Chapter 60 Please, help me

"If that's the case, what means are you going to use on me to make me say this?"

Kitahara Yuki observed Amuro Toru's expression reflexively.

After a long time together and his excellent undercover skills, when Amuro Toru deliberately restrained his emotions, analyzing people's hearts became a relatively difficult task.

But——

"I can use hypnosis." Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered, and the tip of his right thumb gently rubbed the second joint of his index finger.

"You won't." Amuro Toru responded quickly, and his eyes paused on Kitahara Yuki's right hand for a second. There

were so many small movements that it was hard to ignore, and he looked a little nervous.

"Except in emergencies, you won't use hypnosis on your friends. You're worried that we will be afraid of this ability. After all, the smarter people are, the more they hate being out of control. We all have a lot of secrets."

Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly, breaking down Amuro Toru's words to understand them.

Is the blond-haired policeman inadvertently boasting about how smart he is?

Forget it, this is not the point now.

"You're absolutely right."

Kitahara Yuki didn't even look at Amuro Toru, and turned back to the bedroom.

He took off Sugawa Rin's sprint jacket and put on a long black down jacket. He pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom, half of his face buried in the vertical collar, revealing a pair of bright black eyes.

Coming out again, passing Amuro Toru, Kitahara Yuki put the sprint jacket on Sugawa Rin's shoulders.

"It's cold outside, put it on quickly."

"Okay." Rin Sugawa put on a black sprint jacket, lowered her eyes, and the two looked into each other's eyes.

The tacit understanding of belonging to the same soul allowed him to successfully receive the signal, and his eyes stayed on Kitahara Yuki's finger pointing at the phone for a second.

Using the phone to set a trap for Amuro Toru?

He readily responded, "I called you before but you didn't answer, so Pramya took your phone?"

"Yes." Kitahara Yuki frowned and straightened the corners of his mouth, using an obvious expression of distress to cover up the little jump in the last syllable of his voice, "Do you have time to accompany me to buy a new phone? And get a new phone card."

"Sure, as long as it's your request. Do you want to buy the same model?"

Sikawa Rin smoothed the wrinkles on her coat, bent down and took out a wet towel, wiped the blood stains on Kitahara Yuki's face, "My phone is very useful, you can buy the white one."

"Good suggestion."

"No."

Two voices rang almost at the same time.

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, controlled his facial muscles, quickly put on a puzzled expression, and turned to the speaker, Toru Amuro, "Why not? You look a little excited."

Toru Amuro restrainedly loosened his tie, tightened his upper arm muscles, and took a quick, deep breath.

No one can stay calm in this situation, but he can't.

He didn't even want to imagine the scene where Kitahara Yuki and Sugawa Rin use the same mobile phone. The possessiveness aroused his nerves, causing a dull pain in his forehead. He

had to dispel Kitahara Yuki's idea.

"Want me to say that?" Toru Amuro quickly raised his eyebrows, his eyes dark. He took two steps forward, closing the distance between him and Kitahara Yuki, and when the other tried to pull away, he clamped his wrist.

"What are you hiding from? I'll tell you. In exchange, don't buy that phone. I've tried it and it's hard to use." He took out his phone and pressed the record button.

"Please, help me."

The recording ended.

"You see, this is my method. Mr. Amuro looks very handsome when he obeys me." Kitahara Yuki patted Amuro Toru's shoulder.

Wow, so exciting.

Amuro Toru shook off Kitahara Yuki's warm palm on his shoulder, laughed very quickly, and then immediately corrected his expression and put the phone into Kitahara Yuki's hand, "You know the password, send a text message yourself."

He hated calculations, but he didn't hate Kitahara Yuki blatantly pointing at the trap and saying to him, "Jump in quickly, as compensation, I will praise you." A

sincere and exciting little bad boy.

The little bad boy quickly took the phone, pulled out the recording file, and sent a text message. In order to prevent Amuro Toru from turning against him in the future, he even sent a copy of the same recording file to Rin Sikawa.

