Chapter 63 Relics and Traps
"Aren't you going to get a new phone card?" Amuro Toru's eyelids were half lowered, and his teasing gaze fell on Kitahara Yuki.
The black-haired young man found a chair and sat down, leaning lazily against the backrest. His straight and slender legs were casually crossed, stepping on the wooden floor, making the chair look cramped and old.
"This kind of thing can be done next time." He placed his fingers on his knees in an orderly manner, tilted his head slightly, and the urging in his eyes was self-evident. He
couldn't wait and was almost sticking to his forehead.
Amuro Toru was silent for a second, turned around to pay the bill, and when he rejected the overly enthusiastic salesgirl, he turned his head and found that Kitahara Yuki had followed him obediently.
"Hurry up." Kitahara Yuki took the initiative and grabbed Amuro Toru's open coat and went to the car.
The scenery outside the car window changed rapidly, and finally fixed in the garage of the Trojan Apartment.
Kitahara Yuki unbuckled his seat belt, and his porcelain-white skin was stained with a little red due to the surge of adrenaline, like a cold plum blossom in the snow, leaving a heavy stroke in his heart with the wind and snow.
His inky eyes sparkled and were shockingly bright.
Click -
the wooden door was suddenly pushed open, hitting the door stop, making a lot of noise.
The living room was in full view.
The kitchen was wide open, the study was half-closed, and the bedroom was closed.
The thing was in the bedroom.
Kitahara Yuki stepped forward quickly, grasped the handle with his bony hands, and immediately pressed and pushed it down.
The door opened -
no, it didn't open. Kitahara Yuki stared at the closed door for a while, "How defensive are you? This is the first time I've seen a guy who locked his bedroom when no one was home."
His broken expression met the purple-gray eyes. Amuro Toru tilted his head and stretched out his hand to cover the corner of Shangxuan's mouth, "Don't be surprised, there will be a time when you will be more surprised."
This...
sounds familiar.
Kitahara Yuki couldn't help but think of what he said to Amuro Toru - 'Don't be angry, there will be a time when you will be more angry.'
Ha, the blond policeman is really rude, he just set a small trap, and in the blink of an eye, this guy came back with revenge.
"You really hold a grudge." Kitahara Yuki said unhappily, and kicked the door lightly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Don't be a person who doesn't keep his word. You said you would show me the 'relics', open the door quickly."
Amuro Toru followed suit and skillfully zipped up Kitahara Yuki's coat, which had slipped down due to the large movement, and before he urged, he took out the key from his pocket.
The bedroom door slowly opened.
A room of about 20 square meters came into view, with light brown curtains, an off-white four-piece suit, and a log-colored desk and wardrobe.
The simple furnishings, without any personal characteristics, did not match the coffee shop clerk who was full of life.
- Amuro Toru was ready to evacuate this apartment at any time. This idea flashed through his mind in an instant.
Kitahara Yuki walked in with a frown. He didn't pay even a fingernail's attention to the bedside cabinet, but instead focused his eyes on the half-open wardrobe drawer.
"You are serious about your work. Caution and restraint are ingrained in your bones and blood. Your undercover experience makes you nervous." He stood in front of the drawer, bent his calves and touched the unclosed drawer with his knees.
"Obviously, you won't let the half-open drawer have a chance to appear in your field of vision. Everything is hidden here." Kitahara Yuki's tone was firm, and the ending tone was like a fluffy feather, making people itch.
The two misplaced drawers had enough space to hide an adult. Even if the drawers were pulled out without knowing the angle of inspection, the things inside could not be found.
"Did you take it out on your own initiative, or did you let me do it?"
Toru Amuro remained silent, his right shoulder moved very quickly, his face tense without revealing any emotion.
"A little move to hide something." Kitahara Yuki pointed at the other's shoulder, "Mr. Prisoner, you can't hide it from me."
In this case, then find out Toru Amuro's little secret yourself.
He curled his lips, a confident smile appeared on his face, pulled out a whole layer of drawers, revealing a grid that looked empty, and without hesitation reached out to take out a square object.
However, after a second, the smile disappeared, and the corners of his mouth flattened instantly.
A small box with five chains and a complicated lock appeared in front of him.
