Chapter 61: Talk less, do more

At this moment, a square white handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes followed the handkerchief up slowly, passed over the smooth forearm, and met Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes.

"Wipe it."

"Thank you." Kitahara Yuki took it and wiped the fine beads of sweat around his lips. The dry smell of soapberry penetrated his nose along the white handkerchief, soothing his heartbeat that was slightly accelerated due to the heat.

"Amuro, are you sleepy?"

"Not bad."

Amuro Toru glanced down and caught Kitahara Yuki's slightly open collar and a touch of dazzling white skin. He subconsciously reached out and pulled up the zipper that was too low.

The cold touch of his hands and the warm breath at the tip of his nose slowly penetrated his skin and stimulated his tired nerves.

"Dress up, the sudden change of temperature can easily catch a cold."

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the blond police officer's tense muscles and slightly tired face.

Very tired, holding on.

"The case can be solved in two minutes, very quickly." Kitahara Yuki raised his hand, stuffed the handkerchief into Amuro Toru's pocket, and gently patted his tense abdomen. He

turned to the police officer and said, "It seems that you have missed a criminal suspect, and this suspect is the person protected by Mr. Watanabe."

He turned and looked directly at the bewildered Takagi Wataru.

Officer Takagi was wearing a dark gray suit today, with a tie of the same color tied on his white shirt, neatly tucked inside his coat.

He looked a little nervous, his left hand unconsciously pinching the seam of his suit pants, and the fingers of his right hand holding the work notebook turned slightly white.

"You make me feel like I'm a villain. I look too easy to bully."

Too obedient.

But no matter how obedient, you have to give in to the three-minute case.

Kitahara Yuki stepped forward, "The murderer is a female, between 155-160 cm tall, weighing 45-50 kg, with small scratches on her hands. She had a close relationship with the deceased, they had sex, and it was an extramarital affair."

The voice was fast and urgent, with a weird feeling of not caring about the life and death of others.

Takagi Wataru widened his eyes. This profile...

The height and weight of Nakamura Ken's girlfriend, who had an alibi, was just within this range.

But...how did Kitahara Yuki find out?

How long had it been since he entered the apartment? Two minutes?

Takagi Shige's face was tangled, and he was about to speak. His pretty face was almost wrinkled into a doghouse.

"If you have any questions, ask them quickly." Kitahara Yuki, who received his gaze, rubbed his head, which had not had a good rest since early morning, and spoke in a bad tone.

Takagi Shige opened his mouth, but still did not speak. You

will be scolded if you ask!

"Do you want to ask me why I made this profile of the criminal?" Kitahara Yuki pressed his eyebrows. After the stimulation of recording and the subsequent drowsiness after solving the mystery, the secretion of adrenaline dropped sharply.

His voice was slowly tainted with a hint of impatience.

He suppressed his temper, "The marks on the neck of the corpse are enough for you to combine your knowledge of physics and mathematics to infer the height and weight of the criminal.

The time of death and the strange pajamas of the corpse can't let you infer the relationship between the murderer and the deceased, and the murderer's gender?

The height and weight difference between the murderer and the deceased can't let you deduce sleeping pills?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became.

They even regarded the first in the police academy as a suspect!

The diligent undercover just finished a day's work, dragged his tired body to the bed to have a good sleep, but found a corpse on the balcony, and was suspected of being the murderer by his colleagues.

Too pitiful.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the blond-haired dark-skinned girl obliquely, "You really should consider changing jobs, why don't you just follow me?"

Takagi Wataru took a deep breath after hearing this, and he recalled the scene he saw next door.

Amuro Toru who was so gentle that it overflowed, Kitahara Yuki who was shocked and dazed and dared not look at Amuro Toru who was hiding his shyness, and Sugawa Rin who was standing not far away and emitting cold air and staring at the two of them!

He thought of the scene when he first came to the next door.

Kitahara Yuki and Sugawa Rin who lived together and avoided Amuro Toru, and Amuro Toru who was chasing after Kitahara Yuki relentlessly.

The relationship is so complicated!

My brain is going to burn out!

"Alright." Kitahara Yuki put his hands together and made a snapping sound, attracting everyone's attention. "Takagi already knows who the murderer is. You go and compare the traces on the balcony railing with the scratches on the murderer's wounds, and you will get evidence." "

Also, Nakamura Ken gave a false confession, and Watanabe Junichi was an accomplice. Go check it out. The deceased and Tanaka Riya were living together, and the body was transported down from the balcony upstairs."

The relationship was too complicated, and Kitahara Yuki was even too lazy to care about the love and hatred of the five people.

"If there is anything else you don't understand, go ask Amuro, I'm leaving first."

He glanced at Amuro Toru who came forward to explain the mechanism, skipped the step of saying hello, and pulled Sugawa Rin back to the next door.

