Chapter 59 Beg me now

Trojan Apartment.

Kitahara Yuki pushed the door open to change his shoes, controlled the strength of his hands, and forcefully pressed Sugawa Rin onto the sofa. The door panel behind him hit the wall with a tooth-grinding clacking sound.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Sugawa Rin from top to bottom, and deliberately lowered his voice to create a sense of oppression.

"I don't like the misunderstandings between the male and female protagonists in those melodramatic TV dramas, and I don't want any misunderstandings between us. So, answer my questions well next, and don't lie to me."

Sugawa Rin didn't answer immediately. He stretched out his hand, and his slender five fingers passed through Kitahara Yuki's soft hair, massaging her scalp with a very light force. He waited until Kitahara Yuki's emotions tended to calm down before he slowly spoke.

"You're not in a good condition. Do you want to rest first? I'll prepare some hot water for you."

"Don't act like I can do anything." This will make him push his limits.

Rin Sugawa had no idea how good he was at taking advantage of others. Kitahara Yuki

held his breath and rubbed his sore temples with restraint, "Don't try to change the subject."

"Would you like some coffee?"

Rin Sugawa chuckled, got up, opened the refrigerator, took out the half-fridge of black coffee that she had replenished yesterday, and handed it to the black-haired young man who was curled up on the sofa with a grim expression. Kitahara Yuki

took the can of black coffee handed to him by Rin Sugawa without even looking up, and held it tightly in his hand. The low temperature made his voice have a cold tone.

"Do you think you can get away with my problems by trying to please me? Xiaoguang can avoid my problems, but you can't. You don't have his IQ of 95."

"Okay." Sugawa Rin nodded, her tone indulgent.

This attitude -

not at all fierce.

Kitahara Yuki hooked the pull ring of the can of coffee, exerted force with his fingers, and with a snap, the metal pull ring fell into the trash can. The cool liquid passed through his throat, taking away the heat that arose from his irritability.

As the heat left him, his pounding heart finally calmed down. He blinked slowly, gradually regaining his usual calmness.

"Rin, have you hurt me?" Kitahara Yuki stared at Sugawa Rin, not missing a single tiny and extremely subtle muscle movement.

"No."

His eyes were clear, his voice was normal, and he didn't make any messy movements. It was the truth

.

The unexpected answer made Kitahara Yuki frown, and the ruins and the image of the boy with black hair and red eyes flashed back in his mind again.

He recalled the words that flashed through his memory fragments in Daejeon Building. [You lied to me, why are you so nice to me? ] [Are you close to me because I have a good brain? ] [What do you want from me? Are you also a bad guy who wants to take advantage of this good brain? ] [You are lying to me, you are using me! ] [Go to hell! 】 "It seems that the memories of ten years ago are Pandora's box." Kitahara Yuki crossed his legs and took a big sip of coffee. The condensation on the metal packaging penetrated the skin and brought a few sticky touches. So annoying. He put down the black coffee and said in a cold tone, "This description is so cliché. What kind of bloody script have we fallen into?" "Now is not a good time to remember everything. I can't tell you what happened. Wait a minute." Sugawa Rin stood up and stood in front of Kitahara Yuki. He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the top of the other's head. The warm touch was transmitted to the palm of his hand, and the expression on his face was particularly gentle. "Don't want to drink black coffee? Do you need hot water? You took off your shoes twice today and ran around on the cold ground. It's easy to catch a cold." This tone of coaxing a child is again. Kitahara Yuki waved away Sugawa Rin's hand, pushed him back to the sofa chair opposite, and stood up suddenly, "You and that Amuro guy are all from the same factory?" "I can't say this, and I can't say that? I'm not a fragile thing, how can you have such an idea?" It's ridiculous. If he really gets angry, he can use his flexible mind to send these three guys to the police station. Oh, and now there are two vests who haven't appeared yet. "You are really cruel. Do you need me to buy a set of my motherland's criminal law and stick it on your faces? So that you can avoid risks and avoid me sending you to jail." " You won't." Sugawa Rin said firmly. Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and held it tightly. There is no hope. Will you be able to chat? "Who said I won't? Tomorrow I will--" "That's not what I meant." Rin Sugawa interrupted Kitahara Yuki, "What I meant is that this is not our motherland, and the criminal law of our motherland is useless." Kitahara Yuki :... The air suddenly stagnated, and it was like Mount Fuji that had been suppressed for a long time, and suddenly exploded. "Get out!" The sudden roar rang out along with the crackling sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. And then there was an abrupt knock on the door. Kitahara Yuki turned around immediately. Toru Amuro stood at the door and knocked on the open door with a gentle voice, "You didn't close the door, did you have a fight?" The other party's right hand knocking on the door immediately rushed into Kitahara Yuki's sight, and the gauze stained with dried blood occupied his mind without being ignored. "Very good. Not only will I buy five copies of Japanese Criminal Law, but I will also buy a copy of Clinical Medicine. You seem not to be worried about infection at all. Why don't you change the gauze when it's so dirty?" Toru Amuro did not answer, and Kitahara Yuki did not need to answer. He walked towards the bedroom with a cold face. A minute later, he came out with a medicine box. "Come here and sit down. I'll change the medicine for you!" After a pause, Kitahara Yuki remembered that he was the culprit for this result. He suppressed the irritation in his heart and slowed down his tone, "Come here quickly, I'll help you." The split attitude made the two men in the room look at him in surprise. Kitahara Yuki:... Are you all masochists? You're so surprised if you were a little nicer? For a moment, this not-too-big space was a little quiet.

