Chapter 58 Two-in-One
Kitahara Yuki poked his head and looked down.
Conan and the police officer who attended the wedding stood opposite each other, with Pramia in the middle as a dividing line. The situation was tense, with a sense of tension
that was about to explode. Pramia was the first to break the balance.
"Don't move. Guess where I installed the bomb and when it will explode?"
She tore her wedding dress and held the detonator tightly. The distance between her thumb and the dangerous goods was infinitely approaching zero. With just one move, she instantly caught everyone's attention.
The police officers suddenly slowed down their breathing, and the flowing air slowly stagnated.
Kitahara Yuki on the second floor glanced at Conan who was quietly leading Pramia to the window. The purpose of the young detective was clear to the audience on the second floor.
There was someone or something at the window that could stop Pramia from committing a crime.
"You have prepared a sniper?" He raised his chin towards the window not far away and turned to observe Amuro Toru's expression.
No denial was tacit approval.
"It won't work. Although I don't like to praise criminals, she is sharp enough and has good skills.
It seems to confirm this sentence.
The bullet penetrated the window instantly, and the transparent glass fragments exploded violently, glittering under the white light, and then fell down with a snap.
Pramiya moved quickly and turned sideways. The bullet passed her cheek and pierced into the ground with a thud, revealing a somewhat evil face.
The eyebrows were pulled down and wrinkled together, the eyes were fierce, and the lips were pursed and narrowed.
Extremely The anger caused will make the opponent show a certain degree of aggression.
What method will be used?
A bomb.
However, now is not the time for this guy to perform.
Kitahara Yuki retracted his gaze, and his obscure eyes swept over Amuro Toru who was staring at the situation downstairs. He bent his fingers, and tapped the stair handrail with his index and middle fingers regularly, restraining himself from making any sound.
The current situation is very suitable for luring out criminal A, but the method is too extreme, and he is not sure to comfort Amuro Toru who cares about his friend's safety.
"Zero, we are good friends, right? "
Toru Amuro did not answer immediately. He was a little stressed about the name Zero. When he heard it, he remembered the red pen in the Trojan Apartment and Kitahara Yuki's remarks about childish DK.
With a sigh, he reached out and loosened his tie, "Don't try to make connections. If you have something to say, just say it. I don't agree with dangerous things."
"It's not dangerous, just a little exciting."
Kitahara Yuki raised the corners of his lips, and his ink-black pupils washed by water projected an eagerness that could not be ignored.
Toru Amuro caught this expression instantly. The last time he saw him was in Daejeon Building. This excitement-seeking psychology expert in front of him tried to jump directly from the railing to the ground three meters high.
"Kou, be quiet."
"Don't be so nervous. "Kitahara Yuki quickly glanced at Amuro Toru, who had a serious expression.
Mr. Public Security was wearing a professional suit today. The light brown suit outlined a smooth and powerful waistline. The black tie hung loosely between his neck. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
"Zero, don't be angry, I'll buy you a coffee."
"What?" The sudden words and the soft touch on the cheek froze Amuro Toru in place.
The warm and wet touch instantly took away his soul. He saw Kitahara Yuki pushed him away without hesitation, like a clever cat breaking through his defense and slipping downstairs.
The black-haired young man skillfully took off his shoes that he had just put on, opened his mouth and looked at the man. Zipper of assault jacket. With a cat-like body, he slowly approached Pramya who was confronting everyone.
Rin Sugawa paused for a second, immediately raised her gun to cover, and shot at Pramya without hesitation.
The bullet broke through the space and landed one centimeter away from her right foot. The loud noise exploding in her ears made her look up instantly, staring at the man with black hair and red eyes in front of her.
"You can try to press the detonator."
This nonchalant and cold tone...
Pramya's mind uncontrollably emerged with Kitahara Yuki's mocking eyes and the words that casually deduced his true identity.
Damn it, everyone deserves to die.
"In that case, don't blame me. "The international bomber with a fierce look on his face raised his thumb high, ready to press the bomb detonator at any time.
However, what was faster than her was the dark entrance of the wooden warehouse.
"Now is not the time to explode." Kitahara Yuki coldly pressed the wooden warehouse against Pramya's waist, using the wide coat to cover it so that people could not see the situation.
The touch from the waist made Pramya turn her head instinctively.
The small movement was quickly caught by Kitahara Yuki. He let out a short chuckle and increased the strength of holding the wooden warehouse to prevent the other party from turning around, "Now, hijack me. "
Pramya laughed angrily.