Kitahara Yuki's sixth sense accurately picked out the memory on the balcony, and the scene of Toru Amuro ordering Yuya Kazami to do something appeared in front of him.
Is this the lesson that Amuro Toru gave him?
It was unexpectedly useful.
"Well, I told you, don't be surprised yet, there will be more times to be surprised." Amuro Toru hooked the chain, and the sound of jingling slowly flowed out from the intersecting chains.
Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, held his breath, pressed his forehead that was beating wildly, and pushed away the blond-haired dark-skinned man who was very close to him with a cold face.
"Your bad taste has disturbed my brain!"
It doesn't matter, you can still destroy it violently.
Toru Amuro understood Kitahara Yuki instantly and added lightly, "No, a violent breakthrough will activate the self-destruct device."
Kitahara Yuki: ...
This made him even more curious about what was inside, and the desire to explore instantly enveloped him like an octopus with bared fangs and claws. His excited brain was silent for a moment and then suddenly erupted, spinning wildly.
The box was not big and could be held in one hand.
Kitahara Yuki stuffed it into his pocket, ignored Toru Amuro who was watching the show, and walked next door.
Knock, knock, knock -
the anxious knocking sound rang for two seconds, and was replaced by an open door.
Before Rin Sugawa could speak, Kitahara Yuki took out a small box wrapped in chains and stuffed it into the other's arms, "Open it."
After three seconds, there was no response. Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Rin Sikawa frowned in his sight, his muscles tensed, and his face was slightly covered. This is a worried and concealed expression.
He looked troubled.
Obviously, this matter was not because of the small box wrapped with chains in his arms.
After thinking for a moment, Kitahara Yuki took back the box in Sikawa Rin's arms. As he walked towards the bedroom, he said to Sichuan Rin: "You organize your language first, and when I come out, tell me what you encountered."
He opened the bedroom door and looked around, his eyes lingering for a moment under the bed and in the closet, and finally went straight to the flower pots on the balcony.
Two pots of roses stood dry in the pots, and the only dry leaf was blown away by the cold wind.
Kitahara Yuki choked for a moment, his eyes rolling irregularly, "You are so pitiful. But I have tried very hard to keep you alive. I even made a guide on the Internet to learn how to keep a rose plant."
He stretched out his hand and easily broke the dry trunk that was as thick as his finger, and began to dig the soil. "You see, I didn't make the common mistake of novices to water the plants every day. I waited until the soil was almost dry before watering them."
"But they still died." Amuro Toru, who was following behind, slowly added, and stayed on Kitahara Yuki's slender fingers stained with soil for a second.
"What are you digging for?"
Kitahara Yuki didn't answer directly, but continued to dig the soil. When the depth was enough, he stuffed the small box inside and covered it with soil.
After patting the safe hiding place, he answered Amuro Toru's question, "Obviously, I'm hiding something. The closet and under the bed are not safe, it's safer here."
Amuro Toru: ...
He saw it all, what's safe?
"My memory is very good, now the location of every grain of soil here is engraved in my mind, don't try to dig it up secretly."
After saying that, Kitahara Yuki walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.
The cold water slowly flowed out, taking away the dry soil, and the bony fingers turned slightly red because of the low temperature.
Kitahara Yuki frowned, pulled out his hand, and shook the fingertips that were stung by the cold.
"There are tens of thousands of these muds, how can you remember them all?" Toru Amuro took down the dark blue towel from the shelf, covered Kitahara Yuki's red hands, and turned off the faucet, "Use hot water if you're afraid of the cold."
Of course he can't remember, but Toru Amuro can't know.
Although the blond public security is a messenger of justice, his performance in [Zero's Executioner] is enough to prove that this guy is not bound by conventions, and he is very good at digging traps.
Kitahara Yuki coughed lightly and pulled his hand back, "Of course, my memory is ridiculously good. Don't think about secretly taking the 'relics' back."
Toru Amuro: ...
Good memory?
Who is the one who doesn't have the memory of ten years ago?
"Let's go. Rin is waiting for us."
The two walked out of the bedroom.
Rin Sugawa has already sat down on the sofa, with a cup of bitter melon juice in front of him, a can of black coffee on the right, and a cup of boiled water opposite. Kitahara
Yuki took the lead and sat down on the right, pulled the pull ring, and drank in small sips, "Have you thought about how to tell me?"