Amuro Toru was the first to break the silence. He sat down on the off-white sofa and handed his right hand to Kitahara Yuki.

His purple-gray eyes half-closed, capturing every move of Kitahara Yuki who was changing the dressing carefully.

The black-haired young man picked up the medical scissors and carefully cut the blood-stained gauze. He held the scissors with great force, his joints protruded and his fingertips turned white.

The stinging and cool touch brought Toru Amuro back to his senses. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Would you like a glass of espresso? I saw your scheduled text message. Do you still need espresso now?"

Kitahara Yuki took a moment to look up at the blond policeman and said, "Your sentence order is a bit messy. You are nervous."

After tying the bandage, he packed up the medicine box while saying to Toru Amuro, "From the chin down to the throat up, there are abundant nerve endings. Long-term stroking can lower blood pressure, slow down the heartbeat, and thus calm the mood."

"This is a common little action when humans have something to hide. You can try to do it to relieve your tension."

Amuro Toru pulled his hand back helplessly, "This is the most awkward concern I have ever heard. If you want me to relax, just put your hand on my shoulder."

Instead of talking about a bunch of psychology knowledge here.

Looks a bit stupid.

"You are so picky." Kitahara Yuki pushed Amuro Toru, "Go make coffee!"

This request cannot be refused at all. Amuro Toru entered the kitchen and closed the kitchen door considerately, but was stopped by a pair of bony hands the next second.

Kitahara Yuki got in.

"I thought you would prefer to stay outside." Toru Amuro glanced at Rin Sugawa, who was sitting on the sofa with his hands neatly placed on his knees. "You probably have a lot of questions to ask him."

"No need. He won't say it, but my brain will figure it out, even if it takes a longer time."

Kitahara Yuki was half leaning against a warm-toned cabinet. The cold white light fell on her fair skin, casting a faint halo.

The bright red bloodstain on her right cheek was like a red plum blossom dotted on the snow, making it impossible to look away.

Toru Amuro's eyes wandered for a moment, and his mind suddenly flashed the scene of deliberately touching the other person's lips. The soft touch occupied his entire mind, and the temperature rose suddenly.

The Adam's apple rolled quickly and returned to its original position.

He poured a glass of water to moisten his dry throat. He forced himself out of the weird state and concentrated on handling the coffee beans in his hand. His smooth movements were pleasing to the eyes.

Kitahara Yuki exerted force on his legs and sat on the marble counter at one side, carefully observing the blond policeman who was working seriously.

"Are you here to supervise with this posture?" asked Amuro Toru.

The coffee cup hit the white marble counter with a trembling sound, and the square transparent ice cubes slowly fell into the dark brown liquid, and then made tiny ripples.

"Take a sip."

"What image do you have of me that causes you to have such doubts? An exploitative capitalist?"

Kitahara Yuki took the coffee and took a sip. The aroma of coffee beans invaded his nose, teasing his taste buds and stirring his nerves.

"Not bad. Why is your coffee so special?"

"This is a trade secret." Amuro Toru opened the faucet, and the cold liquid slowly flowed out, splashing along the contour of the porcelain bowl, with a few drops of water popping out.

After staring at it for a while, he answered Kitahara Yuki's previous question, "You love to stir up trouble and seek excitement. You have so many little shortcomings that it's unbelievable."

In an instant, a haughty cat with a proud look, tilted its furry head, and deliberately pushed over the water cup appeared in his mind.