The dopamine level plummeted after solving the mystery, and his dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He relaxed his muscles and fell into the soft and fluffy quilt.

"I'm so tired." The black head was stuffed into the coffee-colored cotton pillowcase, making a whining sound.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, pushing it lightly.

"Wash... first..."

Kitahara Yuki couldn't hear clearly, his thoughts drifted away, and he fell into a dark dream in a trance.

No matter what, no matter what.

He wanted to empty his mind.

**

The sky suddenly became light, and the warm sun shone through the gaps in the beige curtains, blatantly touching the fair skin and sprinkling on the young man's soft hair.

Until the young man on the bed's eyelashes trembled, the warm sun jumped and fell on the dark pillowcase.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly came to his senses, straightened his upper body, and subconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes. The soft fabric made him exhale instantly.

It was pajamas.

He was in the apartment.

Lying down heavily again, Kitahara Yuki bent his arms and gently placed them over his eyes.

He was so tired and didn't get enough sleep. He wanted to rest for a while.

However, the sound of thumping interrupted his plan.

He closed his eyes and said lazily, "It's only seven o'clock. If you don't have a reason to convince me, I won't let you go easily."

The wooden door was opened with a not-so-clear sound.

"Sleeping in bed is not a good habit. I cooked porridge. Eat some first."

The cold voice of Qichuan Rin came from the ear. He took away Kitahara Yuki's right hand that was covering his face, stretched out his hands calmly, and put them under his armpits without giving any room for rejection, and easily lifted up the stunned young man.

"Isn't this too unfair? Force you to get up? Are you the bald-headed dean of which school?"

Rin Sugawa grabbed Kitahara Yuki's hand, put it on her head with a cold expression, and said lightly: "No, I have thick hair."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

The sudden sneer made him sober instantly.

Slapping the hands of the red-eyed young man, Kitahara Yuki went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, let the cold water wash over his hands, and take away the remaining sleepiness.

"I don't like drinking porridge." He licked his chapped lips.

I want to eat crab roe noodles, and it would be even better with soup dumplings.

But Amuro Toru's strange reaction on the balcony warned him not to approach him actively these days. He needs to slow down and let Amuro distinguish the suspension bridge reaction.

What a trouble.

If -

Kitahara Yuki shook his head violently, getting rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

Amuro Toru is not a worm in his stomach, so why would he bring him breakfast under such circumstances.

He probably doesn't want to see him either...

Knock, knock -

there was a knock on the door.

Kitahara Yuki raised his head abruptly, kicked off the wool slippers that were in the way, and said to Sugawa Rin in a very fast speed: "I'll go open the door."

The knocks paused at the door for a moment. Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, opened a crack, and his dark eyes met the purple-gray eyes through the crack.

"Mr. Ascaris, I smell crab."

Amuro Toru was amused by this title and Kitahara Yuki's reaction, "You give me the illusion that you are not as good as crab roe noodles."

Kitahara Yuki looked down and confirmed that the other party was holding a lunch box before opening the door completely.

"Don't be so self-deprecating, Mr. Bourbon."

He raised the last word and righteously snatched the lunch box from Amuro Toru's hand, and put on the slippers he took out from the entrance cabinet under the disapproving gaze of Sugawa Rin.

Kitahara Yuki stepped on the ground in his wool slippers and expressed his thoughts to Sugawa Rin with his eyes - put away the thoughts of you wanting to nag me all day.

As he walked toward the dining table with his lunch box, he continued to ask Toru Amuro, "What happened to the Ferris wheel bomber?"

After closing the door, Toru Amuro followed and went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks.

Kitahara Yuki took it and couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick of noodles and stuff it into his mouth.

The dense and delicious crab roe stimulated the taste buds, went down the esophagus into the stomach, and instantly warmed every limb.

He even subconsciously protected the full lunch box of crab roe noodles in his hand when Rin Sugawa came over with a bowl of white porridge.

"No one is competing with you." Rin Sugawa pulled out a chair and sat down, patting Kitahara Yuki's forearm a little harder, "Don't protect the food, eat it well."

Oh, anyway, he wouldn't exchange crab roe noodles for a bowl of white porridge.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the bland white porridge, and was indifferent to Sugawa Rin's preference.

"The public security searched Pramia's safe house based on the location provided by Hase Hikaru, and found no traces related to the organization. The bomber and Pramia have been confirmed dead, and Irie Shinya has been detained. He wants to see you, but I don't recommend you go to see him."

Amuro Toru knocked on the table to draw Kitahara Yuki's attention back.

"Criminal A is cautious, and you won't find evidence."

Kitahara Yuki calmly answered Amuro Toru's previous question, and for the next question, the relatively gentle tone suddenly turned cold: "There's nothing to see, the criminal and I have no common topics."