Amuro Toru who watched the whole thing: ...

reckless.

Not afraid of him getting angry at all.

"Okay." Kitahara Yuki skillfully put the phone back into Amuro Toru's pocket, "Your phone is very useful, I'll buy you this one."

The matter came to an end, and Takagi Wataru joined the conversation at the right time, "Everyone, how about solving the case next door first."

The corpse is quite lonely.

It needs to be taken care of.

Everyone nodded, and Amuro Toru took the lead to go to the next door.

Sugawa Rin fell behind, and his eyes swept over Kitahara Yuki who kept his mouth raised, "How did you know that Amuro Toru would use this sentence to exchange with you?"

Got it?

Knowing what Amuro Toru felt about him?

Kitahara Yuki walked over and whispered, "You don't know, Amuro is actually the kind of childish DK who needs to go to the bathroom with his best friend and share a red pen.

He definitely can't stand my good friend using the same phone as someone else. Don't look at him so cold now, just when I said that he and I use the same phone, he must be very happy."

Pausing for a second, in order to increase credibility, he nodded seriously, "He is so childish."

Sugawa Rin: ...

Amuro Toru is such a poor man.

"It's like this." Sugawa Rin patted Kitahara Yuki's shoulder, straightened his expression, and walked briskly, "The idea is correct."

While talking, the two had already arrived at Amuro Toru's apartment.

Kitahara Yuki walked skillfully through the living room and onto the balcony, where a male corpse wearing pajamas with bows on them

came into view. Just as he was about to retract his gaze, he turned his head and stared at the pajamas for a while.

A male wearing pajamas with bows, so special.

"The deceased had bleeding from his nose and mouth. It is preliminarily inferred that he died of suffocation. The time of death was between 1:30 and 2:30 this morning. The exact time needs to be estimated through liver temperature." Takagi Wataru stepped forward, opened his work notes, and read out the police's findings to Kitahara Yuki.

"There are three suspects, Ken Nakamura next door, Jun'ichi Watanabe downstairs, and Riya Tanaka upstairs. They don't have an alibi for this period."

"Got it."

Useless information, he didn't want to listen.

Kitahara Yuki looked at the body lying on the balcony again, glanced at it, and quickly moved his eyes away, and instead fell on the face of Rin Sugawa.

"What's wrong?" Rin Sugawa stepped forward, separated the body, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to see the body?"

After a long silence, Kitahara Yuki slowly said: "Sleepy."

Sleepy and hungry.

Long-term fasting has made his stomach slow to react, and a large amount of glycogen has been consumed, followed by fat. Thinking of this, he even nodded dizzy.

"Is there any sugar?" Kitahara Yuki bent his elbow and gently pushed Rin Sugawa.

If he continues like this, he cannot guarantee that with his 40 physique, he can hold on for three minutes. This won't do. He promised Amuro Toru that he would solve the case as soon as possible.

The blond police officer looked a little tired. He needed sleep, not to go home and face the corpse on the balcony and the doubts of his colleagues.

He recalled the corpse he had just seen.

Male, between 30 and 35 years old, about 176 cm tall, weighing about 72 kg, wearing a set of pajamas with a bow print, with messy strangulation marks on his neck, and some of the marks were obviously shallow.

The marks showed that this was a passion killing and the murderer was not very strong.

Is the murderer a woman?

"Forget it, I know you don't carry this thing." Kitahara Yuki walked past the stunned Sugawa Rin and walked towards Takagi Wataru.

"Add a drug test, the deceased had taken sleeping pills before his death, and the time of death was between 2:00-2:30 in the morning."

"Why 2:00-2:30!"

A suddenly high-pitched voice came from behind him, and Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction of the voice. A man and a woman stared at him with unfriendly faces.

Eyebrows furrowed, lower eyelids raised.

They were very angry.

The voice just now was a male voice. Kitahara Yuki looked at the man, "Are you not convinced? The two suspects don't have an alibi for 2:00-2:30, but the remaining suspect does?" It

was a sharp statement.

