck after two minutes.

"Fifteen minutes exactly, there is progress." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the time on the system screen and praised Rin Sugawa generously.

[Vest No. 2 (Rin Sugawa): Shaping Value 71%]

[Rin Sugawa (Skill): Bomb Disposal (Mastery 32%)]

Rin Sugawa nodded calmly and looked at Toru Amuro, "I'm responsible for the attack, you watch him."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared. Kitahara Yuki leaned his head out to look, his whole face full of envy for the 95 physique.

"Want this?" Toru Amuro's eyes swept over Kitahara Yuki's shining dark eyes, and he patted the other's shoulder, "Get up early and exercise with me, you can do the same."

Kitahara Yuki suddenly remembered Toru Amuro's schedule, took a step back, and put away his envious expression in a second. The word "rejection" was expressed vividly by him. Toru

Amuro, who drew Kitahara Yuki's attention back, curled the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, "I'll take you to a safe place first, and I'll find you when things are over."

"No." Kitahara Yuki refused decisively. He approached Toru Amuro and tapped the earphone on his right ear lightly, "I want this, I want to join the plan to capture Pramia." Toru Amuro

pursed his lips, glanced at Kitahara Yuki's lips that were very close, and pushed away the head that was too close without saying a word.

Catching the other party's attitude, Kitahara Yuki smiled angrily, "Aren't you a little too much? I found Pramya, I led her out, but you want to exclude me?"

Amuro Toru was unmoved, and even looked at Kitahara Yuki calmly.

If getting angry doesn't work, then try another method.

Kitahara Yuki relaxed his straight back muscles, lowered his shoulders, and instantly put away his overly strong temperament. He lowered his head slightly, and the dim light softened his jawline, and his fair skin was shrouded in a layer of light golden halo. He

lowered his eyelids, and shadows fell on his lower eyelids, giving him a sense of innocent brokenness.

"You don't know what Pramya did to me, can't you let me take revenge with my own hands?"

The soft voice was like fluffy marshmallows, rubbing against the tip of the nose again and again, and the sweet aroma of fructose forcefully invaded the nasal cavity, knocking on the unguarded heart.

Amuro Toru took a step back and gasped.

"Who taught you to use the honey trap?"

This is too good...

Psychologists learn these things so quickly?

"Is it okay?" Kitahara Yuki stepped forward and asked. Amuro

Toru shook off the dusty coat and put it back on, with a helpless tone, "Only this time."

"You can't leave my sight, not for a second." He stretched out his hands, placed them on Kitahara Yuki's shoulders, and forced the other party to raise his head and look at him.

"Okay, relax." Kitahara Yuki patted Amuro Toru's shoulder soothingly, and said in a relaxed tone, "After this is over, we can go to the Tiwutsukawa together. You seem to like it there."

"You can always make some tense things very easy." Amuro Toru held Kikura with his right hand and Kitahara Yuki's wrist with his left hand, ready to rush out at any time.

The guy in his hand can always give him a little surprise in various aspects. He doesn't hate this feeling, but it would be better if the other party could behave a little better.

Obviously, this word does not apply to the eager Kitahara Yuki.

"How many minutes do you guess it will take to arrest Pramia?"

Kitahara Yuki asked himself and answered, "I guess within ten minutes. I am looking forward to Pramia's expression when he finds out everything, the organization turns against him, and the public security and the Italian Mafia join forces to arrest him."

This kind of appearance is not something that every prisoner can have.

Who let this guy set his sights on him and Amuro Toru.