"You must be thinking of something rude." Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and reminded himself that the other person was a rare barista and he couldn't just slap the lid on the other person's head.

He bent his legs and hit the off-white cabinet door lightly, and the dark blue plush slippers hung loosely on his fair feet, revealing ankles without any pigmentation.

"Not wearing socks again? It's too dangerous, get off the counter. Also, don't you want to stay outside?" Amuro Toru supported the marble counter with both hands, and his disapproving eyes fell on Kitahara Yuki who turned his head.

"You're so nagging." Just like Sugawa Rin who was sitting outside, like an old mother.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered, avoiding Amuro Toru's hands, refusing to answer Amuro Toru's last question, but he put on his slippers obediently and stepped off the marble countertop with his legs on the ground.

"Those socks were covered in dust, so I just took them off."

"You want to escape again!" Amuro Toru reacted quickly and clamped Kitahara Yuki's wrist, "When did you start to avoid me when you encountered a question you didn't want to answer? You don't even pretend?" Kitahara Yuki

was silent for a long time, his eyes rolling around, ready to find a random excuse to get away with it, until Sugawa Rin knocked on the kitchen door.

When the two looked over, he turned sideways, revealing Takagi Wataru behind him.

Kitahara Yuki raised an eyebrow, and the memory of Takagi's sudden visit last time jumped out from the depths of his mind, and the confrontation between the two about the barbecue restaurant was vivid in his mind.

He quickly turned to Amuro Toru, "What strange psychological hints did you give to the honest man?"

At the same time, Amuro Toru pulled out the memory of the previous paragraph: ...

Maybe he should change Kitahara Yuki's stereotype of him first.

"Mr. Amuro, a body was found on your balcony. We need your cooperation." Takagi Wataru's strange eyes went back and forth between the three people in the room. He held it in for a long time before he uttered this sentence.

The atmosphere just now was so strange. Were they looking at each other?

Mr. Qichuan looked at them with an overly fierce look.

"The crime rate in Japan has opened my eyes to a new world."

Kitahara Yuki stretched out his right hand and placed it on Amuro Toru's shoulder, unceremoniously putting his entire weight on him, and said in a seductive tone: "So, you want to change jobs? My country is much safer than yours."

Then he can take Amuro Toru to experience the unique street stall culture. Until now, he still misses the potato shredded pancake at Haicheng Night Market.

I want to eat it, but I can't.

It's a bit annoying.

Amuro Toru pushed away the hairy head that was rubbing against his neck, took a step back, and distanced them, "Because it's not good, it needs to be changed."

This means rejection.

Kitahara Yuki sneered and became even more annoyed.

"Then I'll take a step back. Are you going to beg me? I'll help you solve the case in three minutes."

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows and his eyes swept across Kitahara Yuki's right hand, which was pinching the corner of the dashing jacket.

"You used your knowledge of psychology to make me beg you? First you made an excessively big request, and then you made a small request that was not painful or itchy?" She

even pretended to be considerate of him.

Kou really deserves to be labeled as "childish". If he goes to Teitan Elementary School, he will definitely make a lot of friends.

"No." Kitahara Yuki denied it immediately. His too fast reaction speed showed how unreliable these two words were.

After a pause, he added, "Just some tricks." There was no need for him to rack his brains and use psychology like a maze.

After staring at Amuro Toru's back for a while, Kitahara Yuki hurriedly followed him without giving up.

"Don't be so stubborn, you are injured. Beg me quickly, I will protect your self-esteem and will not let the third person know except you and me."

Takagi Wataru with a dazed face:...

I really want Mr. Kitahara to turn around and look at the third person behind him.

Then, he met the clear eyes of Kitahara Yuki.

Kitahara Yuki stopped, controlled his strength, and turned to walk towards Takagi Wataru. His slippers stepped on the ground, making a deliberate clicking sound. Every syllable seemed to hit the heart, making people's scalp numb.

"Did you hear anything?"

The momentum is too strong, deny it quickly!

Takagi Wataru swallowed his saliva quickly, pinching the seam of his suit pants tightly with both hands, "No...no."

Kitahara Yuki, who got a satisfactory answer, turned to Sugawa Rin again.

The other party said in a serious tone, "I'm deaf."

Lin was really understanding.

Kitahara Yuki finally set his sights on the disobedient Amuro Toru, "You see, using small movements and your own advantages to threaten people is very useful. Now it is related to psychology."

"So, beg me quickly."

Amuro Toru added to Kitahara Yuki's words in his heart.