The bad-tempered guy put a wooden stool against her waist, with a cold face and a cold tone, asked her to kidnap him.
Was she not awake yet? Or was Kitahara Yuki crazy?
"Use the wooden stool that was searched from me to kidnap me, or die. You have three seconds to consider."
The extreme pleasure of adrenaline surge made Kitahara Yuki's voice rise, and the elongated tail sound circled before slowly falling.
"3."
Pramya: He was even picky about the hijacking tools.
"2." "
He's fucking sick!
"1. "
Damn it, I'd rather die than not have a back cushion!"
Pramya turned her wrist and exerted her muscles to instantly change the positions of the two.
Her face was distorted, and she used her wooden pole to press against Kitahara Yuki's jaw from bottom to top. Her left hand tightly grasped the other's hair and pulled it hard, forcing the black-haired young man to raise his head and expose his fragile neck.
The sound of pain made her curl the corners of her mouth in pleasure, "Everyone, step back, or I'll kill him."
Kitahara Yuki followed suit and controlled his facial muscles, frowning and clenching his eyebrows, his eyes widened, his flesh-pink lips pursed into a straight line, and an impeccable expression of fear appeared on his face.
The plan that could not go wrong made his heart beat faster.
Until he met Amuro's angry eyes, he suddenly turned cold.
Zero was upstairs just now, he should have seen the whole process.
He looked like he wanted to eat people.
No, eating people is against the law.
His eyeballs did not move regularly, Kitahara Yuki coughed lightly, and said to Pramya: "Relax, I won't run away."
Pramya had a strange expression, carefully felt the wooden bag still against her abdomen, and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"
How could this guy live so long without being beaten to death?
"Don't worry, you will know soon." Kitahara Yuki turned his head to look at the surveillance camera and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He will receive a call next.
One minute later or five seconds later?
Buzz -
it's the vibration of the mobile phone.
Oh, it's five seconds later.
Pramya subconsciously reached for the phone on her waist, and handed it over under Kitahara Yuki
's lazy threat. "Give me the phone." Kitahara Yuki increased the force of Kimura, and took the phone against the opponent's murderous gaze.
Pressing the answer button, Kitahara Yuki spoke first.
"Criminal A?" He curled his lips and looked straight at the surveillance camera facing him.
[You call me that?] The processed electronic sound poured out from the speaker, and then a short chuckle came out.
Kitahara Yuki did not answer this question. He put away the Kimura that was against Pramya's abdomen, closed the safety, and threw the Kimura that came to his hand to Amuro Toru, who looked unhappy.
[Kitahara Yuki: Stealing (Mastery 1%)]
Kitahara Yuki: ...
Don't broadcast such a report that ruins the atmosphere at this time!
Prisoner A is ruthless and even willing to use a life to slow down Kitahara Yuki's thinking speed.
But he is gentle enough. Even if he is forced to recall the memory fragments of ten years ago, he still puts Amuro Toru as a safety to ensure that Kitahara Yuki's spirit does not collapse.
"Although you have been causing trouble for me, you don't want me to die easily. How about it, are you surprised to use this method to lure you out?" "It must
feel uncomfortable to hide behind the camera. I think you would rather communicate with me face to face, Mr. Criminal."
Obviously, Prisoner A knows Kitahara Yuki's character very well, and he did not respond to Kitahara Yuki's provocative words. Even if a hunting dog jumps in front of him, he can wave it away lightly.
[When did you notice me?]
What? He didn't even continue the topic of 'You don't want me to die easily'. Kitahara Yuki straightened his expression and began to face this somewhat difficult opponent.
The opponent is not good at psychology. If he were to face provocation, he would lay a trap with words that look like answers, and then seize the right to speak in an instant.
But the opponent chose to change the subject.
This shows that criminal A has not systematically studied psychology, but knows him well enough.
Kitahara Yuki went through the characters in the original work and did not find anyone who fits the profile.
Who is he? Is it related to the original work, or is it related to the system?
His eyes turned to the system light screen.
The names of Shimizu Issu (Vest No. 3) and Tsukimi Sankan (Vest No. 4) came into view.
After discovering Shimizu Issu's character image in police uniform, the sense of incongruity that followed him like a shadow was once again placed in front of Kitahara Yuki.
——There is a problem with the system.
Kitahara Yuki looked at the system light screen in front of him and switched to the main body interface.