The two were silent together, and then they were angry at being guessed, and their eyes were almost instantly occupied by shame.

Takagi Shigeru frowned and stepped forward, blocking the gazes of the two, and explained to Kitahara Yuki.

"These two are Junichi Watanabe downstairs, Riya Tanaka upstairs, and there is another suspect who does not have an alibi for 1:30-2:00, but his friend came to visit his home between 2:00-2:30."

At this time, a visit to the home?

Kitahara Yuki's eyes fell on the suspect Ken Nakamura who just had an alibi standing aside, "Girlfriend came to visit?"

Ken Nakamura nodded with a red face.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Junichi Watanabe was full of impatience, "Why do you change the time of death? Ken Nakamura is more suspicious, he lives next door and it's much easier to move the body!"

Riya Tanaka: "Yes, you guys are in the same group!"

Kitahara Yuki was not angry, it's been a long time since I heard these doubts, it's quite interesting.

He patted Takagi Wataru on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, you're about to break my pen, I won't do anything to these two guys."

Takagi Wataru stood there in a daze.

Kitahara Yuki's actions flashed back in his mind for a full ten minutes.

He didn't believe it, not even the punctuation marks.

These two suspects are doomed!

"I don't like to explain, but for Officer Takagi's sake, I can reluctantly say a few more words. Of course, these words are not counted in the three minutes."

Officer Megure looked at Takagi Wataru, who was standing still, in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Takagi, when did you become so close to Brother Kita?"

"Yes, why for Takagi's sake?" Sato narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "What do you mean by the other three minutes?"

Takagi Wataru, who had just finished his memory:...

What happened?

"Of course it will take three minutes to solve the case." Kitahara Yuki walked towards the sofa while observing the surroundings.

His eyes paused for a moment on the scratches on the balcony handrail, then retracted and sat down on the sofa. The cold white light fell on the upturned black hair, shining with starlight.

"A complete sleep often alternates between 20-30 minutes of REM sleep and 80 minutes of SEM sleep. The REM time has complicated dreams, and it is easier to wake up than the SEM time."

"Before going to bed last night, I drank a glass of espresso, which prolonged my REM sleep time.

Around 1:20, I fell asleep.

Between 1:20 and 1:50 is the REM sleep time.

During this time, I wake up easily. The corpse weighs at least 72kg. I will not have no reaction if an object of this weight appears on the balcony."

Junichi Watanabe: "You are lying. How can someone calculate his sleep time so accurately?"

Riya Tanaka: "It must be fake!"

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean it's impossible." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the two of them indifferently and rubbed his throbbing temples.

He slowed down his tone again, with a sincere expression, "However, it is a good habit to have the courage to ask questions."

The man was speechless, and Kitahara Yuki was even affirming him.

Affirming a suspect with a bad tone?

Is this the charm of a psychologist?

The emotional value was simply maxed out, and it was completely difficult to resist.

After stammering several times, he reluctantly squeezed out the last question from his throat, "How do you know that the deceased took sleeping pills before his death?"

Kitahara Yuki stared at the ten thousand whys for a long time, and as time went by, the man's uneasiness and dissatisfaction almost overflowed.

But is he the murderer? Obviously not.

Under what circumstances is it worth it for a man to risk being suspected to come forward?

"You are protecting the murderer, but it is not Ms. Tanaka. From the time I entered the door until now, there has been no eye contact or small gestures between you that go beyond the relationship of strangers."

The sudden words made the man freeze in place, and the blood drained from his face. Even if he didn't touch the man's hands and feet, Kitahara Yuki could tell that the man's hands and feet were cold at the moment.

"In nature, when animals encounter something they are extremely afraid of, their blood will flow back, thereby achieving the purpose of protecting their hearts. Animals often have a stiff body and cold hands and feet. Exactly the same reaction as you now."

After saying this, Kitahara Yuki leaned back, pulled down the zipper to the top, and slowly exhaled, revealing his white and fragile neck.

Indoors, this down jacket is a bit too warm.

I'm sweating, so sticky.