The person being asked considered the tone and organized the language, "A handwritten letter, it has something to do with you."
The simple sentence instantly attracted Kitahara Yuki's attention, and his dark eyes lit up slightly.
Handwritten?
Joke.
What's the difference between this and standing in front of him with your underwear off.
"Do you know what a handwritten letter means to me?" Kitahara Yuki took the handwritten letter handed over by Rin Sugawa, held it in his right hand, and gently hit the palm of his left hand.
The two looked over, and the upturned corners of the black-haired young man's mouth crashed into their field of vision. His calves swayed slightly, revealing dazzlingly white ankles.
Rin Sugawa stared at her subconsciously for a moment.
At the same time, Toru Amuro stared at Rin Sugawa with his purplish-gray eyes. He picked up the water on the table and placed it between Rin Sugawa and Kitahara Yuki to block the red-eyed young man's peeping.
The two looked at each other, and a cold atmosphere slowly spread.
Until Toru Amuro bent his fingers and tapped the tea table, making a dong dong sound, he said calmly, "It means putting the secret in front of you."
"Wow, you really understand me." Kitahara Yuki couldn't wait to pull out the letter paper from the envelope.
The paper has a certain thickness and is a natural wood color. When you put it close to your nose, there is only a faint smell of paper and ink.
"Handwriting can reflect a person's personality, intelligence and logic level very well. In many European and American countries, graphology has even begun to be an elective course."
Kitahara Yuki unfolded the letter and placed it in the middle of the coffee table. This position allows the three people to see the content of the letter together.
"At Kudo's house, when he faced Shuichi Akai, the psychology expert who gave him the warning should have done some research on these."
Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about him doing?"
Kitahara Yuki automatically translated for the blond public security officer - he didn't want to hear about the FBI.
He picked up the black coffee on the table, raised his head and took a sip, and used this action to look at Amuro Toru obscurely.
The lips are pursed into a straight line. This micro-expression can appear in many times, such as nervousness, anger and dissatisfaction.
Obviously, combined with Amuro Toru's speaking speed and tone, he is dissatisfied.
Amuro Toru glanced at him, "Why aren't you talking?"
- Then say something to cheer him up.
Kitahara Yuki controlled his facial muscles, restrained his expression, and thought casually, "I still remember the last time the FBI bullied me. In that case, I'll take revenge on him through this letter."
This answer obviously made Amuro Toru very satisfied, and the expression on his face improved visibly.
The three of them focused their attention on the unfolded letter again.
[Four days later, THREE CLUB looks forward to meeting you, sweetie]
This disgusting name is deeply remembered.
"It's Prisoner A." Sikawa Rin frowned, and immediately grabbed Kitahara Yuki's wrist, saying in a stern tone, "Don't go."
Kitahara Yuki didn't reply, but stretched out his right hand, which was free to move, and gently stroked the handwriting on it.
"The strokes are evenly weighted, which shows that the other party is steady, has strong self-control, has clear goals, and will not give up easily. This is not a question of whether I go or not, but a question of whether I go voluntarily or passively."
He exerted force on his wrist, broke free from Sugawa Rin's grip, and continued to add to the disapproving gazes of the two.
"The single word habitually tilts towards □□, which shows that the other party has strong analytical and judgment abilities, and rationality dominates sensibility. This is a good opponent."
As these words fell, the three of them were silent for a while.
"If you hadn't added the last sentence, I would be more inclined to believe that you went to the appointment out of helplessness." Toru Amuro's face sank, his eyes turned cold in an instant, and he locked onto Kitahara Yuki, "You look impatient."
Kitahara Yuki coughed lightly, held down his slightly shaking legs, and straightened the corners of his mouth, "No, this THREE CLUB, do you have any impression of it?"
Toru Amuro was silent again.
This silence lasted an exceptionally long time.
The obvious abnormality made Kitahara Yuki and Sugawa Rin focus their attention on Toru Amuro.
Just as Kitahara Yuki was about to ask again, Toru Amuro slowly said, "A gigolo parlor."
What?
Hearing this, Kitahara Yuki's first reaction was that he had heard it wrong.
The second reaction was, why does Toru Amuro know so much about these! He is indeed an intelligence dealer.