[Original Name: Kitahara Yuki]
[Nationality: China]
[Age: 20]
[Intelligence: 80 (100 full)]
[Strength: 40 (100 full)]
[Agility: 60 (100 full)]
[Spirit: 60 (100 full)]
[Constitution: 40 (100 full)]
[Skills: 1. Acting (100% proficiency) 2. Hypnosis (100% proficiency) 3. Luck (3% proficiency), 4. Stealing (1%)]
The intelligence is wrong.
Obviously, 80 is not worthy of his current brain.
But why didn't he find this huge loophole at the beginning? Is there something wrong with his memory?
Kitahara Yuki looked up and looked at the sullen Amuro Toru. He should find some time to recall the scene of their first meeting with Amuro.
"After the case related to the mud meeting happened." Kitahara Yuki collected his thoughts and answered Prisoner A's question.
He does not believe in coincidences, but only in conspiracies. Ever since Irie Shinya showed up, everything has pushed him forward, and now he is clamping the wrist of the man behind the scenes and pulling him to the front of the stage.
Sure enough, the electronic voice paused for five seconds.
[You are very sensitive.]
This reaction shows that his reasoning is correct. Kitahara Yuki took the time to glance at the policeman whose expression was a little blank.
Don't be in a hurry to show a shocked expression, there are more shocking scripts on the way.
"Just as I don't like to praise criminals, I don't like criminals praising me. 9L12, red exchange, waiters, swimming pool, these are all hints you gave me."
"You planned the case of Daejeon Restaurant and indirectly took away a life, so as to slow down my thinking speed, put me into a state of fatigue and doubt, and then used Amuro Toru to stimulate me to remember those fragmented fragments ten years ago. I knew you ten years ago."
The police gentlemen took a breath of cold air, and fine beads of sweat climbed up their foreheads.
Who is Prisoner A?
Such an extreme style of behavior.
Is human life so insignificant in the eyes of the other party?
[I'm glad you can guess my thoughts, I don't mind giving you a little hint. Go check Shimizu Issuke, sweetie.]
This kind of disgusting name -
the other party wants to end this call.
"Wait." Kitahara Yuki slowly tried to stop him. He opened his arms and felt the touch of Kimura on his neck. "Tell me your name. In exchange, I won't let Pramya shoot me to death."
These words flashed like thunder, and everyone was silent for a while.
Pramya: What kind of exchange condition is this? Who am I? Is this part of your play?
Conan: It reminds me of the fear of being dominated by the melodramatic TV drama of you love me and I love you on the airship.
Conan pulled Amuro Toru's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "How many people does this guy have such a weird relationship with?"
Hase Hikaru bent his legs and pushed the little detective's waist. "Little boy, don't talk nonsense, your brother is mine!"
Look, this is the relationship!
So weird!
[You don't have the power to choose death. ]
As soon as the electronic sound fell, the bullet came flying, grazed Kitahara Yuki's cheek, and then the sound of the bullet entering the flesh was heard.
He took a step forward and immediately turned his head, and Pramia's body with eyes wide open was lying straight.
This kind of shooting ability that enters the nasal cavity and destroys the brain...
a sniper of the organization? Chianti?
[Shimizu Issu (Vest No. 3): Shaping Value 2%]
[Shimizu Issu (Vest No. 3): Shaping Value 5%]
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and looked at Hase Hikari's expression for the first time.
Very nervous, but did not step forward.
There is too little information to be 100% sure whether Prisoner A is Xiaoguang's script.
But it must be related to Shimizu Issu.
"I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for so long, your first reaction was not to hug me, but to stay where you are."
Ignoring Hase Hikari's rapidly changing expression, he retracted his gaze, took a step forward, pried open Pramia's fingers, and handed Sugawa Rin back to him, holding the Kikura in his hand.
"Are you hiding from me?"
Kitahara Yuki asked Hase Hikari while stroking the Kikura in his hand.
The shell was old, but very clean. The letters LX were engraved on the Kikura, and the marks around the letters were blurred, which were the traces of long-term caressing.
Sugawa Rin cared about this Kikura very much, and this thing came with the system.
After pressing the safety button and stuffing it into the pocket of the assault jacket, Kitahara Yuki walked straight towards Hase Hikari.
"Be careful!"
Amuro's voice? What happened?
There was a sudden push from behind, and he staggered, but he was suddenly held tightly by a pair of hands, and his head was fixed on the honey-colored chest.