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Kitahara Yuki's downturned mouth.

He doesn't like Irie Shinya very much.

What did Irie Shinya do to provoke him?

The black-haired young man stuffed another mouthful of noodles, and inevitably the corners of his mouth were stained with some sauce. This discovery made Toru Amuro's right hand a little restless.

"Don't be distracted, we are talking about--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Kitahara Yuki's eyes fell on Toru Amuro's right hand that was wiping the corners of his mouth.

Toru Amuro naturally withdrew his hand, and gently rubbed his thumb and index fingertips, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

Obviously, the other party's method of changing the subject was too abrupt.

Kitahara Yuki leaned back and put down his chopsticks. He tended to take the initiative, so he crossed his arms and began to look at Toru Amuro.

The white inner wear had small dark red bloodstains on the cuffs, most likely the marks left by the injury on the balcony yesterday. The brown jacket was very new, with very new creases on the sleeves and torso.

His nose twitched, the pungent smell of new clothes overwhelmed the light smell of soapberry on Amuro's body.

"You didn't sleep all night?" Kitahara Yuki frowned, pointing at the dark red blood stain on the cuff, "You didn't change your inner wear, did you buy new clothes last night? You didn't even return to the Trojan Apartment until around six in the morning?"

He thought of what Amuro Toru said about Irie Shinya, "You interrogated Irie Shinya overnight?"

Exactly.

Kou always has a way to make him speechless.

Next, Kitahara Yuki would express his anger -

"Are all your public security officers dead? Do you need injured people to work all night?"

What the hell, don't the public security know how to cherish the useful undercover bodies?

If this guy dies from overwork, you will definitely fall into the same situation as Gin, surrounded by either garbage or undercovers.

"Relax, I'm fine." Toru Amuro stood up, walked around the dining table, and gently put his hand on Kitahara Yuki's shoulder. "Come to think of it, you also need to have your heart checked."

Tsk, changing the subject again!

Kitahara Yuki glared at Amuro Toru unhappily, quickly grabbed the other's wrist, and pulled him up with force, "Let's talk outside!"

Bang bang -

the door was opened and then closed again.

The cold wind poured into the lungs in an instant, and the cold forcefully invaded the brain, slowly cooling down the high-speed CPU.

Amuro Toru leaned on the railing, holding his chin with both hands, and carefully depicted Kitahara Yuki's facial features with his eyes, finally falling on the moist lips.

The aroma of coffee beans came faintly from the tip of the nose.

"Okay." Amuro Toru patted Kitahara Yuki, "You deliberately pretended to be very angry and pulled me out. Is it to avoid Saikawa Rin? Is there anything that can't be said in front of him?"

Kitahara Yuki was stunned for a second, and touched the tip of his nose that was red because of the cold air.

Acting skills have regressed? Is it so easy to be seen through?

"I didn't."

He argued in a low voice, and the next second he saw Amuro Toru's right fist covering the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to laugh secretly, at least do it in a more concealed way. Don't pretend that you are deliberately letting me find out that you are laughing secretly." Kitahara Yuki said in a cold tone, took a few steps, and knocked on the door of Amuro Toru's apartment, "It's too cold, open the door!"

Amuro Toru knew what was going on and went forward to open the door, and even picked up Haro who came over and stuffed him into Kitahara Yuki's arms.

"Keep warm."

Haro's fluffy head was like a burrowing mole, and he couldn't wait to get into Kitahara Yuki's arms.

It was not until he sat down on the sofa that Haro nestled in his lap.

A cup of warm water was placed on the coffee table in front of Kitahara Yuki. Amuro Toru sat down on Kitahara Yuki's right hand and touched the comfortable Haro.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Kitahara Yuki withdrew his gaze from the master bedroom and asked a somewhat abrupt question, "The room upstairs is vacant, right? Two bedrooms and a living room?"

"Yes, after all, the male owner has... You want to rent a room?" Amuro Toru instantly understood Kitahara Yuki's thoughts.

"Well, please rent it, and Rin will move in."

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, "You emphasized two bedrooms and a living room, who else?"

Kitahara Yuki's wandering eyes fell on the countdown on the system light screen.

[4 days, 21 hours, 34 minutes and 51 seconds] The time for the new round of popularity value settlement.

There were so many events during this period that he almost forgot about this thing. Since the time is almost up, Xiaoguang will probably be unable to bear it any longer. It is likely that this guy will come to him in four days and find excuses to stay.

"Don't worry about it. Do your job well. Do more with less talk."

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows. "Is this the attitude you have when you ask me to do something? You even use my money, my people, and my car."

Kitahara Yuki: ...

Public funds, okay?

Why are you pretending to be heartbroken by a scumbag?

Obviously, this guy is eager to spend all the money of the organization.