The sound of bullets breaking through the air followed, and it made a dull sound when it hit the wall.
Curiosity drove Kitahara Yuki to struggle and stick his head out, calculating the direction in which Amuro Toru pushed him, and looking at the direction where the bullet was fired.
It was the Ferris wheel bomber.
No wonder this guy disappeared after the Daejeon Building. Pramiya really took great pains to kill him and kept this insurance.
"Don't be distracted, it's not over yet."
Amuro Toru's face froze, and he decisively protected Kitahara Yuki's head with his right hand, grabbed his waist with his left hand, and rolled on the spot to avoid the other two bullets that followed.
He raised his left hand sharply and pulled the trigger, followed by the bomber's scream.
The strong smell of gunpowder smoke entered the nasal cavity, irritating the stomach that had not eaten for a long time, so that the throat was slightly itchy.
Kitahara Yuki suppressed the urge to vomit and looked into Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes, "The Kikura method is very good. You should be right-handed. I didn't expect that your left-handed shooting is also so good."
"Don't think that you can make up for what you did by saying a few nice words. Did you have a lot of fun just now?" Amuro Toru let go of Kitahara Yuki, looked away, and his eyelids half drooped.
He put away the Kikura and put his right hand behind his back.
Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered, "No... I'm playing." But it is indeed quite interesting.
Amuro Toru sneered. Such a statement——
"However." Kitahara Yuki pointed at Amuro Toru's right hand hidden behind his back, "I just noticed that after you put away the wooden warehouse, you hid your right hand behind your back. Is there anything you can't let me see?"
And she was talking to him but didn't look him in the eye, which clearly showed that there was a big problem.
Kitahara Yuki instantly thought of the little accident in the kitchen of the Trojan Apartment, and his uneasy mood slowly rose. He forcefully pulled out Amuro Toru's right hand.
Blood and dust soaked the gauze.
The wound split open.
"If I don't ask, you're not going to tell me?" Kitahara Yuki raised his voice. Amuro
Toru did not answer, refusing to look at him, with his lips tightly pursed.
This attitude -
Kitahara Yuki laughed angrily, anger slowly climbed up his fair cheeks, steaming out a light red.
"Come with me." He frowned, pulled Amuro Toru's left hand and walked to the second-floor balcony.
The cold wind of the winter night rushed in, penetrated the loose sweater, and soothed the swollen head. Kitahara Yuki stood on the balcony, looking carefully at Amuro Toru with his straight back.
The huge amount of exercise caused the wet light golden hair to hang messily, and the neatly ironed white shirt was stained with large pieces of dust. The cuffs were folded up, revealing a very powerful forearm.
"Why are you using your right hand to protect my head? If you use your left hand, you won't get hurt." Kitahara Yuki lowered his voice.
After asking, the anger that swallowed up his reason slowly faded away, and a tearful feeling of guilt surged into his heart.
'Because my right hand is stronger, I can react in time.' Kitahara Yuki answered in his heart.
Amuro Toru's eyes swept over Kitahara Yuki's white fingertips. The other party tightly grasped a corner of the assault jacket, and his dark eyes stubbornly remained round, so that they were filled with physiological tears. He looked
strong.
He looked easy to bully.
Guilt has occupied most of Kitahara Yuki's head, which will make his behavior uncontrollable and his speech disordered.
"You think my safety is more important than yours. You even shoot with your unskilled left hand. Why? Don't be so nice to me."
Once he opened his mouth, some words came out with the bursting of guilt, "I didn't... No, I'm sorry, I didn't consider everything and let you get hurt."
It was his fault.
His plan was not perfect, which led to someone getting hurt.
As Toru Amuro looked at Kitahara Yuki with his chin retracted, the psychology knowledge he had casually read popped up in his mind.
The chin is also a medium for expressing emotions. A retracted chin represents fear, and is a protective reaction, just like a turtle retracting its head into its shell.
However, even without understanding this, Toru Amuro could still discern panic from the other party's confused words and slightly trembling voice.
At this time, he should have reached out and patted Kitahara Yuki's shoulder soothingly to relieve the other party from the huge guilt.
But no...
Now when he closed his eyes, he could only see the image of Pramya holding Kitahara Yuki with the wooden pole, and the fear made his back sweat densely.
Whether it was out of consideration for Kitahara Yuki's safety or to let the other party understand his feelings a little, he wanted to deepen Kitahara Yuki's guilt.
I am so despicable.
Amuro Toru said to himself in his heart.
The blond public security officer stepped forward, pressed down the pacing Kitahara Yuki with great force, and suddenly pushed him into a chair not far away.
Realizing that the other party had no intention of resisting, Amuro Toru's eyes dimmed. "You have no defense against me? Don't trust me so much."
This would make him reluctant to continue the next action.
Kou always managed to make him soften his heart unexpectedly in one aspect.
"I could easily push you away just now, and you were not on guard against me. You are my best friend, and I should trust you." Kitahara Yuki's expression was sincere.
The sudden force made him regain his sanity, and he slowly pulled himself out of his panic, gradually recovering to become a rational and smart psychology expert.
This won't do.
Amuro Toru curled the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hands to fix Kitahara Yuki's cheeks, forcing him to look at him in an uncomfortable posture, and he even deliberately rubbed the sticky blood on Kitahara Yuki's fair face.
Sure enough, in less than a second, the wet touch made Kitahara Yuki's speech speed up again.
"Go bandage it first." Kitahara Yuki suddenly clamped Amuro Toru's wrist, and the feeling of guilt once again occupied his entire heart. The loud bangs seemed to explode in his ears.
Amuro Toru ignored it.
"Don't put yourself in danger again. If you want to pursue excitement, I can take you to go racing."
The voice of the blond public security officer pulled Kitahara Yuki back to his chaotic thoughts. The black-haired young man stared at Amuro Toru with a serious face.
"I will worry, I can't lose you."
Amuro Toru can hide his feelings before destroying the organization, but he can't bear Kitahara Yuki to leave him without knowing his feelings.
So, at least a little bit, let the other party know that he cares about him.
The purple-gray drooping eyes narrowed slightly, and the tip of his right thumb restrainedly stroked Kitahara Yuki's soft lips.
"Do you know the suspension bridge effect? Do you know how many beats my heart rate is per minute right now?"
- I know!
Kitahara Yuki answered in his heart. Amuro's violent heartbeat made his brain a mess.
What do these words mean
? What did he mean? Amuro said to him -
bang bang -
the sound of metal and wood colliding forcefully joined the conversation between the two. Kitahara Yuki's high-speed brain stopped for a moment, and he exhaled sharply.
Saved.
Looking at the source of the sound.
Not far away stood a young man with black hair and red eyes. His eyes were cold, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to distinguish his expression. The black bracelet on his wrist swayed slightly with the movements of its owner.
"The cleanup is over." Sugawa Rin took a step forward and forcefully intervened between the two. Her tall figure instantly blocked Amuro Toru's probing gaze. "Don't do such dangerous things in the future."
"Yeah." Kitahara Yuki responded nonchalantly.
After the dust settled, when he saw Sugawa Rin again, the scene in the Ota Building flashed back in his mind uncontrollably.
The broken walls and ruins covered the dark eyeballs, and the boy with black hair and red eyes occupied his entire mind.
Kitahara Yuki didn't hesitate at all. He crumpled up the memory of Amuro Toru today, stuffed it into the corner of the memory palace, and turned to grab Sugawa Rin's wrist.
"I have something to ask you, something very important."
"You look nervous." Rin Sugawa patted Kitahara Yuki's slightly trembling right hand soothingly, and the other party's fast speaking speed made him soften his tone subconsciously.
At an angle that Kitahara Yuki couldn't see, he curled a sneer at Amuro Toru and warned with his lips - 'Stay away from him.'
The next second, he met Amuro Toru's cold gaze.
The air seemed to be stagnant, wrapped in a sense of danger of impending storm.
"I won't leave, you can talk slowly." Rin Sugawa stretched out her arms and forcefully encircled Kitahara Yuki in her territory.
Indeed, Rin Sugawa would not run away.
Kitahara Yuki pulled Rin Sugawa out while forcing himself not to pay attention to the sight that had been following him.
The burning gaze was like a red-hot iron, and he felt that every inch of his skin was being abused.
He licked his dry lips, and his moist lips immediately caught the sight of the two men.
The dim light scattered down, hiding the suddenly stagnant breathing.
"Let's go back first."
The voice scared Kitahara Yuki.
How could it be so hoarse!
He subconsciously put the back of his hand against his rolling Adam's apple.
Don't think, don't think about anything, first solve the problem of Sugawa Rin, the system problem, and the problem of Prisoner A.
He has a lot of problems in his mind now.